True or False

"What the fuck is going on." I woke up. Yes, after fainting because of tiredness or because of the beating, I'm almost sure it was because of the latter. I woke up, but instead of waking up in a hospital, which would be perfectly normal in a case like this, no, I wake up in a luxury, giant room.

Okay, how did I get here? In this luxury room? So many strange things are happening today. I finally resolved to visualize the room, which I had ignored because of the surprise. And fuck, there's a mirror with a gold frame. I never understood the rich people, for that kind of useless thing. They are desperate for luxury and appearance, mainly appearance. But appearance is more understandable than luxury, but to two things has a connection, to have appearance in their world it takes luxury.

The bed is a little more than 5 meters, obviously it was built for an orgy or some guy with Harem, but I will not fill the bag over it because it is very comfortable. Besides the useless decorations I will not ask for my time paying attention. There is a desk and a computer, it's like a simplified office, not saying that the computer is the last generation. There's a TV, I have no idea how many inches.

 After that, there are three doors, two on the left and one on the right, which I presume is the way out of this room.

 I try to lift my aching body, but it's difficult. My legs and face hurt a lot, practically unbearable for me, someone who almost never got hurt, besides having fallen on my arm once, which hurt a lot, even I thought I had fractured, I can not remember any other case of physical pain.

 When I finally get to sit on the bed, I look at the room once again, and think about what to do. It may seem that I'm very calm in a situation like this, I'm in unfamiliar terrain, after having two gangster wanting to kidnap me. Maybe I'm very calm myself, but I noticed they changed my clothes, and they gave me a shower. They wiped all the blood on my body, besides the clothes being of a very good quality. So I do not think they want to hurt me, whoever brought me to this place.

Perhaps the man who entered the alley shortly after I passed out was a very rich and charitable soul, took me into his house and took care of me.

 What's strange if that's what happened, why not take me to the hospital instead? This is weird. I will stop thinking and acting, I believe that in a short time I will find out.

I get up, I try to walk and I can, only slowly. Walking normally hurts my body. I go to the two doors to see what's behind them. Probably the other door on the other side of the room leads to the exit, but I'm curious about what's in these doors, I can not help, I'm a curious person and an unknown terrain only piques my curiosity. I open the first door and do not wonder, it was a bathroom. A very normal thing, apart from having a jacuzzi and being the biggest bathroom I have ever seen, is quite normal ...

I have not been scouring the place, the bathroom is an unattractive room if you will allow me to say so. I left the bathroom and closed the door and then looked to the side toward the next door, what will be here? I opened quickly without curling and what was left me disappointed again, I'm not sure what I was hoping to find. But fuck, is it a rich house, should not it have interesting things here? Kind of like a movie theater in the room. But ok, I've gotten over it.

It is a very large closet and with varied clothes and shoes, sneakers ... everything here seems expensive, besides having another mirror with a gold frame here. The clothes are masculine, coincidentally my size, and considering the style of clothing that looks like a teenager, the person who owns this room is likely to be my age.

Looking better at the place, my questions were answered. It was really a person my age, has a high school uniform here, this was the last week of my old college class and I have already gone to the best tertiary school in the capital.

As I was lost in my thoughts, I resolved to leave the room and face what has to be faced.

What's left is just the way out ... which makes my nervousness jump, what will I find? It was even a good person who saved me or this is a place the gangsters took me. In short, everything will be revealed. I started to go step by step through the door. As soon as he got close enough to the doorknob, the door opened. I confess that I was startled by the sudden movement and jumped back, almost fell. But the leap was so big that I had the bed to support myself on my feet. Who opened it was a girl, dressed as if she were going to work. An outfit equal a desk to be exact. She was beautiful, Black hair and eyes, kept a serious expression, as if she had an inflexible personality.

I arranged my posture quickly a little embarrassed, but she looked at me as if nothing had happened and continued with a neutral expression.

"I see the young master woke up. I'm glad he's healthy," she said without a change in his face.

 Young master? She's probably kind of a maid. Even though I heard that this was normal among high-class employees. But calling even a guest or guest of Young Master is not a bit of an exaggeration?

"Was the lady who helped me?" I decided to call her a lady, because I do not think she's very old, she looks like a twenty-five.

"No, it was my lord who helped you, young master, but it was I who put on the clothes you are wearing."

