Page 12 of Owned By Frank

ANYTHING FOR MY FREEDOM

My bent legs support my head while my arms surround my knees. My flowing hair hides my face, my whole body rests on the bed in this posture.

Again in the same place. The small room. The small opening no longer lets in the rays of light which I suppose is because night has already fallen. Again locked up, cold, the good thing about this is that I'm not hungry anymore...

My eyes begin to close out of sleep instinct but I oppose the idea. Maybe because I'm afraid they'll do something bad to me while I'm sleeping. The feeling of insecurity is not news if one is in this condition.

I fear for my life. I fear that I will not get out of here alive or well if I do get out of here.

I replay in my mind over and over again that look, the one that came from that boy, Frank...

That look, I had never seen something like it. So captivating, so bewitching, so beautiful. I had never seen a look like his, it was different or perhaps I alone saw it different, that look was curious, as if it was hiding something, it was simply intriguing.

The door opens with a little force. I don't even bother to see who it is.

A bag is thrown a few inches from my feet, so this time I look at the door.

That dark man is in the frame of the entrance, he looks at me with some sorrow, as if he were sorry. He tries to say something but represses his words in his mouth. He changes his afflicted expression to that smile that was in the beginning. Instead I don't reciprocate, I'm still angry about the way he threw me out like a bloody rag. I instinctively see the palms of my hands. The color red is still present, they sting but I don't dare to move from my place, if I were lying I would say that I am not resentful but I am.

- I figured you'd be cold...

I don't look at him, if I do, it is possible that I will try to kill him and that is how I am, if something bothers me, it bothers me until the end.

- The weather here is not as good as we say and I brought you this so you won't catch a cold...

I don't dare look at it, how did I think this guy was going to be able to help me out of here? How did that get through my twisted mind?

- I guess you're angry at the way I treated you in there.

I look at him with mockery, I pretend that my gaze reflects all the sarcasm that his words provoke in me.

- You won't say anything? - He insists - I just came to inform you that you won't be leaving here for a while so you can get used to it. - his voice insists that I answer him.

Please, not even all your smiles will be able to cope with my disgust..

I hear a faint sigh after the cracking of the door

- By the way you can call me Dante...

If you think I'm going to look at you, dear

"Dante", you're very wrong because obviously I'm not going to.

I don't look at him, I turn my head more to the opposite side and it's enough of an act to make the brown man slam the door.

He smiled out of pride, "What can I do?

A small wave of wind hits me and my body trembles at the sensation. My hands are too cold to warm them with my breath. The tip of my nose is red, in short, my whole body is like an ice cube.

With no other option I snoop around in the black bag I've been given. In it are some black jeans, a long sleeved lead blouse and a jacket of the same color as the pants. I look a little further and find some sneakers for my luck.

I don't wait any longer and take off the damn slutty suit I'm wearing. Not to be a bitch to say that but it's true, that fucking dress kills charms and shows too much skin.

After a few minutes I finish with my mission. Without any delicacy I throw my body on the bed and let out a long sigh. At least I am not dead, which makes me happy in a way.

My eyes look out of the small window, I slowly feel my body warming up in the warm clothes.

Then I can't resist any longer, my eyelids close and I fall into a deep sleep.