"Where is my son!" A loud voice booms through the air and I jump, my mind forgetting the sketches.
"Shit. Aime I'm gunna call in some one who is going to take you and hide you. I don't want my father seeing you." Dorian seemed so concern and all I could do was nodd as he presses a button on a remote. Soon a girl comes stepping our behind a shef where a hidden wall was and quickly rushes to our side.
"Dor what do you need?" She asks with a scared look as she glances at the door.
"He's here. Think you could take Aime to your favorite place to hide when ever he come over?" He asks the girl with soft words.
"Of course!" With a small smile she turns to me and I quickly fill up my tote bag, the girl taking my hand and leading me away.
As we enter the secret passway, the doors open with a bang just as the hidden one closes.
"This way." The girl tugs on my hand and begins to lead me down the lit hallway,
I could tell that the girl was putting up a farce as her hand gripped mine tightly and shook with fear.
I felt like the silence for this situation was better for now as we wait for the hall way to end.
The sounds of our steps echoed, signalling the only time frame we had and I couldn't wait to be out in a room.
"Almost there." Her voice was quiet, more like reassuring herself more then me and I gave her hand a quick squeeze. This girl must have been about sixteen, so young to be here and this scared.
Finally a light appeared and we exited into a circular room, comfy sofas, stuffed animals and pink drapes giving this a girly feel.
"This is my safe room for when father comes. I'm not allowed to call him father but..." her voice trails off and I knew instantly this was one of his sisters.
"It's okay sweetie. Can I ask your name?" I coo gently at her, not wanting to scare her.
"Maira." she blushes and I nodd, leading her to one of the sofas.
"I'm Aime." I smile at her as we sit on the sofa, the girl fidgeting nervously.
"Why are you scared little one?" I ask, reaching out to squeeze her hand gently.
"Because if father finds me he will hurt me. He never liked it when I hid from him and since Dorian took me he gets madder when he sees me." I couldn't help but feel sorry for this little girl. She and Dorian shared the same father but I could tell she was a slave, or used to be one. I guess the only child Dorian's father had was Dorian.
I felt bad for her but this also showed me how much of a kind person Dorian was and I couldn't help but let a small smile form.
"Don't worry, I'm sure your big brother will protect you." I reassure. Maira just nodds at this and curls up in a ball beside me, her head on my lap as she yawns. My hand goes to play with the young girl's hair as the rythm of her breathing slows down until I was positive she was asleep. Now it was just a waiting game until Dorian showed up.