Alex
Do you want to know what he did to me after that? DO YOU!? He frickin' left me all alone again in this shithole.
Flashback
''Don't do anything stupid.' He said then started to walk out of the room.
'Hey, you can't do this to me.' I said while trying to restrain him from walking out but to no avail, he already locked the door.
'XXX YOU!'
'Umm I don't think he likes your choice of words and one more thing, don't try to run away again, missy.'
Now you know why I was sitting on this crap bed in this crap room in a crap mansion in this shithole of a country.
I didn’t want to run away through the window again because I knew what would happen. I would either die or meet that jerk again. What now? I didn’t want to think about the things that would happen tonight. Oh God, let this be one of those scary dreams I had. Suddenly, I heard someone was knocking on the door.
'Alex, I will open this door, OK? But don't try to run away again, I knew what you did with that window earlier.' It was a woman who spoke to me just now, how did she know my name? I would ask her about it later, only if I failed to escape this crap mansion again.
'Fine, just open it.' I said, rushing to the door once it opened.
'What did I say, Alex?' I was caught by Bob. Shoot, I should have known she wouldn't have come in here alone. She was the woman I saw the first time I stepped into this mansion.
'Пусть идёт, возвращайся к своей работе' (Let her go, get back to your work)
'Хорошо' (Okay) Bob let go of me and went away. She must be telling him to let me go and then dismissed him.
'Now, sit.' She said, pulling that rolling tray table with her to be in front of me 'You haven't had breakfast, so this is your breakfast.' Finally, someone knew I was a human being that needed food.
'Ahhh, finally. I thought they would never give me food to eat. But how do I know that you didn't put any disgusting poisonous sh*t in it?' I pointed to the plate that was given to me.
'Don't worry, I haven't put any arsenic in it so it's unlikely to kill you.'
'Really? what about you eat it first?'
'Just eat it or I'll take it.'
'Fine, fine.' I was really hungry so there was no way I wouldn't eat it.
It was flavorless. What do they have here? Don't tell me they don't even have salt and spice. God, they even gave me something so pathetic that one could eat, the word pathetic wasn’t even enough to describe this thing I had in my mouth. But what do I have? I was given no choice but to eat this.
'Do you have any salt or spice here?'
'No one likes spice in this mansion and you can't eat too much salt because it's bad for your health, you can suffer from high blood pressure.'
Right ...
I could use as much salt and spice as I wanted at home. It wasn’t t like she or whoever made this had put salt or any seasoning in it.
'Take a shower after you finish because you stink. You will have new clothes ready in this room once you're done.' With that, she left me in this room and didn't forget to lock the door again.
I'm done eating that thing and scurried to the bathroom. Once I stepped into this so-called bathroom, my jaw was literally on the floor because of what was in front of my eyes really amazed me.
The bathroom gave me a warm feeling. White travertine tiles of walls, the floor were made of beige tiles, and the vanities were made of dark wood. There was a huge walk-in shower that could fit 2 people or maybe more and there was this big bathtub for 2 as well.
The bathroom I had back at home was nothing compared to this. One time, my brother and I had a war because of a freaking bathroom. The other bathroom was under construction so we had to share a bathroom for a while. Then you know what happened? We argued every day until the other bathroom could be used. I nagged him all day about his gross habit. I thought he just never learned how to pee in the toilet or maybe he did but just splattered everywhere and never wiped it up. He was really gross. Eww
So yeah, I was done taking shower that lasted like a couple of hours. The shower was too good that I wanted to spend my day there. And yeah, I didn't take a bath because I didn’t know what nasty thing that old man had been done in it, it could be a source of some pretty gross stuff you know.
Now, where are my clothes? I mumbled to myself.
What is this? They want me to wear a dress? A freaking white dress? I hardly ever wore a dress unless it was my mom doing, I just owned one black dress with long sleeves. It wasn’t revealing, not too short but not too long either, just perfect. And what about this dress? It was white, sleeveless, but at least it wasn’t short.
There was this note and it said:
I see that you're enjoying your shower for hours. Now, this is your dress and heels. Put them on and be ready for lunch, someone will come to get you when the time comes. I already had the maids to fill the closet so you don't need those ugly baggy clothes again.
What the heck? They think it's ugly? Old fashioned? Tell you what, Russki, all the cool kids in my school wore this, you just had no sense of fashion.
OK, now just put this thing on because I didn’t want to be seen with just a towel. What if someone suddenly decided to barge into this room.
This dress wasn’t tight, to be honest, it fitted perfectly. Now, it was time for me to slip the heels on. I wasn’t good at wearing these torture devices they called 'heels' but I believed they wouldn’t let me walk around barefoot.
Suddenly, a girl that looked just the same age as me walked into the room. Did she knock? Does she even know the meaning of it? or maybe she did but I didn't hear it? Am I deaf now?
'Good afternoon, Alex Grebenshchikova. I'm Elena and sorry, I knock but you don't answer so I walk in.' She said in a very heavy Russian accent. She looked like she just ran a marathon 'I asked to come get you to lunch, they waiting.' she finished.
'Alex what? I am Alex Davis, not Alex whatever-you-said. Just call me Alex.' I corrected her.
'I sorry. That what I order to call you.' She said timidly.
'Oh no no no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say it like that. I just don't want you to call me that because I never want to be his wife. Hell, I don't even want to be in the same country as him. I hate him already.'
She shushed me 'Please, don't make it difficult. I just try doing my job here. We don't have time, they waiting.' She said with that worried look on her face.
'No time for what? Who said that I want to eat my lunch with them?'
'Please, he want you to be there in time.' She pleaded and looked so .. scared? What made her so scared? Should I be scared of whoever this person was as well?
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