Chapter 3A

"Eat." He waved it in front of my face. I grabbed it, and threw it across the room. It wasn't something I would have done if I was frightened, but since Roy seemed to be in a good mood, and they hadn't murdered me yet, I decided to try my best to put up a fight. If I became enough of a nuisance, perhaps they would let me go. And not kxll me. As I had found before, Roy and his pal the driver, were not killers. I didn't quite know who they were, but they did wear Chanel cologne. Was he part of a mob or something? No, that didn't add up...
"Don't be like that." His voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Why not?" I met his glare.
"It's the only thing you'll eat all day." He got up and put the water on the floor next to the plush sofa. Then he kicked the cheese stick towards me, gave me a lingering stare, and left the room, locking the door from the outside.

God, Roy annoyed the heck out of me. What an arrogant, careless, ruthless human being. I checked my face in my trusty mirror necklace. I actually looked okay, considering I'd slept in my makeup. I touched up my eyes and lips with a tissue. Then, hungry and defeated, I devoured that meager cheese stick like a raccoon. And I was still hungry afterwards. How delightful. I lay back down on the sofa and waited. I didn't know what to think. What was going to happen to me? Who was this mystery guy Roy, with those piercing blue eyes that looked like my cerulean sweater? Or his driver? Why did they take me here? Who did they work for? What was this house? A safe house or something? I had watched too much 24 last week. I decided to try to get the info out of Roy next time we unfortunately spoke.


That event happened sooner than I had expected, or wanted. He came back into the room that evening, and sat right down next to me on the couch.
"What?" I said sharply, trying to keep as much space between me and his chanel-scented darkwash jeans, tee shirt and jacket as I could.
"I thought you might like an update." He turned to me and smiled with one end of his mouth going up. It was a cute smile on someone who was not HIM. Actually it was kind of cute on him...
I began to imagine how cute that smile would look on mystery guy and lindsay and the head jock and by the time I got to Charlotte I mentally kicked myself in the shins.