🌹R O S E  III🌹

🌹CHAPTER THIRTY - THREE🌹

In his car he led me and with my phone and laptop I sit there without saying a word. Not sure what I'm supposed to do now. I feel like I've just sold my soul to the Devil and I will never be able to get it back as now I will have to serve him for the rest of my miserable life.

"Why so sour, my dear? The world is about to be presented to you on a silver platter" He says. I don't know his name but I know that there will be no way that I will ever call him my father. He isn't my father and never will be, no matter if I share half of my DNA with him, he will never be my family.

"I don't want the world" I tell him without meaning to speak at all. I had been looking outside the window as the car started and I feel as if he has been dragging me down to Hell now that I've already sold my soul and it brings me nothing my heartache and pain on top of all of the pain that was before in my heart.

I can tell that my answer does make him a bit angry. "You're going to want it soon enough" He only says but I can tell that he's still not happy with me right now but then again I'm not happy with him either as he practically kidnapped me, he did threaten me and blackmail me so I'm rather angry with him too.

"When we get home, you're going straight to your room as you're grounded until I say otherwise" He tells me. I nearly roll my eyes. Did he miss the part where I'm an adult and not a child anymore? And he can't just treat me like that, it's not like he raised me or anything because he didn't.

I've never been grounded as my parents, my real parents, not this guy, they did not believe in such punishments. Neither one of us speak after that but when so long passes I finally look from the window to see that I do have my phone.

I open it and as much as I would like to call someone I need to think about Alexander, he's going to hurt him in some way and I can't let that happen. Not until I find away to save him and save all of us. I can't understand why he would ground me.

That just doesn't make any sense to me at all but then again I don't really understand this man that sits beside me. Playing some game in my phone for some time until the car finally stops in front of a house. It's larger than most houses but it was still smaller than I would've imagined.

He gets out of the car and I do too and follow him inside the house. The hallways are dark and creepy and it looks like they have not been cleaned for a long time, possibly years as there is dust and spider webs everywhere. Is this truly where he lives?

I don't think it's good for the health to be in a place where there is dust everywhere and everything is dirty. He leads me to a room and walks inside. "This is your room" He only says before he turns around and closes the door. I hear a small click and I realize he locked the door.

Locking me here inside the room and that makes my heart pain even worse than it was. I can't be sure how much pain I'm going to be able to handle. Looking around the room to see that he couldn't have picked a better one. There is a bed but it doesn't look that clean as there are white sheets with brown stains and a ton of visible dust on it.

The bed is also broken on one of the post under the bed and it looks like the other ones are not far behind the first one. A old looking closet is in one of the corners but the door is off its hinges and inside the closet is nothing but a couple of shelves, empty ones.

How old is this house exactly? Everything is so old and falling apart that it looks like this house has not even been used since the Middle Ages or even before that. I sigh as I sit down on the floor which surprisingly is the cleanest spot of this entire room.

I open my computer and something catches my attention. A Rubik's cube ad shows up and I have this feeling that I've tried solving one in a hospital bed but when I was in the hospital I don't remember that. As I continue to watch him I have this feeling that I was waiting for someone while I tried to solve it.

I somehow know that I did not solve it but I did try, there was something on my mind. Something that distracted me from the cube but I've no idea what that was but I think it was something about Lena... though, I can't fully remember it.

The memory is so far in my brain yet I was in the hospital only two months ago. This doesn't make any sense. Perhaps I'm finally growing insane because that would make sense to me. I've been through so much that it's hard to even process it.

Sighing I move my eyes away from the Rubik's cube and then open my novel and as much as I want to write, I don't have anything. It seems that writer's block has found me, right when I just want to get lost in the world of writing it doesn't want me.

That is the only thing that doesn't want me. He said that he did not want me anymore and perhaps no one does. Not once has my mother called me and not once has Lena called me. I've not seen Lena for so long nor have I heard from her.

Lena... there is something about her that makes me feel uneasy for some reason and a bit strange, perhaps fear. I can't be sure of it. I adjust on the floor but then I feel a small sitting pain in one of my fingers and I instantly look up from the computer and on my finger.

Seeing that there is a splinter, I remove it. Biting my lips because of the pain, I finally get it out and throw it somewhere in the corner. Looking back at my finger to see if there is anything left of the splinter but all I see is red as blood is slowly seeping through.

I find something to wipe the blood with but there isn't anything to wipe it with so I decide to lick the blood of as disgusting as that is. But I was not fast enough as a drop of blood leaks from my finger and lands on the ground. Something about this seems familiar to me.

And about Lena. She was bleeding by a wall... I think. The floor was covered in blood and she was bleeding from her wrist. I can't be sure but somehow I can see it in my mind's eye but I can't see it at the same time and that confuses me. I can see it so clearly yet still it's so far away from me.

All of these memories that I feel that I have but I can't remember them ever happening are strange to me but I can't dwell on that. I open my phone and stare at Alexander's number. Eager to call him, to know if he is all right now and no one has hurt him.

But, then I remember that he doesn't want to have anything to do with me as he did break up with me and he doesn't want me, I can't call him because he doesn't want to hear from me and I can't know why he did the things that he did. It just doesn't make any sense.

Perhaps it was childish but I had wanted everything to be perfect now that I was awake and mostly all of the danger was over, we had survived something that now everyone can say they have and we had each other but now. I feel like I did not even survive anything at all.

Maybe it would've been better if I had still been in the coma and never have woken up. Then I would not have gone through this heartache but then my family would as if I would never wake up, they would feel this pain that is happening to me.

A pain that I don't want anyone to feel, I shall take the pain for them so they don't have to feel it. Closing my computer I walk over to the window when I had stood up from the floor. The window is covered in filth but I can still see outside and I look to a forest and it feels like I've seen that forest before but I've never been here.

But, from where I was looking it was much deeper into the forest and the trees were closer to each other. This is inane. I shake my head as I look out at the world and wondering if I belong there. The company is in good hands and even when I've felt that it doesn't belong to me anymore, that is the truth.

I struggled so hard to fit in there and know my way around everything but I realize that perhaps I was never meant to come back to the company at all. Mrs. Ryder and Alexander have it handled in their way and they were the ones that got the company national wide while I was afraid of it.

Lena had found someone that she loves and is with them now and my mom is happy, that I know. Maybe they don't need me with them. I'll just be in the way. A burden. In that case, it's a good thing that I'm here. Now I'm out of everyone's hair and no one needs to worry about me anymore.

Staying here might be what I need. He might never become my father but getting to know him for the man that he is now is perhaps one way to know if I do share anything with him and maybe I will be surprised about it or maybe all if this will be just as miserable as I'm I'm feeling right now.

Sighing I walk over to the bed and remove the covers in the best way possible so no dust flies off, of course now all of it stays in one place but I was able to remove the covers and put it gently on the ground before I slowly sit on the bed. Allowing tears to run down my cheeks as I sit there in my own sorrow.

I don't know how long I've been in here but there is nothing for me to do. If I have my computer and phone then the battery would drain and there is no place where I can plug it in to charge so there is that. Sitting here makes me think of everything and even the things that I don't want to be thinking of right but I can't help it.

A small part of me wishes everyone to just forget me, so I might be able to disappear and be here for the rest of my life as I've already sold my soul to the Devil either way so it would not make much sense to go back to the world where they don't want me.

After I woke up from the coma, I came into a world that is the same on the outside but once you get on the side, it's not the same and it's even crueler and it's different. That is a world that I don't belong in and perhaps I never did.