Chapter 3C

I realized after about a moment or so of sulking that he hadn't locked the door. And it wasn't that I totally flipped at this being my chance for freedom, because obviously there were other people in the house all on the look out for me, and i'd probably get caught if i tried to escape. Obviously Roy would leave the door unlocked for me on purpose. Which meant he was absent-minded. Should I open it? I wondered. But if I opened it and someone saw me they would never let the door be unlocked again.
So I didn't open it. But I remembered the door being open. I remembered it promptly in the back of my mind, my path to freedom left open by Roy's absent mindedness. And so I smiled. My first smile in what, 2 days? And I relaxed a little bit. I'd be home soon. Probably. Right?

It was cold the next morning when I opened my eyes. I’d been in the same clothing for a couple days now, and I needed to change. But I couldn’t do anything about it. I figured I smelled pretty awful too. I’d just have to wait for Roy or some other guard- worker- person to come in. In the mean time, I got up and opened the curtains. Curiously, I looked out the window, wondering where I could possibly be where it was so cold. It never got like this in September in LA. Snow blanketed the grass below, and I could see fields and hills far off in the distance. It didn’t seem that we were anywhere near civilization, and jumping out of the window proved pointless since it was bolted shut and I was a few stories up.
Suddenly, the door opened behind me. I drew the curtains hurriedly, and whipped around. It was that driver guy, with a huge brown sack. He threw it onto the couch whilst saying “get dressed,” and left the room.

I wondered what else could possible be in the sack besides the clothing, because it seemed pretty full of stuff to just be an outfit. So I grabbed the bottom of it and dumped the contents onto the floor. Out scattered mascara, lip gloss, eye shadow and foundation, plus a hairbrush, soap, shampoo, and perfume. Huh. Why would they care about my appearance? I decided not to bother with it much, I was just happy that I could freshen up a bit. I shook the bag again, and a pile of clothes flew out. A huge sweater, red lace underwear, tight black jeans, a black tank top, a huge black stiletto pair of boots, and a pair of sweat pants came out. Who did they think I was? I was just about to throw the black stilettos at the tv when the door opened once again. I looked up(I was now sitting on the hardwood floor) to see Roy with that distant half smile.