• When we got outside it was already night and the freezing cold air hit me; I immediately started shivering. After all I was only wearing a black tank top and what used to be my favorite jeans. I looked up to see that this man had a REALLY nice car! First of all it was shiny, Italian, and had a custom paint job, talk about a gorgeous Lamborghini Reventon Roadster! He helped me into the passenger seat then went around and got in. He proceeded to turn the key which was answered by a gorgeous purr. He then turned on the heat and sped off leaving my personal hell left to the past, hopefully. At first I didn't think were going that fast by how the car purred, but when I looked over to see I realized we going about 205 miles per hour! I started to hyperventilate and he looked over at me with a worried look then asked, "Hey, what's wrong?" I was amazed at how sexy his voice was then stuttered out, "W-well your g-going t-two h-hundred and f-five miles p-per hour!" All he did then was chuckle and then took a sharp turn then said, "Yea, and?" I was instantly shut down and he chuckled again. Next he turned on the radio and surprisingly it was my favorite station, I started to hum a few of the songs I remembered. After about an hour he turned down the radio and said to me, "Why don't you tell me about yourself?"
    "Okay" I said, looking at me expectantly I was trying to figure out what I should and shouldn't say. "Well? I can't read minds you know so you kinda have to talk." he said. "Okay, well I am 21, my name is Rose-" "Wait, your 21?" he asked "Yea, why?" I was a little confused about why he was so intrigued by this, but he just shrugged it off and it was silent for another hour untill I got tired of not talking to him and straight out asked, "Where the hell are we going?" He looked at me and chuckled again "A little bit of temper, huh? Well we are going back to my place." He said this like I should have known that. "Why did you buy me? I don't get it." Once aain he looked at me like he was trying to figure me out, " Well that guy that took you and that said that cheesy line of "I'm your dad" was Bert. He's an ex- serial killer. I take the girls he finds and try to save them if he hasn't already killed them. Although when I saw you, you weren't scared you just looked like you could of handled be there longer and had a plan." He chuckled once more then said, "We're here!"
    All I could do as we drove up the huge winding drive way was stare at the house, the yard, and the garage!
    "I'm gonna take a wild guess and say your filthy rich?" I asked using heavy sarcasm. He chuckled then said matter-of-factly, "Yea, but I earned it all on my own if that makes me a little bit less snotty" "You earned this all on your own? How?!" I asked astonished. "Well I flew by in school and I didn't care about my grades, but in college I studied and now I'm a doctor, which kinda pays well." he said simply "Kinda?" I said sarcasticly again. After all I have been busting my a** my whole life and I live in an apartment and drive an Insight, so the fact he got threw school without caring then just in college became a doctor. Plus he was already out was more then a little maddening.
    I kept my mouth shut the rest of the way up the drive way then followed him into the house. When we entered I was surprised the house wasn't as nicely decorated as the outside.That made me feel a little better about myself, the house was decorated nice, don't get me wrong, but wasn't over done. "Do you want some dinner?" he asked nicely but I declined, I was far to tired to even think about being hungry. "Well then I guess I will be showing you your room." he said kinda worried. I guess since I didn't want to eat anything. We walked up the stairs to the second floor then went down a hallway full of pictures, most of them were of him as a child and growing up the rest were of his family I assumed.
    He came to a door with a a lock that looked old fashioned, it had a key hole like you see kids looking through in the movies. "I would help you get unpacked, but since you have nothing with you, I guess we'll have to get you something tomorrow. In the meantime you can use one of my shirts to sleep in for tonight. You can stay here and check out your room, I'll be back soon." he said. "Okay." was I could reply for some reason the though of him leaving was kinda painful, but I was probably just sore from all the beating around that "Bert" did to me.

    When he came back he had three shirts one was solid black and looked like it was twice my size the others were white and have different hospital names on them, I chose the black and put it on the bed. "Are you sure you don't want dinner?" he asked a little hopeful, but I still didn't feel hungry so I declined again and his face fell for a short moment then returned to normal. "Okay, well the bathroom is behind that door and if you need anything my room is at the end of the hall." he said kinda like he was hoping I would need something.

    The rest of the night seemed to go by pretty slow. When he came in to check on me I noticed that the burn from earlier was gone! I stared at him blankly for a while until he finally explained, "Oh, you've noticed that my burn is gone, huh? Well to be honest I don't want the criminals whom I "work" with to know who I am. Can you imagine a doctor who works with serial killers? Not a good rep to have. Anyway, it's kinda like my disguise to keep them from knowing who I am. I know it sounds cheesy, but it's the truth." I simply nodded in response hoping that was enough. We had a slightly awkward silence for a few seconds when he finally broke it. "I guess I should let you get to sleep. If you even get the slightest bit hungry the kitchen is open 24/7, please eat something. Medically speaking, you need it. Alright? Well, good night." "I will, good night."

    I spent laying in bed more half awake then half asleep, when I did fall asleep I had a dream about him.
    ~Rose’s Dream~
    I was back to my personal hell when Burt came busting through the door. He loaded and cocked a double barrel shotgun and didn't even hesitate to aim it at me. He looked at me as if he could kill me with a stare. Suddenly the guy who had saved me came running in holding a 45 and told Burt to stop and drop his weapon. Burt whirled around and pointed the gun at him, they both looked at each other fiercely. Burt finally gave in after a few seconds and put the gun down. When the guy who saved me walked past Burt and came over to me. Next thing I know Burt grabbed the shotgun and shot the guy right in front of me-

    I woke up and realized I'd screamed, he comes running down the hall and my door flies open. When he sees me crying he slowly comes toward me, then sits on the bed softly and pulls me into his embrace. Comforting me not even asking me what is wrong, or what happened all, it seemed like all he cared about was calming down and holding me close. Which I was fine with because his smell did calmed me down, but then it also make me realize that this guy was holding me and I had no idea who he really was.