5 My Room

Jace led us to the marble staircase with a bronze handrail. The butler had already dropped the bags in our rooms. We climbed for bigger two minutes due to its longness. We reached a long hallway which had a vaulted ceiling, with doors on it sides which made me wonder 'Who sleeps in all this room??' He showed my mum her room and she thanked him before walking in. We walked a few steps and we stopped in front of door. He opened it and lo and behold was the most beautiful spacious room I have ever seen.

'Whose room is this?' I asked as my mouth formed an O.

'This is your room!' He answered as we both walked in. There was a big bookshelf, a four poster bed and the curtains were tied to each bedpost. The duvet, bedsheets and pillows all had the same bright yellow design which screamed gorgeous.

'This is my room?' I said and Jace nodded his head and I ran to hug him.

'Thanks for always been there for me!' I said as put my face at the crook of his neck and he hugged me back with one hand on my waist and the other at my back. He slowly pulled me away and he saw tears in my eyes and he used his thumb to clean them, which felt smooth on my face.

'Look, if you cry again, I'll cry too. So forget what had happened in your house and live in the present.' I held his wrist and smiled at him. Then he left the room and I quickly unpacked and I went to the built-in -wardrobe and to top it off, it was big and spacious. I am just happy it wasn't those built - in room like wardrobes, because I would have made it my secret room, but it had space to sit and hide, that was what made it better. I hanged my clothes and kept my shoes all at its coordinates.

'Miss, my master said you should get ready soon and come for down for lunch!' A lady said as she knocked on my door.

'I'll be right there!' I went into the bathroom and it was impressive. I entered the shower and as it poured on my face, the sexual abuse I experienced an hour ago flashed into my head,the irritating smirking with his eyes all over me, the disgusting kiss, the gripping of both arms, the ripping of my shirt, the tugging off of my bra and the sickening touch of his hands around my breast. I scrubbed my body, to get every touch away with tears flowing down my eyes and I just gave up and broke down.