Hmm. I got it right, she's really a maid. But did she say you put my clothes on?

Dylan looked at himself blushing, then straightened his composure, not revealing that he was embarrassed.

Damn it! She says so naturally that she has changed my clothes, I will not even ask if she saw me naked, even if she has seen. She's going to use that expressionless face while I'm embarrassed. Feeling completely exposed.

"I understand and thank you, so where is your master? Would you mind taking me to him?" I pretend that nothing happened. I hope she'll take me soon so I can work out and get out of here as quickly as possible.

I was very curious about the place, but this woman made me a bit restless, so I want to get out of here as fast as possible.

"Yes, of course, I came to do it myself, please follow me." The woman is waiting for me at the door, I do not know what to do. We stood for a second until she broke the silence. "Is not the young master coming?"

What? As well? I walk up to her and step to the door, she bows and starts leading the way.

Okay, little time with this woman and I'm already embarrassed twice. Do you really need this? I'm just a guest. She starts leading the way in an extensive hallway, in addition to the room I was in, it had 4 more doors in this same hallway. We still do not talk, in a cold climate. Until we reached the end of the corridor and entered an elevator.

This place has 3 floors, probably a building. We were on the 3rd floor, the girl came in and pressed the button for the first floor.

"By the way, I do not know your name until now, do you mind?"

I asked to try to break the ice. "Of course I do not mind saying my name to my Young Master, my name is Maria." Maria said for the first time with a little emotion, without being as neutral and calm as before. little happy, for the small change but I did not let it appear.

"My name is Dylan, thank you for taking care of me, Maria."

She smiled and said, "It's only my duty. Take good care of me from now on, Young Master Dylan."

At least now the weather softened and my impression of Mary improved. We got to the first floor. The elevator was in a corner, the front was the exit and on the left side there was a hallway. Looking at the door looks like it's a house rather than a building. Which I believed would be, well, it's a big house. Dylan sighed ...

Rich being extravagant again, because hell needs an elevator in a house. I'll stop complaining because the owner of this house probably saved my life.

 Maria led me to the left aisle, there was a kitchen and then the living room where there was a man and a woman.

 The living room was giant and had a giant rug, pictures decorating, a bookcase with television not too far, another bookcase with books. Going to the left was a table where this woman and man were.

Maria led me to the table and pulled out a chair for me to sit on, meanwhile, I could feel glances watching my every move, the smallest details. When I sat down I could take a good look at them. The man had black hair and black eyes, he was very handsome. A masculine form that most of the women likes, even being in their forties still did not have white hair. Maybe he paints? Well it does not matter. The woman was a blue-eyed redhead, she was very pretty and had a certain familiarity. As soon as I watched them from head to toe, they did the same.

To be polite, I asked. "You saved me, did not you? Thank you." I bowed to them. For some reason the redhead had a slight tremor but soon recovered.

"Yes we did, we were so sorry we could not get there before you got hurt," the man says looking guilty. Which made me feel a little bad, it's not like it's their fault or anything.

"Lord, it is not your fault. I am very grateful for your help." Grateful and relieved. Even though I was relatively calm and curious, the supposed chance of being in danger and here being a place, where friends of those gangsters took me, never left my head. I do not let that sound, but I'm really relieved now.

"Actually, it's our fault, listen to Dylan, we have something to tell you," said the man, rising from his chair and coming close to me. Instinctively I became alert and they realized, inexplicably they were a little annoyed to see this. "Do not worry Dylan, let's not hurt him"

I do not know why I believed in the man and could feel more comfortable with all this strange situation "So tell me, how do you have to do with everything that happened?"

The woman also came closer, so the two of them sat very close to me. "You can leave now," the man said to Maria. He did not answer, just lowered his head and left. The two of them then looked at me with strange looks, especially the woman. He looked at me in a way that no one ever looked at me. What made me feel strange inside.

The man began, "So Dylan, those men were after you because of us." I was not too surprised when they said it had to do with them.

"Well, if you do not mind, you can tell me why." I asked curiously, I hope I did not get in the way. It was the last thing I needed right now, I do not want any problems, or you can kick me out of the school I studied so hard to get into.

While I thought about it, I was taken by surprise by the woman, who ran her hands through my hair and with tears in she's eyes said; "Because you are our son" and she hugged me.