A/N: Sorry the chapters are short at this point. I was just trying to post up everything I had so it made sense. Again I apologize. Please Reveiw!
" Hey! Girlie! We're here" The cab driver tapped my window.
I looked out to see the first rays of sunlight peek over the horizon. The rays touched the sides of a beautiful manor. They cast a rosy glow on the sprawling mansion. I was surprised, from what I had heard earlier I assumed that even a high paying call girl wouldn't be living in this luxury. Maybe not squalor, but certainly not this.
I opened the car door and clutched my bunny robe closer to my poorly dressed body. I had no reprieve for the past seven hours. I couldn't wait to just change and fall asleep. Forever.
The taxi driver shoved his hands deep into the core of his dirty blue trousers. He looked about shyly . Yes much too good for the likes of you pasty sir. He pointed a sausage like thumb towards that manor or mansion, I still couldn't figure out which name was more suitable.
" I already got your suitcases in all that's left is you girlie." He put his hands up as if to ward off an attack. " aint no need to pay me now. Your pa already took care of that. You take care now hear?" With that Pasty was back in the drivers seat pulling out of the circular drive.
I pulled the robe tighter as I made the trek to the giant French doors. I wondered exactly what type of impression I would make with my loss still so fresh about me. The loss of my parents, my pride, my virginity, my trust in men, and most importantly my belief in the over all prevalence of good over evil. I imagined the impression would be a poor one.
The fancy doors opened as if on cue. There stood the most beautiful women I had ever laid eyes upon. I was jealous and moved. Her long blonde hair was pulled back from her shapely face by a red ribbon. Side swept bangs brushed atop eyebrows that framed the most poignant cornflower blue eyes. Her body was slender and lithe. Immediately I could see how her profession could be lucrative. I know I would pay for that. Well only if I were a guy. Hmm well …
A smile beamed radiantly on her lips. A smile that hit full bloom only to wilt when her eyes took in my own appearance.
" Hi, My name is Mina. Umm your parents called and told me of your situation." She ushered me into the hall and up the swirling stair case. I shuddered thinking maybe her sudden lack of enthusiasm meant she believed them. She opened the second door to the left and lead me in. Her blue eyes took another one over of me and I trembled.
" This is your suite, feel free to shower in the adjoining bath and sleep until whenever." She grabbed my hands into her smaller ones. " It looks like you've had a trying time and I would like to hear your side of the story whenever you feel ready." She gave an encouraging smile before shutting the door behind her.
She wanted to hear my side. Tears flooded down my face. My parents automatically believed someone else over me and here was a complete stranger giving me the benefit of the doubt. Maybe I would be okay after all.
I found the adjoining bath with little difficulty. It was next to the huge walk in closet that had my suitcases piled in it. I filled the black marble bath to the brim with hot, hot water and lilac bubbles. I carefully lowered myself into it. My body shook at the pain that renewed when the near scalding water touched it. The area between my legs throbbed with such intensity that I gasped. I deliberately ignored the pain and scrubbed viciously at my entire body trying to scrub last night events completely off of me.
After toweling myself off I tossed last night clothes into the trash along with my favorite robe. I didn't want anything left to remind me of my betrayal for when I woke. I stood in front of the full length mirror in the closet assessing myself. I looked the same except for the red and bruises around my breasts and between my legs, but the red was my through scrubbing, the bruises... I covered the mirror with an extra blanket determined not to look at myself until I knew the bruises had healed.
With that decided and clothed in a pair of silky pajamas I climbed into bed. I replayed the events one last time in my mind. You will not have another deranged night mare, you will not be scarred forever, you will get over this. I sang this over and over in my mind until exhaustion took me.
