Chapter 3E

“Finally.”
I jumped. Roy was still standing there, checking his watch.
“Why are you still here?” I closed the door to the bathroom behind me.
“In case you decided to not take a shower and escape.”
He glanced at me up and down once, his eyes lingering on my face.
“Like I know the way out,” I muttered, following him barefoot down the halls, making sure to remember which hallways lead to the bathroom.
When would I get OUT of this place? Every second Roy talked to me I wanted to murder him. I missed our gang and Daddy’s morning presents and my fashion line. Although I was starting to forget my ideas for it after all. And it was so COLD! I felt a little better in my sweater though. The one thing I didn’t miss was the bet with Mackenzie. And a small feeling in the back of my mind told me I didn’t miss her all that much either, but I ignored it.

As soon as we got back to my holding room(which was the only room in a small hallway) Roy opened the door and walked straight in, pulling my in with him forcefully.
“Ow.” I sat back onto the couch and massaged my wrist as he shut the door.
“What do you want now?”
“I’m supposed to be watching you for 30 minutes every hour.” He smiled, knowing this would annoy me. I gritted my teeth.
“Why?” I finally surrendered.
“I don’t know.”
He seemed to know more than he let on, though. The way he looked away from me as soon as he said it, and fiddled with his watch.

A silence filled the room, and I lay back on the sofa. I didn’t know why I cared about how awkward it was, but I did. I wanted to fill the silence.
“Why did you rob Swarovski?” I asked. It was the only thing I could think of asking.
“Money,” was his automatic response.
“Sure. Do you really think I believe you? Why would you rob a tiny jewelry store for some cash if you work for some big organization?”
“How would you know that-”
“Um, because you’ve been told to do all of this stuff.”
He sighed.
“I can’t tell you. Why would I?”
I glowered.
“Fine. There was something we needed there.”
“Figures.” The silence blanketed the room again. I picked at a hangnail.
“Do you miss your home?” He snickered.
 And then my eyes filled with tears and my body started shaking and I was sobbing. What was wrong with me? And then I thought about the last time I saw Daddy’s eyes when he shooed me away at work with his expensive present and my maid, Lorrie, as she hummed show tunes while she swept and even Lindsay’s annoyingness and just how familiar it was made me sick. Why was I here? What was going on? Was this a dream? What was going to happen? And mascara ran down my face and my eyes turned red and I just kept crying. Roy stared at me the whole time, not saying a word. He was probably laughing inside. I wanted to kill him. That dirty bastard. I turned away from him, my crying slowing down.
“I think time is up,” He said quickly, getting up and racing out the door. It slammed behind him, one sound, in that one moment, like a wake up call. He hadn’t locked it again. And I opened my eyes, and I turned to the door, and I woke up.