Chapter Eighteen

- Who were you

before they tore you Apart?

That question I kept asking myself. Trying so hard to answer it. Who was I before all of this? I can not remember. I thought I might die I planned on giving up but then I stumbled upon someone that started a fire within my heart and it refuses to die. James.

When we arrived at the room where Cara was kept my heart began hammering, afraid of what I might find. James slowly begins opening the door. My face is immediately met by Cara laying silently in bed with a smile dancing on her lips. The tears start flowing from my cheeks as I watch her. If only she could have been spared a better life.

"Leave the past where it belongs." James said, confusing me a little. I did not know or have a single clue to what he meant by that. Was I perhaps comparing the past to our present or future.

The agowilt feeling inside of me not wanting to wake Cara up or try to wake her up is eating my insides. Maybe that's just me being hungry. "Cara" I whispered as I lay my hand on her hair, smoothening it out. "Cara it's me Alexis. I need you to wake up." I said but nothing happened. She did not jump up in excitement and hug all the oxygen from my lungs. She did not scream my name and act like a four year old on a sugar high. Why didn't she wake up?

"Keep talking Alexis, she can still hear you. The doctor says she'll be fine." James says as he places his right hand on my shoulder before giving it a tight squeeze. "This all my fault James. If I-" "Don't say it Alexis" James stares at me with a deadly glare as if wanting to suck the life out of me when there's not much life inside of me to give.

Flashback

I ran, ran like the wind without looking to the back. Apparently not fast enough. "Where do you think you going." Fabrizio screams. Fabrizio is a guy that always seems to be arguing with James everytime I see them and once I get near them they always whispers their arguments. "You got promoted to be the waiter in the boss's mansion." he says in a nonchalant tone while dragging me along with him by the wrist.

When we got back inside the warehouse every woman inside was giving me the death glares. If only looks could kill. They covered my eyes with a band before taking me to the almightiness called my boss.

Skin. So much skin on display.

I tried to calm myself but my eyes stayed glued to the display before me. Every guy in this room had masks on. It seems like the only damn thing they want to cover up is their faces from our view that is. I walk around giving myself a little tour almost too eager to see what was in the other rooms. More skin of course there was freaking more skin live on display for every damn person to see. Don't they feel ashamed of themselves? Probably not. It's my place to judge them either since being promoted would be something that might keep me alive and I wouldnt want to ruin this promotion now would I.

Before I could even comprehend to what is going on right now I noticed a mask laying on a table close by so I immediately take it to cover my face. Maybe these men would leave me alone if they think I'm one of them.

"Woah since when did this world allow dominant women to interact with us." A random guy in a black suit from the other end of the front door says as he looks at me from head down to toes and back up. "Damn she's hot" another guy comes along standing next to the other guy. They both kept staring at me so I thought hey why not go up to them and mingle. "Well hello boys. Like what you see?" I asked, turning around to give them a view from my back. "Cat got your tongue?" I questioned when they need not reply but stood there looking at me not knowing what to do. I would have loved to see their priceless faces underneath that mask.

When did I get so fiery?

Must be the mask giving me a confidence booster.

I feel so hot right now I could do anything

"You seem like a woman who knows what they're doing" The redheaded guy says as he takes me by the hand, lifting his mask up to kiss the back of my hand. "Well of course I know what I'm doing." I replied giggling a little.

Okay Alex slow down.

It seems like I'm enjoying this little game.

"Lets head to the dinning room ey." The blond guy suggested while giving the redheaded a little tug on the shoulder. I don't know where this is leading to and how it will end but what I know is that I can't back out now because it might make things suspicious.