Soulmate - Chapter Three - Where The Heck Am I?

I sighed, I felt warm and comfortable. Safe. Wait a minute. Why would I feel safe when I live with my alcohol addicted father who beats me. I never feel safe around him, even when he is sober. He always gives me these death stares and his friends eye me in a way that makes me shudder. I never feel safe at home. So why do I now? With my eyes still closed I puzzled over this for a few minutes until a pain in my side made me groan. I opened my eyes only to see I wasn’t in my room. Instead of being in my bed with plain white sheets I was now in a bed with soft light blue ones. The walls were a dark blue and the floors were some type of wood. The room was also extremely large. Twice the size of my old room. Where was I? I sat still trying to remember what happened. I came home from work, I had to work the late shift since Diana called in. I went home and locked myself in my room since my father was once again drunk. I got hungry so I… the rest hit me hard. I now remembered my father leaving me to die in the woods. Who was that guy who saved me? I need to thank him whoever he is because I would have died. Even though he thought I was dead at first. I was still a bit peeved about that. I looked at my arms and saw no gashes. Wait shouldn’t I still have scabs or something. As I checked my body I found none. Except my side was bandaged. Weird. So this guy was a miracle worker. As I sat there I also noticed my clothes were torn, bloody, and too small among other things. I also really need to use the bathroom. I decided to get up.
I slowly got off the bed due to my stiff and sore limbs. Well body actually. The room had three doors. All of the doors were made of a rich type of wood it looked like. I guess he is rich too. I went to the closest door which happened to be to my left. I only hoped it was a bathroom. But behind door number one was a closet. I flicked on a light switch and my mouthed dropped open. The bathroom could wait because it was like my own mall. I walked into the room, my eyes huge. I did need some new clothes, hopefully this guy didn’t mind that much if I borrowed some. I ran over to where a bunch of pants were hung up. This had to be too good to be true because every single pair was my size. I grabbed a pair of dark blue jeans that had a pink swirling pattern on the pocket and continued down the left side of the pant, and threw them over my arm as I next ran over to the shirts. I almost fainted when the shirts had the same results as the pants. All my size. I picked out a cute t-shirt that was a hot pink that said dreamer in white.
With my borrowed clothes in my arms I walked back into the other room trying to locate a bathroom. Because I really had to go now. I went to the next door. Door number two revealed a bathroom. I stared at it in shock for a moment. The bedroom was big, true. I thought the bathroom would be small. But it was instead the size of my old room. The floor was a black marble. There was a white bathtub that was huge. Everything else was white. I got over my shocked state remembering why I was here. After I got dressed and used the bathroom I paced around the room trying to figure out what to do next. I always paced when nervous or in deep thought. Door three obviously lead somewhere outside this room. The question was to go out the door or not to go out the door. You wouldn’t think a decision would be this hard. For me it is. On one hand I could leave the room and see what else this house, well mansion has to offer. And have the chance of getting in trouble big time. Or stay in my room for who knows how long. Decisions, decisions. Well it wasn’t as hard as I thought. I would rather have the risk of getting caught then stay here. Not that I didn’t like the room or anything it’s just that I want to know exactly where I am and why. I walked over to the door and took a deep breathe, here goes nothing.