***Author's note:

I never realized it had been longer than year and I apologize for failing to maintain my story. In this time I have changed and although most of the story is handwritten I only have major plot events so the minor events may get slightly mixed up. I apologize and thank you for reading, have a good day!***

 I smile at myself. I just bought a mansion, it might look like a regular house but being a known name has paid off. I feel okay but I plan to secretly send some things to Addaline as it was thanks to her that I survived for a long time. I gather my things and go inside my new home. I walk up the driveway and take in the houses face. It is indeed Victorian style but seems to have been well maintained through the years.

 I open the big white oak door and am greeted by a large room with two stair cases lining the walls and a balcony that over looks the entrance to the house. I can see three hallways leading away at both staircases and a big entrance under the balcony where the two stair cases meet. Upstairs seems to have three visible doors from where I stand. The house is all white, the floor is covered in a beautiful marble looking tiles, the stairs are covered in a carpet with a symmetrical design colored in white and red hues, the walls are decorated in a light wallpaper depicted with roses crawling up sideways, and there are four marble pillars in what I've decided is the main room. I leave my things in the entrance and walk to touch the stair rails. The stair rails are white and the top is a wood color accented with carvings of flowers. I cross the room to enter the kitchen, pantry, and dining room area. In the kitchen the counter tops are a pair of quartz and marble topped counters. There is a stove oven, a microwave, a stainless steel sink, a dishwasher, and a big stainless steel fridge. I am lucky enough that there are cabinets on top and bottom of the counters. in the middle of the kitchen there is a big island with its own lighting and a metal contraption probably for storage. The island has cabinets on two sides and the middle is hallow filled in with six bar stools. The stools are all the same small padded circle covered with a white material.

 Satisfied with the house I send my thanks to my contact. I stay in my phone and see the swarm of articles and tweets on my medias. Annoyed by lack of topics I close my medias. I begin to message Ezra to tell him my new address when I get a dropping feeling in my gut. I can feel that I am in danger but I don't asses a threat and ignore it.

 Bad move, it wasn't very cash money of me to brush off my gut warning. I hear a window creak and am slow to react. I manage to scramble to retrieve my phone, too late, and feel a pain in my neck. I lose consciousness. In my unconscious state I enter a dream like state and see Ezra. Ezra is upset and he holds a small woman in his arms. Ezra is cradling her like a precious doll and talking to a man in front of him. The man sits at an unusual table it looks like an ancient Chinese Emperors throne desk but it gives evil vibes. The man isn't facing Ezra but he exudes a menacing aura. I hear Ezra begging the man calling him "father". I feel my stomach drop and before I can finish processing what I'm seeing I'm violently shaken awake.

 I awaken with my eyes blindfolded and my hands and feet bound. I'm sprawled on a semi soft surface I assume it is a carpet. I may be blinded but I can feel that I am not alone. My mouth is dry and I realize that wherever it is that I am at is cold, too cold. I hear the shuffling of feet and people whispering. I can tell that there are at least three people. I start to try to think of ways to escape. The binds on me are pretty sturdy and well done. I wish I could at least know who the hell kidnapped me and what the hell they wanted. I don't know how I was grabbed so easily and begin to grill myself on all the things I could have done to prevent ending up in this situation. The back of neck hurts, my body is sore, and I give myself a headache. I fall asleep and when I awaken again I seem to be in a bed. I am no longer bound or blind folded. I make my way out of the bedroom I was in and discover I am back in my house. I feel a slight pain as my only indicator that I wasn't dreaming. I check my belongings and everything is accounted for. I brush it off until I find my phone on the kitchen floor. My phone is dead, great! I think to myself. I return to my bedroom which is the one I woke up in. I don't feel quite safe and have my stele and seraph blade nearby. I plug in my phone, take a shower, and take a nap. I wake up to turn on my phone.

 It is Monday. I quickly think of the things I missed. I was supposed to see Ezra. I was supposed to finish new drafts and a few works in my weekend. I was taken for at least a day and a half. There was no ransom note, no evidence of a reason behind my kidnapping, and all I found was a bloody sorry note with an envelope that contained two hundred dollars. I opened my phone to over fifty missed calls and messages from Ezra and one from Luke. Ezra was looking for me. Luke texted me that he would be near my old place on Tuesday and that he wanted to grab breakfast. I call Ezra and tell him that I was busy these days and had lost my phone during the move. He was relieved and told me I missed our date and that we could go when I had the chance. I agreed to go out with him to dinner.

 I took a refreshing shower and decided to wear the beautiful chiffon dress he had bought me. I paired it with faux jade earing and pendant I had found online as inspiration for a piece. I grabbed my small white shoulder bag and found myself a white winter coat. I headed out to meet Ezra at the end of my driveway and was so relieved when he held me in his arms. Dinner was at a small sushi restaurant. It was a cozy experience and then Ezra took me back and together we explored my house.

 I was full of energy and decided I wanted to enjoy each room with Ezra. In each room we left something unique. In most of the rooms we kissed in the doorway, left a sticker, or left a photo. When we got to my room we got a little carried away.

 When I awoke the next morning I was wrapped in Ezra. I needed to work today so I slipped out of his arms, got dressed in paint clothes, and went downstairs to make breakfast. I left a note and breakfast for Ezra on my little nightstand table. I looked at Ezra and something I saw tried to push it's way to the front of my mind but I was happy and just went on my way.

 I decided to use the mostly empty and very open Livingroom to paint in.