24. The hideout

( Mention of religion ahead. )

The room had black marble floors and a black matte exterior. The white light illuminating the room made it look posh and modern. There was a black couch in the middle of the room and a bed in the far corner. It had black bedding.

There was a dining table to my left. I walked over to it and rampaged inside to see what was there. My happy bubble burst when I realized all it had were board games. As I was sticking my hand inside, I saw blood on my arm.

Kai had touched me with blood and it left a sour taste in my mouth just by looking at it. I looked around for a door to the bathroom. Luckily there was one or rather two. I opened the first one and entered the bathroom. After washing my hands aggressively I came out.

That was after I had made sure my skin was clean of any blood. I was an easily triggered person. I disliked gory details and the sight of blood. I eyed the other door. Finally, I gave in to my curiosity and tried to open it. I was shocked to see that it was locked.

I sighed and walked towards the box on the dining table. The room was clean like it had been cleaned recently. I found it hard to believe that Kai only used that room for emergencies.

Or maybe my mind needed a conspiracy theory to get my mind racing.

I removed all the board games from the boxes, hoping to find some big secret hidden at the bottom. When I didn't, I started looking for anything to tell me something.

There was nothing under the bed or in the bathroom. I even moved the couch and I still found nothing suspicious. The floors were marble so there was no chance that there was a loose floorboard and things hidden beneath it.

I looked for writings on the table, under the table, and on the chairs. I was getting frustrated. There must have been a reason there was a small room behind Kai's wall. He had to be hiding something inside there.

I needed him to have hidden something. Boredom was going to kill me. That was one of the times I wished that I carried Alexander's diary everywhere.

I sighed and gave up. I removed a chessboard from the box and placed it on the ground. After arranging all the characters on the board, I started to play against myself. It was intriguing at first because I had never done that but it soon got monotonous.

I yawned as I continued playing. For some reason, I couldn't get myself to stop playing. I eyed the bed but I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep. I kept remembering what was happening above me.

I whispered a prayer to God to save all the people out there. I didn't want people to die. Even though there was proof of the supernatural, I still believed in God. My sister thought it was stupid because of all we had been through.

She always asked where God was as we suffered. She had been a Christian too until life showed its ugly side. She started praying less and less and then not at all. Life had a way to dim one's faith.

I knew better than to question God's intentions. To be honest, I also hadn't prayed since I was kidnapped. No matter how much you tried not to let life affect you, it eventually did.

My sister. The thought of her made me want to cry. I missed her a lot. I had not seen her in ages and it was most likely driving her crazy. Even though we didn't have the best relationship, we still loved and checked up on each other.

She was probably going crazy wondering where I was. She had probably cursed me out saying that I being insensitive and selfish for not telling her where I was. She had a bad habit of assuming the absolute worst of people.

I wiped the stray tear that had escaped my eye. I threw the chess board across the room and groaned. I was angry because of everything. I needed to do something or my thoughts would kill me.

I started singing and dancing around the room. The song in my mind was Loyalty by Kendrick Lamar and Rihanna. I hummed Kendrick's part because I wasn't much of a rapper. However, I considered myself a decent singer.

I tried breakdancing but I knew that I probably looked like a chicken moving its wings but there was nobody watching so I continued. I found the song reminded me of the outside world and it was somewhat pleasant.

I missed my headphones and my Spotify playlist. Weren't vampires supposed to adjust to the world so they could blend in with humans? These vampires were doing a bad job at blending in as there was no technology in the house.

I closed my eyes and pictured the music video of that song as I swayed my hips. For the first time in a while, there was a smile on my face. Maybe I should have been doing that from the start.

If I pictured the life I had left behind, maybe I would be more motivated to escape. After a few minutes of picturing the songs I loved most and dancing to them, I was bored again. I had even tried imagining I was hearing the songs in the background but it didn't work.

I climbed up the stairs and tried to listen for any noise but again, I heard nothing. My hand hovered on the lock as I considered opening the door and going out there.

I retracted my hand quickly. I wasn't ready to become that main character who made the stupid decision and jumped headfirst into danger. I climbed back down quickly, not trusting my judgment.

I eyed the locked door with fascination. I mean what was behind the door was none of my business but Kai didn't say not to touch it. I needed something to do and if I could return it to its normal state he wouldn't notice.

Right?