Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ I Do Love You ❯ Exploring ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter Four - Exploring

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How long I laid there on the floor was unknown to me, but I felt extremely tired by the time I stopped crying. Thinking to take a nap, I made my way to the bed, shutting off the light in the library as I left that room. I crawled into the bed, sighing as I felt immediate relief on my body from the softness of the mattress.

However, even though I had laid down and closed my eyes, I couldn't seem to shut off my thoughts long enough to get to sleep. They swirled around and around in my head, reminding of everything that had happened since I had opened that unknown e-mail.

I frowned as I thought about the e-mail, wishing that I had deleted it when I had the chance. Maybe then none of the things that led me to be trapped here would have happened. However, small part of me told me that it just might of, but I squashed that part down.

Instead, I thought about how I might get away from this place. So far, I knew that the only way that I might be able to get out unnoticed was using the balcony, But I didn't know if it would be as easy as it looked. For all I knew, there were cameras around the pool area and windows that anyone could see through. I would have to get to know the house before I could get away from it.

That was when I decided to do just that. Hopping out of the bed, I walked over to the doors, slowly opening one of them and peeking my head out. There was no one there, so I walked out of the room, softly closing the door behind me. I didn't want anyone to realized that I was leaving the room, though I briefly wondered if someone could already tell that I had; there could easily be cameras in this hallway.

I walked around, know noticing that there were other doors on the floor that I hadn't before. Curiosity got me as I opened them to discover a study, bathroom, and guest room. The other two rooms were empty of everything, unused.

I made my way to the stairs. Looking down, I slowly made my way to the next floor, the third one. Like the previous floor, painting decorated the walls, only these paintings were in black and white, and of people and automobiles. I noticed that all of the people in the pictures were wearing clothes that were mostly popular in the early nineteen hundreds. It was the same with the automobiles.

Walking down this hallway, I once again peeked my head into each of the rooms, eyes widening as I realized that this was the guest floor; it had to be due to the amount of guest rooms and bathrooms that I saw. Every room was decorated the same, nothing special to them. I counted each of them, coming up with at least eight bedrooms and eight bathrooms.

All where unlived in, though they did have the necessities to be lived in. All the bedrooms had a dresser, desk, and bed, while the bathrooms came stocked with shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and toilet paper.

Walking back to the stairs, I quickly hid behind a pillar when I saw someone coming up them. I waited until I heard the footsteps disappear before I walked over to the stairs, and moved downward to the next floor. Like the floor above, this one also had several guest rooms, though not as many, and, in the same place that the room that I was placed in before, was a library.

It was a huge library, bigger than the one connected to the bedroom, taking up two floors. I could see that the second floor had a stairway that allowed a person to go between them without having to leave the room. I bit my lip, looking around to see if there was anyone else in the room. A silent sigh escaped me before I began looking around, seeing what books were on these shelves.

I found a lot of non-fiction ones on just about everything, from medical and gardening to serial killers and unsolved mysteries. I felt my eyes furrow over those ones, wondering why he had them. My mind flashed over several different scenarios, each one more horrid then the last until I finally stopped thing about it as I moved away from that section.

I used the stairs that were in this room to go down to the first floor instead of leaving and using the main staircase. As I went down, I looked at the books that lined the staircase, finding quite a few fiction ones that looked as if they would be good. Upon getting to the bottom, I continued to look at all the books, a small smile crossing my face as I realized that there was no specific audience for the books. It looked as if whoever had created this library didn't have a specific audience in mind.

I looked around the rest of the room, my eyes widening as I saw the sitting area in the middle of the room. There was a long couch, three comfortable looking chairs, and a chaise lounge all surrounding two tables. One was a dark wood coffee table, set right in front of the couch. The other was a circular frosted glass table that was set on white painted iron legs. It almost looked like a table that could be found at a café. It was set in front of the chaise lounge. A rug covered the floor as well, a circular one with Celtic symbols on it.

Walking over to the doors, I opened one of them, peeking my head out to find the hallway empty; at least, on this side of the stairs, which I could see in front of me. There was a door to my right and two to my left, as well as hallways on both sides. I could hear people talking from somewhere on this floor, though I didn't know where they were coming from.

Taking a deep breath as I prayed that I didn't run into anyone, I went to the first door on my left. Opening it up as carefully as possible, I found myself in the kitchen, the smell of food in the air. My stomach grumbled a bit, telling me that I needed to feed it, but I ignored it in favor of continuing my exploring.

The kitchen was one of the biggest and most equipped kitchen that I had ever seen, though it wasn't anything really special. It had counters along all of the walls, and two islands. There were two other doorways, one that led to the next room, and one with a sign saying `Servant Quarters' above it. I figured that it was were the servants slept.

