Chapter 2

Groaning, I bury my face into my pillow. I’m warm and the covers feel like silk on my skin. As I roll over, I notice that I’ve gone to sleep in my jeans and tank-top. Which means I didn’t shower before going to bed last night. Which is funny because I don’t even remember going to bed at all.

Opening my eyes takes great effort. They feel like they’ve been glued shut. After fighting to get them open I close them back as soon as a bright light hits me. Funny I don’t remember it ever being this bright in my room. Even with the curtains open. I open my eyes a little at a time so they can adjust to the light and get my first look around and the tidal wave of memories and emotions hit me all at once.

No

No

No no no...... This isn’t happening. No. They can’t take me. I promised dad. I promised him I would stay away from the aliens and not leave him. I didn’t want to be like the unlucky ones and never see my family and friends again. I had a life. A job. A boyfriend.

I couldn’t and wouldn’t become a bride to an alien. No, I can’t. I won’t be a bride to one of these freaks. I flinch at my inner monolog. Remembering the stories my dad told me when I was younger after mom was taken. Then again, a few years ago after my friend Carley was taken.

“Listen, Cassie, the Government has decided that we should cater to these aliens. They made promises to our government with shiny new toys and now our government is sending out women to cater to the bastard's needs. These things, they are freaks of nature. Unnatural and I need you to promise to stay away from them. You can always tell who they are by their height and the color of their eyes. Whenever you see these people you turn tail and run as fast and as far as you can.”

“These freaks may look like us, talk like us, but they aren’t us. They aren’t human like me and you.” I remember staring wide-eyed and nodding along. Trying to wrap my ten-year-old mind around the fact that there were really monsters outside. That, these same monsters had taken my mother from me and that’s the reason she’s never come back to us.

Sucking in a deep breath I slowly climbed out of the bed. The room is small and all white. There’s not much in the room in the way of personal items. Nothing that will tell me where I’m at or how I can getaway. Everything is all lines and sharp edges.

There are no windows to look out of. There’s a cot and a desk in the corner to the left. To the right of that, there is a dresser type thing and a bookshelf with books that I can’t read the names of. There are three doors. Two on one side of the room and one on the other side.

I walk towards the two doors first because Let’s face it. I’ve been asleep for who knows how long and I really have to pee. Picking the door on the right, I walk up to it and the door automatically opens. It’s dark but as soon as I step forward a bright light comes on and I find myself standing in the middle of a closet. Not just any closet but every woman’s dream closet.

There are dresses, shoes, jewelry, coats and any other thing you can think of having in here. I start to get disappointed because there seems to be no t-shirts or pants in the whole room. Walking over to another dresser I touch it and it opens to reveal exactly what was missing. Pants, bra’s, panties, shirts, and socks are found here. I’m not sure who’s clothes these are but with everything in this room, I’m sure they won’t miss the clothes I get to change into.

Walking out of the amazing closet I turn to the other door and walk-in when the door slides open. This is the bathroom I’ve been searching for and it’s almost as big as the closet. Looking around the room I catalog everything in sight. There’s a huge waterfall type shower, a sunk-in tub that I’d love to try, two sinks, and then there is the toilet or what looks like the toilet and it has its own little room. Needing to pee, I lay my stolen clothes on the counter and head into that little room.

It takes me a few minutes to figure it out but I eventually do. I jump about ten feet off the toilet when the thing spits water at my ass when I finished peeing. I move back a little to look at where it’s coming from when another squirt of water shoots up and catches me in the face. Wiping my face with the end of my shirt I pray to god that it was clean water. I’m still looking for toilet paper when the water stops and a blast of heat hits my ass a few seconds later.

Thinking this would be really fucked up if this was their version of cleaning themselves after. I start to get uncomfortable as the heat seems to get hotter. So hot that it feels as if my ass is on fire. Jumping up and away from the toilet I can’t help but rub my ass to ease some of the sting away. Putting my hair up I walk over to the shower to see how complicated it would be.

Turns out, it wasn’t as complicated as I first thought. All I had to do was stand under the showerhead. Removing my clothes, I took the longest shower I could. After getting dressed, I made my way to the door I hadn’t tried yet. I expected it to open automatically like the others but this one stayed shut.

I was just about to start beating on the door when it finally opens making me pitch forward. Arms flying and a shriek leaves my mouth as I start to fall. A set of muscular arms catch me before my face can meet the floor. I cling to the arm until I’m placed on my feet. Stumbling back, I look up only to be greeted with the same glowing Aquamarine eyes of the man who kidnapped me.

With the light brighter here, I can see him better than I could when he took me from my home. Midnight black hair frames high cheekbones. A slightly crookened nose that looked like it had been broken more than once. His eyes had that deceptively innocent look to them again. He was taller than I thought and looked to be in his early to mid-twenties.