Why couldn’t Sir tell me what I did wrong so I could do better?
Rubbing my sore eyes with the palm of my hand, I sighed. Thinking about what I could havepossibly done wrong in the man’s eyes, I was still as lost as ever.
I wasn’t the brightest, which made a lot of men laugh at me for when I didn’t understand things. Sometimes, it was just so hard to read someone good enough. So many times, words hadn’t been heard correctly. Either it wasn’t in English, or it was just my head not taking the spoken words in as it should.
Pulling my hand away, my eyes caught the bracelet that was still on my wrist. Sir hadn’t removed it.
That small little thing gave me a smidgen of hope. Sir would want me back, then. Right? He could see exactly where I was.
That solidified that this was all a punishment for something I had done. I had to learn something.
Just if I knew what I had done wrong to begin with, it would have been helpful.
A sigh ghosted from my lungs. I’d figured it out. Eventually.
Looking up at the window, the sun was just starting to rise. A few people in the house began to stir, their steps sluggish with sleep.
Soon enough, a light knock sounded on the door. It was a moment or two later when it was pushed open.
“Hi?” A small quiet voice spoke before the form of a person stepped all the way into the room. In the dull light of the morning, it was hard to see more than a thin-framed person with short hair standing a few feet into the room.
It took the person a few seconds to notice me. When he did, he slowly stepped farther into the room. Each step was measured, unsure but also on a mission. When he was near me, leaving a good yard between us, he knelt.
“I’m Nathen.”
I blinked, dropping my eyes away from him.
“Mrs. Meyer sent me up to get you. I’ll show you around and talk you through what to expect today.”
No thanks.I was fine here until Sir wanted me back.
“It’s scary, I know.” Nathen sat, folding his legs over one another like a kid would. “But it’s okay. You’llget settled in a day or two, and the past will just be bad memories.”
I couldn’t stop myself from looking up at him. His eyes were small as he watched me. Dark hair fell across the top of his head. A small button nose wrinkled in thought.
“I don’t know what to say to make you feel okay here. But wait and see. It’ll be okay now.”
I just blinked, confused. He talked as though I was going to be here for a long time.
“Come on. Let’s get breakfast before the morning gets crazy.”
“Not hungry.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t all that hungry either the first few days. But you need to eat.” Nathen spoke as he stood, his knees cracking at the movement.
I shook my head. There was no point in going anywhere. I’d stay right here in my cage where I was placed.
“Okay. Well, Mrs. Meyer doesn’t allow food or sugary drinks in bedrooms. But there’s always food in the kitchen. You can help yourself if you get hungry later.”
I nodded, even though I wasn’t going to venture there.
“Alright then. I…I’ll be back later?” When I didn’t answer, he went on. “Guess it’s the best time for you to use the bathroom and take a shower, at least.”
I didn’t say anything to that, either. Eventually, Nathen must have gotten tired of waiting for me to answer as he gave me a soft smile before leaving me again. He left the door open, which allowed the noises of the waking house to seep into the room.
Chapter 17
Dakota
