Holy fuck my head hurts. I groaned and held one hand up to my forehead. It was like someone was pounding at my temples with a jackhammer. My eyes had so much gunk in them that I tried to wipe away. Where the fuck am I? I cracked open my eyes. The walls were tan, and there were two beds. Why am I in a hotel? I became aware of two people in the room with me. William, my body guard, was sitting in the chair by the desk with his eyes always entrained on me. The other man looked to be a medical person of some sort with his blue scrubs and a stethoscope around his neck.

The strange man stood up and approached the bed I was resting on. “How do you feel?” he asked as he took my wrist between his fingers and checked my pulse.

“My head feels like shit. What did you do to me?” I grumbled.

“We had to sedate you to get you here. What you are feeling is the sedative wearing off. The headache should subside in a few minutes after you intake some fluids. Breathe in for me, deep breath,” he said as he placed one hand on my back and the stethoscope over my chest. “Your lungs sound good, pulse is good. Here’s some water for you to drink.”

I took the bottle of water from his outstretched hand and took a deep drink. My mouth felt like sandpaper. I looked over to William, “Why am I here?”

“It will all be explained soon. You need to shower and prepare yourself. We will be leaving in an hour.”

“Where are you taking me?” I was sick of this cat and mouse shit.

He sighed, “You know I’m not allowed to tell you Miss Elvira. Please, follow my instructions this one time. It will make this day much easier for both of us.”

After a few more drinks I grabbed the bag on the floor labeled for me and went to the on suite bathroom. The shower felt nice. The sedative had left me kind of cold. I wrapped my hair in a towel and opened the bag. What the fuck is this?! All of the clothes were white polo shirts, black skirts, and black stockings. I dug around for makeup, finding nothing. I looked in the mirror. This is crossing the fucking line. Luckily, I was in the same clothes they knocked me out in and I had my black gel eyeliner pencil and a tube of mascara in the pocket of my jacket. I lined my eyes and plumped up my lashes. I didn’t want to put back on the same clothes, so unwillingly I put on the damn school girl outfit and the matching light blue button up sweater. The black shoes that went with it were hideous. I didn’t even get a hair straightener. I pulled up the curling mess of hair and tied it into a ponytail before brushing out and styling my layered bangs. I walked out the bathroom, leaving all my shit except my stashed away make up in the bathroom for them to deal with.

Will already knew I was going to resist. He grumbled for a minutes before getting up and returning with the packed bag of my things. We left the medical dude behind and Will took me to a black four door BMW. He opened the passenger door for me before placing my bag in the trunk. The drive away from the hotel was boring. I just stared out the passenger window. Even the sky was dreary, like it could pour any moment, but chose not to. We pulled up to a black wrought iron gate that opened automatically. Jesus Christ, where have they sent me? We came up to a courtyard in front of a large building built in the late 1800’s. It was all brick, painted white. The windows had wrought iron bars on them too. From the road, there looked to be four identical buildings set up in a square. William shut off the car.

“Welcome to your new home,” he said quietly.

“You mean hell,” I grumbled.

He got out of the car and came around to my side to open the door. I stepped out, my arms crossed over my chest. William opened the trunk and pulled out two suitcases and a duffle bag. I turned to face the building as a young blonde woman with the same outfit approached us.

She smiled brightly, “You must be Valery Dirkson! I’m Carolyn Valprazzo, a third year.”

“It’s Elvira,” I said quietly.

“Oh you go by your middle name?” she asked as she looked at the clipboard she had. “You’ll be living on my floor. For now, I will show you to your room and then we can go to the office and finish your paperwork. Then I can give you a tour!”

“I’ll be taking care of her paperwork per request of her parents,” William said.

“Okay then! Follow me!” she said.

I plodded along behind her as we passed through the front entrance of the school and down a corridor that lead to another door into a brick courtyard with an area of grass in the center and some wooden benches. We approached the building on the right side and went up the stairs to the front entrance. She led us to the fourth floor (top floor) and down the hall to the last room on the right. She handed me the metal key on lanyard that read “St. Michael’s Catholic University”. I am really in hell.

My room was the size of my bathroom at home. The walls were a faded white and had one barred window. The floors and all the furniture were the same color of rich dark wood. I had a bed, desk, chair, and dresser. A stack of books was already on the desk. I walked over to it to find notebooks, writing utensils, and basically anything you could find in an Office Depot. “Where’s the bathroom?”

She smiled, “Well you are actually lucky. We usually have another floor advisor in this room, but your parents paid the extra money. I’m in the room on the middle of the hall right across from the stairs and the other advisor is at the other end of the hall on the left. Your bathroom is right through that door.”

I opened the same colored wood door and found a toilet, mirror, sink, and stand up shower. The whole space was only about 4ft by 7ft. This is definitely a downsize from my on suite at home.

Carolyn and William left to go do the paperwork. My bags were laying on the floor by my bed. I went to investigate the dresser, finding a bunch of white grandma bras and white panties. The pajamas were all sleep pants and matching button up shirts. Seriously, I can’t even have some decent sleep wear or even a couple band tees? No makeup, no clothes of my own. What else? I found a set of black and grey sheets for my bed in a package under the bed. Once the sheets were laid out, I collapsed on the bed. I just need something, preferably a cigarette. I saw my purse was on the floor by the desk. I jumped up and dug through it, disappointed to find only my wallet, sunglasses, and some lip balm. Even my wallet only had my ID, a credit card with a sticker labeled “EMERGENCIES ONLY”, and a piece of paper with emergency numbers. How the fuck could I even call them when I don’t have my phone?

I couldn’t suffocate in this room anymore.

Notes

Another chapter for you :)
Hmmm I wonder who she will be meeting soon....

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