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She flexed and clenched her entire body, trying to wiggle out of the hands that were holding under her armpits and another set holding her feet. It did no good. The hands squeezed tighter, making her tired. She wanted so badly to rest but needed to keep fighting. No one was helping her. No one was out, most likely, because it was still so early in the morning. She thrashed her head back and forth, trying to see through the impenetrable cloth.
Both bodies that were carrying her halted. A fleeting moment allowed her to think that they had realized they had the wrong girl and that this was all a mistake. Sweat dripped into her eyes and the sack made her skin crawl with its itchy fibers. She heard metal sliding against metal, like a door was opening.
It was a vehicle door. She thought of the rules she was taught in the self-defense class she and Gertrude had taken at the library; never let them take you to a second location. She sprung with all her might and managed to kick one foot out of the fierce grip. Just then, a hard object smacked her across the face. She had never experienced such a dull pain that exploded into all of her senses. Her ears rung lowly and she wondered if her nose was misaligned, as she tasted blood running into the corners of her mouth. Whatever hit her was very heavy and she thought it might be a gun.
She felt rope wrapping around her ankles and hands at the same time. There were more than two people involved. The hands swung and heaved her body onto a hard metal floor. She landed on one knee and the agony made her fall face first. The door closed. Some strident notes rang out from what must have been the car radio. She couldn’t recognize the song but it sounded of Middle Eastern origin.
An engine started and rattled as they left the beach. She struggled to roll herself onto her back, but hand no success. The sharp turns made her slide face first into the corners under the seats. It took a lot of concentration not to scream. She knew it would waste her energy and worse, that no one would hear her. She wondered where they were going. They could have passed her parent’s house. Her parents, post coital from their block party, had no idea their daughter had been abducted.
She heard the familiar ringing of her phone. Her bag must have made it into the car. It must be Danno calling, saying that he had finished breakfast with Rainbow. It was time to talk about where they could run off to together. He would think that she was ignoring his phone call.
She flayed about the compartment, trying to get the sack off of her head again to be able to identify who was responsible. She felt the rope rub against the skin on her wrists, savagely scratching. She decided it was too soon to cry and, making that very decision meant that shock had set in. Still though, crying would make her more helpless.
“Please make the car stop,” she whispered. “Please let this be a mistake.”
“Shut up back there,” a low, crackling voice roared. She felt tiny hairs all over her body spring straight up. “I’ll cut off that pretty pink tongue and stuff it down your throat.”
Ala instinctively crouched down, planting her hand on the railing in order to peek up. Had the gardener seen Danno leave? Perhaps he knew she was alone. There was no reason for him to be back after she told him his things were not in the house. Fear curdled deep in her stomach. His figure enlarged as he walked toward the window, closer to her. She crawled on her hands and knees under the sill, trying to get to the back of the sofa. She could not remember where she had left her phone. Most likely on the kitchen counter. If she got up now, he would see her going to the kitchen.
The house phone began to ring. She looked up to see if the gardener was calling, and he was gone. She crawled toward the kitchen and plastered herself against the back door before slowly inching up to look out of the kitchen windows.
She did not see him in the backyard, but saw that all of the dishes had been left out from the early morning breakfast. She would have to wait to clear the table because Bruno could be lurking. What did he want from her? Perhaps she should call Emmanuel to let him know that a member of his staff was harassing her. He would probably inquire about how everything else was going, and she wasn’t sure that she could adequately lie over the phone.
Her stomach began to spin and she did not feel safe in the house any longer, at least not by herself. She tiptoed to Emmanuel’s room and found a pair of her shoes, that did not require she wear socks, and slipped them on. She retrieved her purse and phone and slowly made her way toward the front door. There were no cars in front of the house, not to say Bruno hasn’t parked far away to throw her off. She positioned the house key firmly in her hand and stepped outside, quickly locking up, then bolted down the porch steps. She jogged, looking behind her frequently, to her parent’s house. The porch light was turned on, welcoming her and she had never been so relieved to be going back to this house.
She let herself in and locked the door behind her, peering out to see if she had been followed. The street was clear. She sunk down on the bottom step to catch her breath and ran her hands through her hair. The air was stiff and she fanned herself with a magazine from the end table. The house has not been this hot the last time she was there. She heard a whack, a quick high-pitched whip, coming from upstairs.
Her parents were surely still at this hour. She heard a thump and then laughter. She stepped carefully, not wanting to disturb the noise, or let her parents know that she was home. Her parent’s bedroom door was open slightly, and purple light spilled out onto the carpet. She approached and looked inside of the room, then stepped back quickly.
A dozen naked bodies, all moving and squirming, were coiled together in a heap in the middle of the bedroom floor.
She put her hand on top of his.
“No,” she said. “This isn’t about me. Go.”
He kissed her mouth. “Everything will be fine.”
“I know,” she said. Going to a business breakfast at dawn, where she would have nothing to say, was not something she was interested in. Danno was right in saying that not everything was always going to be perfect, in her opinion, all of the time. Jase was so aggressive and quick to be mean. And she would fall apart whenever they disagreed or wanted two different things. Danno was confident because he knew that he would not always be able to make her happy. Because it was not his job. “I’ll see you when you get back.”
“What are you going to do?” He said.
“I’ll straighten up around here and sort through my things.”
“Sort through how?”
“Fold clothes, make sure everything is organized.”
“How many things do you still keep at your parent’s house?”
“Quite a few. It hasn’t been that long since I came back from Boston.” She thought of the piles of boxes and stacks of books that were flooding the basement. “Why do you ask?”
“We may want to come up with a plan to get everything out of there soon.”
“But I live there.”
“Maybe not for long.”
