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bed, with dark red bedding. There is a small couch
towards the corner and a TV with a small stack of DVD’s beside it. Several
paintings hang on the wall. I notice that one is Monet’s Water Lilies. It’s one
of my all-time favorite paintings. Even though it is an oil painting it’s the
entire reason I fell in love with landscaping photography. People tend to
forget the beauty that nature gives us every single day… It’s the first calming
thing I have seen since I entered this hell.
    Adam closes the door behind us. I
hear the beep and pop of the door locking and the electronic keypad securing. It’s
terrifying how that sound made me feel. I am trapped. It feels more real to
know there is no getting out that door.
    There are thick black iron bars on
the windows. There is no way to open the window. I lean over to look out,
hoping I will see another building that I perhaps missed the first time I
looked out the downstairs windows earlier.
    I am disappointed to notice that I
am facing the open field. No buildings. No roads. No other signs of life or
freedom.
    “The bathroom is through there.”
Adam grabs my attention, I look at him to see he is pointing to the white door
on the other side of the room. He motions for me to follow him. I do. The
bathroom is large as well. There is a spa style bath similar to the one that
Dean had at the club building. There are several different types of shampoo and
soaps lining the bathtub. The sink which is a beautiful expensive looking
marble, is loaded with makeup and lotions.
    “You must keep a lot of women
here.”  I say quietly
    “No, you are the first. I bought
all of this in I didn’t know what you would like. I wanted you to be as
comfortable as possible. The dresser is also filled with clothing, I might not
have picked the perfect size, but they should work.”
    I shake my head “why are you doing
all of this?” I can feel the tears welling in my eyes. “I just want to go
home.”
    He nods in understanding. “I know
you do Olivia, and you will when everything falls into place.”
    “What does that even mean? You mean
when Dean pays your father the money he thinks I cost him? Or when Dean gives
up one of his best employees? Dean isn’t going to do that. Which means I am
probably going to end up dead. I am never going to see my niece again. I will
never hug my mom again. I will never hold my baby.” I am sobbing at this point.
I can’t be strong. I can’t pretend my life isn’t over. I’m never going to get
the chance to be a mother. I am never going to watch my niece grow up to be the
beautiful woman I know she is destined to be. I am never going to fall in love
and be loved in returned.
    I don’t know which one of those
hurts the most. But combined, the weight of those realizations take my breath.
Suddenly I am gasping, I can’t get enough air. My heart feels like it is
racing, I am sweaty. I feel as if there are a million little pin pricks all over
my skin. I am shaking, spots are forming in the corner of my eyes. Suddenly my
knees give out. I am still gasping. I barely register the feel of Adam sitting
on the floor beside me, rubbing my back, telling me gently that everything is
going to be okay.
    I don’t know how much time passes.
I don’t know if I have fallen asleep, or if I have passed out but when I come
to, Adam is still sitting beside me. He’s texting on his phone and he doesn’t
look happy.
    When he notices me alert he doesn’t
smile. “You had a panic attack.” He states matter-of-factly. He’s annoyed with
me or maybe himself, it does not really matter.
    I have never had one before. I have
felt nervous, I have felt fear, but I think a combination of the last few days
has really just taken its toll on my body.
    “Sorry.” I mumble
    “You said something before you
started freaking out. You said you would never see your niece again, you said
you would never hug your mom and then you said you would never hold your baby.
But you didn’t say