I quickly closed the door when I saw the food that was in there, and felt my stomach growl again. While I was tempted to steal something - there had been quite a few cookies on the counter in easy reach - there had been people in there, and I didn't want anyone to notice me. I don't thing anyone did.

I went to the door next to it, though I already had an idea on which room this one was. I was right as I saw the long table surrounded with chairs. There was a china cabinet on one wall, and high windows on the other, as well as a counter where you would set food so you didn't crowd the table. At least, that's what I figured it was for. To me, it was a way of reaching the windows to climb out. Another doorway - besides the one that led to the kitchen - was on the wall leading into the next room.

Yes, I will admit that, while I was slightly curious about the house, I was looking around mostly to place where I could escape from. I figured that it would be better for me to know where I could leave without notice; at least, that's what I hoped for.

Like with the kitchen - and most of the rooms - I didn't enter. Instead, I left, and went to go to the next room on this side of the house when I saw that the guy who had opened the door when I first got here - Henry, if I remember correctly - was still standing there talking to someone.

I slinked back into the shadows, heading backwards towards the library doors before I remembered that there was a door to the right. I headed towards it, and briefly saw the doorway that I remembered passing when I first arrived here; the room that I was now entering was next to the parlor. Biting my lip, I slowly opened the door, peeking in the room though I had heard nothing to give any indication that there was anyone in here.

I blinked when I realized that I saw that it was a music room. There was a piano, cello, acoustic guitar, and several other instruments in there, including a violin. I couldn't help entering it fully, softly closing the door behind myself. I walked over to each instrument, softly touching them before I was standing in front of the violin.

Back in high school, I had played the violin, having enjoyed the beautiful sound that it could make, especially when it was paired with a piano. It helped me out that I could play it rather well, and one of the few people that I had gotten along with during high school, Angela Webber, was rather helpful when it came to having a piano accompany me.

I wondered if I could still play. It had been a while, as I had to quit playing when I had entered college, too busy trying to earn my bachelors - and then my masters - in journalism. It had just gotten so hectic that I didn't have any time for a band class.

Picking it and the bow up, I began to playing it, stopping every few seconds to tune it so that the sound was perfect. Soon, I was playing a score that I had memorized back when I was in high school, the notes coming into my head as I played them on the violin as if I had never stopped playing it. So into the music I didn't notice that someone had come into the room until I heard a piano begin to play.

Stopping myself abruptly, I turned, my heart pounding against my chest as I saw who it was that had suddenly began accompanying me. I found Edward sitting at the piano bench, his hands still playing the score that I had been playing. Biting my lips as I saw that he wasn't stopping, and looking at me, I picked up the score.

Together, we played until the song came to an end, and the trance that I had seemed to have fallen into seemed to break. I set the bow and violin down before turning to leave the room. I honestly didn't want to be anywhere near him at the moment. My mind kept flashing back to what had happened back in the mini library, and the fact that he was holding me hostage.

I just wasn't ready for another confrontation, as I knew I wouldn't be able to hold in my temper, for anger was what was beginning to take over. Despite the fact that he frightened me, I just couldn't act like a weak woman, despite the fact that he seemed to be able to bring such a reaction out of me.

However, I knew that if I yelled at him, he wouldn't hesitate to strike back, which struck fear into me. The combination of fear and anger was interesting, but totally unwelcome, as it left me with an unpleasant feeling. Just like before, it felt two sides of myself was at war with no end.

I didn't like how he could cause such a reaction from me, for the fact that, despite my anger, he made me feel weak and sent my reactions and feelings haywire. I didn't want to act or be a weak woman, as I had been taught better than that.

Heading back up to the third floor, I wondered what was going on with my job. I knew that people had seen me leave, but I wondered exactly what they were thinking. I knew that I couldn't exactly say that I was kidnapped; I had walked out of my own free will. I realized that it might have been in my best interest if I had, but - at the time - I couldn't help but think more about my pride of how I was exiting rather than the fact that I was being told to.

I barely realized that I was in the bedroom, suddenly tired for some odd reason. Closing the doors behind me, I shimmied out of my skirt. Pulling off my jacket and blouse, I neatly placed them on a small table next to the foot of the bed. I was glad that I had decided to wear a camisole, even more so that it was extra long. While a bit loose on me, it went down to cover my boy short panties.

Now clad in something that I could easily substitute for sleep wear, I turned off the light and went to bed. My last thought before I gave into the world of dreams was the fact that I had to get out of here, and I decided that I would try to escape tomorrow night.