Chapter 2
Beginning to wake up, she recalled the events of the previous night. She sighed in relief, realizing it was all just a really bad nightmare. She had a horrible headache and opened her eyes to get the pain medicine she kept on her night stand. She was shocked to say the least when she seen she was in a strange bed, in a strange room.
Melissa sat up slowly. Careful not to make her head hurt more than it already did. She made her way across the room to look out the huge window to see if maybe she could gain some insight as to where she was. Melissa's breath caught as she seen she was on the third floor of a super-massive mansion.
"Where the hell am I?" She asked herself. She began to look around and noticed for the first time, she was not wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Going into the attached bathroom, she found a robe to put on over her mysterious pajamas.
Her headache long forgotten, she took a deep breath and hoped she wasn't locked inside this room. She made her way to the door and turned the knob, relieved that it opened easily. She stepped into the hallway and saw it seemed to go on forever. Her room was the last door at the end, so she began to walk. Slowly at first, and then gradually picked up her pace. She walked about forty feet when a staircase appeared on her left. She cautiously made her way down. She counted the steps as she went in an attempt to keep herself calm. "Twenty-one, twenty-two," she whispered to herself. Step twenty-three was a landing. She noticed another long hall with doors on each side but they were further apart than the doors on the third floor.
She saw more steps descending to her right and took them. She could smell delicious scents of food cooking. Gathering all of her courage, she followed the smell and found a gourmet kitchen-bigger than any kitchen she had ever seen. She stood in the doorway and took in the awe-inspiring sight. The counter top looked to be about twelve feet long by five feet wide. The massive gas stove, refrigerator, cabinets, and counter tops were stainless steel. The pots and pans were hanging on a huge rack over the counter top.
She was so lost in her amazement of the room she hadn't noticed the woman who came out of an attached pantry so big a small car could be stored in it. The woman almost gave Melissa a heart attack and stroke at the same time when she spoke to her.
"Well, well. Look whose up. I trust you slept well, my dear?"
Melissa jumped nearly out of her skin and put a hand over heart in an attempt to calm herself down.
"Oh, I'm sorry, my dear. I didn't mean to startle you so. How do you feel, child? You took a nasty bump to your head in that unfortunate care accident last night." The woman was average height with short red curly hair and spoke in an English accent.
"It's ok. Um, I'm confused. Where am I?" Melissa asked innocently.
"Why you're in Deer Field House." The cheerful woman answered. She was taking the delicious smelling food off the stove and placing it on two plates.
Melissa continued her interrogation. "How did I get here?"
"The master of the house saws your accident and brought you here."
"Where are my clothes?"
"Don't worry, child. They are being sent to be cleaned in town. The master is seeing to it along with your car. He had it taken to a garage early this morning to be see if it could be repaired."
"Who do you work for?" Melissa didn't like constantly hearing "the master". It made her feel like she was in some kind of horror movie.
"I work for a very wealthy and powerful man. You'll like him I think. Everyone does. I worked for his parents and when they died," she said crossing herself and mumbled, "God rest their lovely souls," she continued in a more cheerful voice, "I stayed on and continued to work for him."
"Ahh, I see. And his name is?" she asked curiously.
"Oh you'll meet him and tell you his name himself. Breakfast is almost ready. Why don't you go on into the dining room. it's just the next room, child."
"Melissa. My name is Melissa Dothan. Thank you, Mrs.?" Melissa inquired.
"Oh no. Not Mrs. Anything. I am simply Patricia. Now go on and I'll bring your breakfast." Patricia said, dismissing her.
Melissa found the huge dining room. It was quite beautiful with a fireplace large enough for a person to sit in and a table that sat ten people. There was a chandelier over the center of the table that lit the entire room. At the end of the table, were two place settings.
As promised, Patricia came into the room carrying two plates of food and set them on the table. She left and returned almost as quickly and poured two cups of coffee.
"The master is just in time. His car just pulled up and he'll be joining you momentarily." Patricia told her and left the room.
Melissa didn't have to wait long before the owner of this magnificent house entered the room. Upon first seeing him, her initial reaction was to run!
He was quite possibly the largest man she had ever seen. He stood about seven feet tall and was about three feet, if not more, wide. He obviously took care of himself and kept in shape. He had captivatingly blue eyes but had no hair. Still very handsome. She was immediately put at ease when he smiled at her.
"Hello. How are you feeling?" He asked in a deep but perfect voice.
"Hungry, actually." She honestly answered him. She watched him walk to the end of the table. Before taking his seat, he pulled her chair out for her and gestured for her to join him. She got the feeling this man was used getting what he wanted. She gratefully accepted the offered chair. The generous meal looked so delicious she couldn't wait to taste it.
The giant of a man took the seat to her right, at the end of the table.
"I'm Melissa Dothan. Thank you for helping me. I appreciate it but how did I get here and how did my clothes change?" she asked, a little fearful of the answer to her last question.
"I saw your accident and came to your rescue. I brought you here instead of calling 911 because of the storm. As for your clothes, Patricia changed them."
"You didn't dial 911? What if I needed a doctor?" she asked.
"Well, you did need a doctor. So, I guess it's lucky that I am a doctor." He replied picking up his fork. She continued to look at him, patiently waiting for him to continue. "I'm Dr. Glenn Jacobs." He offered.