Chapter 3 The madman who ran me over

I felt a little headache. I opened my eyes and saw that I was lying on a huge, comfortable sofa, covered by a thick, warm blanket. A fireplace with flames of fire consumed the wood voraciously, leaving the place pleasant and cozy. I lifted my head and looked around, seeing no one. The place was very large. The room was beautiful and well decorated and the glass windows took up all the space on the dark hardwood walls. I tried to get up and realized I was only in my panties and bra. I got scared and my heart raced.

What was happening? I saw my clothes hanging by the fire and tried to calm down. If someone had kidnapped me I wouldn't be careful to dry my clothes. I didn't see my backpack anywhere. I had dry clothes in there. Soon I saw a man coming towards me. My heart raced instantly, seeming to want to jump out of my chest. Who was that stranger? He smiled, showing his white teeth and perfectly lined up in his well-shaped mouth and harmonious with his face. He was tall, and he had straight brown hair that was disheveled. The beard was unshaven, but it still made him extremely sensual. He was handsome. I stared into the beautiful pair of brown eyes, confused. He asked me:

- Are you okay?

- Who are you?

He sat in the armchair, next to me, in front of the fireplace. He took a sip of the dark drink he carried in his glass, calmly. He wore dark jeans and a white shirt, rolled up to the elbows, with several buttons undone, showing his bare chest.

- I asked who are you? I repeated in case he hadn't heard me, pretending I hadn't been completely ignored.

- And I asked if you're okay.

- What happened?

- You don't remember what happened? Are you going to tell me that you lose your memory?

- You... Were you in the car by chance? Is it the madman who ran me over?

I lifted the covers and looked at my body. It didn't have any scratches. I noticed him looking at me amusedly and I quickly pulled the blanket up, covering myself in embarrassment.

- I'm not the madman who ran you over... In fact, you're the madwoman who crossed in front of my car. Was he trying to kill himself?

- Of course not... I was trying to find a signal on my cell phone.

- In the middle of the street? During a torrential rain? Your cell phone no longer works.

- Did you try to use it by chance? Where are my things? And... My clothes.

He pointed to the hanging clothes.

- Where's my backpack? I have dry clothes in there.

He got up and left, then came back with the backpack, handing it to me.

- Can you tell me what happened, please? – I asked a little more kindly, after all, he wasn't wrong at all. I'd been a careless idiot to stop in the middle of the street, even though I almost never drove by.

- I almost ran her over. Luckily I managed to stop in time. But you ended up passing out. And I brought you to my house.

- Why... Didn't you take me to a hospital?

- Because I didn't hit you. As you can see, you don't have any scratches. Where would I take her? I don't know where you live... And I couldn't leave you out in the middle of the road in all that rain. In fact, the rain continues.

I looked out the window and didn't see the rain, but I heard the sound of it falling. I got up and used the blanket to cover myself.

- Is there a place where I can change?

- Up the stairs, first door on the right.

I took the backpack and went upstairs. I stepped on the blanket and fell down a flight of stairs, being watched mockingly by him. I entered the room with a huge, well-made double bed and a large closet. The floor was wooden, just like the walls. I opened my backpack and put on dry jeans and a looser white T-shirt. I also changed my underwear. At that time I was mad at myself for not wearing anything sexier or sexier. When I took my clothes off he saw a wide and comfortable cotton panties and a bra of the same color. Before I had listened to Martina's advice: "live life, you're going to get run over". She just didn't think I could be run over by the most handsome man in Noriah. Damn it, I'd almost been run over... It could have been serious. And I was at a stranger's house. I should be scared and not worry about what he saw when he took my clothes off. I was not like that.

I went downstairs, barefoot, taking with me my backpack clutched to my chest.

- Could you take me away? - I asked.

- No way. - he said. – The road is bad, the rain is heavy and there is no lighting on this damn road.

- Could I borrow your phone?

- No signal.

- What the hell are we in? I asked.

- At home.

I sighed and sat on the couch.

- What time is it?

He looked at his wristwatch and said:

- 9 hours.

- I... I have people who must be worried about me. - I said, with a little fear.

- I bet so, that's why they left you on that deserted road in the rain overnight.

I looked at him confused. Did he think no one cared about me? I thought of my parents in Noriah North, chasing the inheritance from the unknown uncle who had made us rich. Martina must be enjoying life as she always said: having sex like there's no tomorrow. Michelle had probably already drunk as much as she could, and before long she would be in her room with one of her friends. Penelope didn't even know if she would actually wait for me at her house, because she made it clear that she didn't believe I would. Even my ride didn't believe I could show up. So no one really knew where I was... And they didn't care much about it.

- Well, the choice to go down that road was mine... But I wasn't trying to kill myself, believe me. I was going to a friend's house.

- Then maybe she'll look for you... She'll miss you. But unfortunately we have nothing to do.

- No... She won't miss me. She never believed I would actually get there. - I confessed laughing sadly at my situation.

With so many people knowing where I was, incredibly no one would miss me. My sisters thought I would be at Penelope's house. This one, in turn, would think that I was in my house and that I had given up going.

- And your family? - he asked.

- Each one doing something different right now the... And you can bet that everything is much more important than me. – I said ironically and not even understanding why I was talking to that stranger.

He laughed and continued:

- Boyfriend, husband? He will miss you.

I shook my head:

- I think it's exactly because no one misses me that I don't have a boyfriend.

"The world doesn't want you..." he joked. – I know how it is. A typical teenage revolt.

I took it seriously. Did he really know what it was? Do not. Surely that man had any woman he wanted at his feet. And... I wasn't a teenager.

- Who are you? I asked.

- A stranger... And starting.

- Like this?

- I'm leaving Noriah... And I hope I never come back.

- Wow, what is this hatred of the kingdom?

- It's not from the kingdom... It's from the people who are part of it. And I don't mean the queen, believe me.

I laughed:

- I understand...

- So you confessed to me that no one is looking for you? Can I do what I want with you and no one will miss you?

- No... I didn't say that... In case you can do whatever you want with me. I explained worriedly.

- I'm just kidding.

- I know. I said, not quite sure what I was saying.

My eyes met his again. My heart raced. What power did that stranger have over me and my body? I never felt that before. Fear mixed with desire. I shivered at the sight of his steady gaze on me.

- Is this beautiful and perfect house yours and are you going to leave it? I tried talking about something else to ease the tension.

- Yea.

- Where exactly are we? I asked.

- Zone B.

I got up confused:

- Zone B? How did I get here? Now I'm worried. You brought me too far.

- Calm girl. Everything is fine. Tomorrow will be Sunday... The day will dawn without rain and I'll leave you right where I found you.

- In the middle of the street? I asked sarcastically.

- If you want, yes.

I sat down again.

- Are you hungry? - he asked.

- Yes... - I confessed.

- Will you accompany me to the kitchen? He offered me his hand.

I accepted, taking his hand and heading into the large, custom-designed kitchen. We stopped near the table and he looked at me, not letting go of his hand. I felt his warm skin against mine and my body shivered involuntarily. For the first time in my life, I felt an intense desire take over me, wanting to touch that man and explore every part of his body. I thought of him touching me and blushing. Our eyes met again and he asked, still holding my hand:

- Would it be too indiscreet to ask your age?

- I... I'm 18. - I lied.

Why did I lie? I was not sure. I guess I didn't want him to think he was with a 17-year-old girl. I knew he was older and somehow I didn't want it to look like we had a big age difference.

- Is that you? I asked.

- I have... More... A little more. – he just said, mysteriously.