She would live with him if he asked, even though she had no idea where he lived. She hoped she would not get so desperate that she would actually ask if she could live with him. She couldn’t bare the thought of not being able to indulge in their every whim when she had to leave Emmanuel’s house.
She returned his smile. He left through the front door and she could hear Rainbow’s car running in the driveway. She walked through each room, gingerly folding clean clothes and laying them in her suitcase. She gathered up wadded, dirty garments and began a load of laundry. She had not done anything normal in days and it felt nice to be caring for a home.
The doorbell rang. She flocked to the foyer; sure that Danno had forgotten something and was locked out. She stopped short of the bay window and in the lower corner could see Bruno, the gardener, on the front porch.
Her wet fingertips touched the screen in order to accept the call. She didn’t hear anyone on the line after answering, and hung up. She called back and waited. He did not answer. She dried off and let the towel fall to the floor. Her hands shook and she tried to steady them, even when realizing that Emmanuel’s art and cash were still missing. The whole nightmare had actually happened. She had not slept it off.
Her skin felt sticky in crooks between her joints, from being in the same position for a long time. She didn’t want to go into her mother’s closet because she was terrified to find anything else that she could never have imagined her prudish parents owning. Her clothes were a foul smelling, stiff mess that she didn’t feel could be pulled onto her body without cracking. She picked up the towel and wrapped it around her body, tucking the loose edge toward her chest. It hung above her upper thigh and revealed more than any dress she owned. She left her hair in the awkward half-wet knots that had developed and swung her purse over her shoulder. Her brain nipped at her to drain the tub, and she swatted at the air to kill a fly she imagined to be buzzing in her ear.
She left the front door open and made her way toward Emmanuel’s house. Her bare foot scarped against the warm pavement before she realized she did not wear shoes out. She could smell charcoal burning in a neighbor’s yard and assumed her parents were close by, so decided to not risk going back inside the house.
Her pace was even, keeping the towel in place and allowing her time to think about what she would do when returning to Emmanuel’s house. Piercing light struck her view very suddenly as a car pulled up in front of the house and stopped. Danno got out and, seeing Ala, let the door close slowly on it’s own. He approached, looking her up and down and seized both of her shoulders.
“Where are you coming from? Why aren’t you dressed?”
The way he shook her made her brain tighten. He pulled himself away to examine her.
“I took a bath. At my parent’s house.”
“Why haven’t you answered my calls?”
“I fell asleep in the tub.”
She could tell he was resisting screaming in her face. She shrugged.
He grabbed her by the elbow.
She pulled back.
“No.” He shook his head and lifted her over his shoulder. She let the towel fall and he clasped it over her bottom. “I can walk. Put me down.”
He ignored her and carried her into the house. She could hear a car pull up in front as he slammed the door behind them.
“What are you thinking walking around that way?”
She let her body slouch down to the ground. Her chest was exposed and she sloppily tried to cover herself below the waist with the towel.
“I have more on my mind than that. The house was robbed.”
“It wasn’t robbed,” he said, turning on the foyer light. “I took everything.”
She could see the top of the rock wall, the swirly blue up far ahead and the sun exposing the surface. She planted her palm and lifted her other hand to push down with everything she had. She felt his hand under her foot, giving her a boost up. She got her knee up, with only a slight scrape, and collapsed once three quarters of her trembling body was safe on top. She did not have the strength to turn and offer him her hand.
He was right behind her and when reaching the top, did not collapse, but instead took several deep breaths. He helped her up to her feet. While his scent made her blush and his hand on her waist made her feel weepy with love, she couldn’t stop the spinning behind her eyes.
“Hey,” she said, short spurts of air coming through her dry mouth, “What’s your name?”
“Your name is Danno?”
She was sure she hadn’t heard right.
“What kind of name is Danno?”
“We’re not playing this game again, are we?”
She laughed too, and quickly felt her knees start to give in.
“I’m going to faint.”
“No, don’t do that. Just breathe. That was a bit of a workout.”
She nodded and sucked in and out. But this was different discomfort from the over exertion that came with strenuous activity. The pain was in her abdomen as well. If she had not had her appendix removed three winters ago, she would have thought it was bursting inside of her.
“I really–I really am going to.”
His grip tightened on her arm and her waist.
“Here, let’s have you rest here.”There was a clearing with some moss strewn across the damp caramel colored dirt. He took off his jacket and lied it smooth before easing her down. “We should have brought water,” he said.
She nodded and turned on her side out of habit. The throbbing intensified. She held on to his hand.
“This isn’t right. Something isn’t right.”
“I shouldn’t have pushed, Ala. I feel like a jerk.”
“I’ll be okay, I just need dome rest.” His face blurred as she closed her eyes. She felt his body curve to fit hers and his hand pushed the sweaty matted hair off of her forehead.
“I can call someone if you’d like.”
“No,” she said, thinking of her parents. She would not ruin this time with him. Her parents would make her go to the hospital. They would make her end the best summer of her life. “I’ll be fine. Just stay.”
She heard his chuckle.
“Where else would I go?”
“I don’t know, Danno” she whispered and then chuckled too. She had to be in and out of sleep. No one’s name was Danno. No one she had met, or even heard of. No one drove Aston Martin’s either though. And no one made her love them in less than one day.
She backed away slowly and pulled the stopper in the tub. The water rushed out and she sat of the edge, trying to put together how to react the next time she saw her parents.
She wouldn’t confront them, but was insulted that they would risk outing her in this position. There was a chance that they thought she would never use their bathtub, but the other in the house was being glazed and no one could use it for three days. And, her seeing this wasn’t the issue. The issue was that it existed in the house. It was in her parent’s personal space—there was no getting around it.
She toweled off and dressed, thinking about how for the first time, this did not feel like her home. She felt like she was sleeping in an erotic hotel. She didn’t know what to expect next.