Disclaimer: As you already figured out, I wish that Dave was mine. For now, these chapters seem to be the only things that keep me sane so enjoy.


Chapter 29: Moving On (Gwendolyn's POV)

It was a scary moment for Gwendolyn when she took her first steps into the unknown house. The inside decor was a very impressive sight from the start. It seemed that the house was screaming rich and famous with all of the expensive paintings and statues that littered any available space. The walls were covered in dark red wallpaper with what looked like some sort of pattern in gold. Jake took off his jacket and left it just by the door. The other things that he had been carrying he left on a small table close by. He then began to ascend the large staircase that was in front of her.

As she was being 'escorted' upstairs, she couldn't help but get a sort of cold and uncomfortable feeling through her. The house did not have a welcoming feeling or any sort of remembrance for her. She couldn't help but remember how she felt so comfy and wanted in Dave's home. She felt like she belonged there, been living there for ages. In this house, she felt the complete opposite and everything was bought just to show Jake's wealth, not to show a homely welcome.

The staircase that they traveled up was enormous with a red carpet in the middle reaching all the way to the top with hardwood railings. She quickly went up the stairs, not wanting to make any of her three captors angry. It was strange that she would call them captors when this guy claims to be someone she cared about before the darkness filled her mind. Either way, she didn't want to do anything that would cause bad things to happen like when she was slapped. She sighed silently as she continued to let herself be led like a small child. When they reached the landing upstairs, Jake stopped and turned around.

"Your room is just how it was when you left so I hope that you will be happy to be back." All she did was nod, speaking was too hard, the fear of saying the wrong thing still around. Jake resumed walking and Gwendolyn continued to follow with the two goons still behind her. He turned right and traveled down a large hallway with doors on both sides every couple of feet. Why would he need such a big house when so few people live here.

Lining the outside of each door were small hardwood tables with nothing more then vases. Inside all of them there were dozens of beautiful, exotic flowers that she had never seen before. When they reached a door at the end of the hall, Jake stopped and opened the door using a key. She let out a sudden yelp as he roughly grabbed her arm and threw her to the ground inside. "Welcome back." He closed the door and Gwendolyn heard what sounded like a lock. Immediately, she got back up and tried to jiggle the doorknob. To her dismay, it wouldn't turn thus trapping her in the room. Full of emotion, she put her back towards the mahogany wood and slid down, bringing her knees to her chest. She needed to cry.

She wanted to cry. It was confusing. She was home now and yet she was unhappy. Pulling her knees tighter, she heard something hit the floor. She looked down and saw the key that Dave had given her earlier that day. She collected it in her hands and gently caressed the cold steel. She would never use it so why should she keep it. I know why. He's the one thing that I don't want to forget with all of my heart. Holding the key in her hands, she looked around to get a good look at the room she was in. It was much different from the room that she had stayed in before. It was in disarray with the window cover in shambles and dirt everywhere.

It seemed like a place to keep a dog or an animal. It couldn't be her room. It just couldn't. She decided that she needed to examine it more closely. Getting up off the floor, she wiped the dirt from her jeans and walked over to the small closet. Grabbing the metal handles, she threw open the doors and discovered something devastating. There was nothing there for her expect for some uniform. It was like a French maid outfit and seemed to have been left there for some time. Moving it around, Gwendolyn couldn't find anything else inside. Angry by what she had discovered, she slammed the doors shut and continued to examine the room.

The only other things there were a small dresser with a mirror and a very dirty bed. It disgusted Gwendolyn to the point that she almost couldn't bare it anymore. Something on the dresser caught her eye because of its color. Walking across to it, she saw a single book on top with a light pink cover. There was nothing on the outside to tell her what it was so she figured that she would look at it once she settled down. Pulling back the covers, she found that the mattress underneath was surprising clean and took a seat. She almost felt like Goldilocks at that moment.

The mattress itself wasn't too hard; it wasn't too soft, it was just right. The one decent thing in this room, maybe I can manage some sleep later. She sighed. She was tired and lonely. She almost felt like if she went downstairs, maybe Dave will be there waiting for her. It's was so hard for her not to forget that big, sweet, sexy animal. To get her mind off things, Gwendolyn decided to examine the book on the dresser. Looking it over, it seemed simple enough. Lying further on the bed, she opened the book up to the first page. The few words on that page seemed to change her mood completely.

It read, "Rebecca Rose's Diary: My thoughts and feelings from the heart." Oh wow. She was amazed at her discovery. It looked like Gwendolyn discovered a treasure by accident. It was a day by day account of things that happened in her forgotten past. The book was about 500 pages long, most of them filled with a different day and an entry. She held it close to her, never wanting to lose it. Looking out of the window, she could see the blue sky beginning to darken as it welcomed the night. Gwendolyn couldn't sleep at the moment so she figured that she should take this time to at least read the first entry. Okay, this may take a while but I have to do this if I'm going to get some answers. She turned to the second page and began to read. May 04, 2008.


A/N: Okay guys, I'm going to go with this idea that I had to try and explain Gwendolyn's past. This is also an excuse to get more chapters so you can't stop me from doing that:P Alright, I hope that you guys are still going to R&R and Happy Reading^_^