Chapter 12

"Hey butterfly, how did you get out your room?" I know foe a fact I locked the door behind me when I left the room.

"Elliot that is not my room. That is your panic room." What do they think I am dumb to believe my room would have no windows and looks like a FBI office. I cant help but giggle at them sitting their like fish out of water.

"And how do you know it is my panic room?" She is smarter than we thought. Not just a little girl lost and scared.

"Because no normal room will have a door with a state of the art double lock system with a glass plate in between the two locks. I know that if someone tries to drill through the locks to break in, the glass will shatter and by that happening, it will make it impossible to open the lock. It will take about 5 days to cut through the steel doors. Giving the people locked inside enough time to call for help or to use the secret door to escape. I have not looked for your secret door yet but I know for sure there is one in there. I can tell because when you make a notice inside the room there is a certain amount of air that can escape through the main door and you are realizing way more so hence why I said you have a trap door the sound waves are different with two doors than it is with one."

They are looking at me like I just spoke another language.

"Ok but the door was locked I made sure of it when I left you sleeping there."

" Yes, it was. But you have a one of a kind state of the art keypad that has a very familiar sound to it. Every button you press makes a unique sound of its own. I have listened too you to come and go through that door over a hundred times that sound is imbedded in my brain so when I saw the keypad it was as if I knew which sound went with which button so I pressed it and the door opened. "

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, why would I lie?"

"But were did you learn all of that. What you know is like something of highly classified person is trained to know. No normal person would know stud like that."

"I don't know? My memory only starts at my 19 birthday. I was on a cruise with my friend's celebrating. We stopped at the main Island to shop. I went on my own and was taken. I was in a room for a month then went on auction. Mr Mike Paul bought me for 12 million, I still remember he was buyer no 400. That's all I remember of my past.

That was a year and a half ago. So by my calculations I am about 20 years old. I don't know were I am from. I was never married. My name is not Sam Spencer. My friends came up with a fake name for me to travel with, but I don't know my real one. They would also call me Anna but I don't know why. I prefer you'll calling me butterfly because there is no bad past attached to that name. I met a very handsome man on the ship and we hooked up his name is Chris. I have my pilot license to operate a chopper and a jet and I have my captain's license. I speak 11 different languages. And I am qualified in martial arts. That is all I can tell you about me."

"You sound like some sort of super woman." Elliot says and we all start laughing. Lets go inside and chill butterfly?

It has been 3 months and I am totally healed. I still get the craving but Elliot helps me with it by taking me into the gym and kicking my ass in martial arts. He only beats me because I let him, because it feels better to get beat than to want to use again. I am physically in the best shape of my life. We run together on the beach, 10 km every morning. When we cant run on the beach we hit the treadmills. I have taken a liking to the punching bag it feels good.

When Alex wants to spas on the mat, I don't hold back because I know he can take it and he would be very insulted if I did. I know Elliot can take it to but we spar for different reasons. I love to spar with Alex because he was better than me when I first started but now after 3 months I have my abilities back and kick his ass every time. It is so funny to see this big lump of a guy get taken down on the mats by me the little lady but he always gets back up with a smile and says, "One day little one."

"Hey butterfly, why do you beat my ass almost all the time but you let Elliot kick your ass every time. I know you are a better fighter than him but you never win."

"Alex I beat your ass all the time not almost all the time."

"True that is but you didn't answer my question?"

"I only fight with Elliot when my craving for the drugs get bad. So when he hits me on the mat it helps make me forget my cravings are there. So letting him beat me is my way of coping and getting control so I wont need to use drugs again. I hope that make sense to you."

"You know you are the most amazing person I know. You have been through hell and back and you are still so strong and still surviving. I am in awe of you.

But you are going to have to teach Elliot a lesson sooner that later because he already has a big head about you not been able to land him on his ass not once." "I'm sure I can make a plan and show him a little bit of what I am made of."

Now lets go chill and watch a movie that's after we go shower."