Chapter Fifteen

We got to his apartment, and it was the most beautiful place I had ever seen in my life.
I was short of description. A little apartment, the living room was very little, but excessively and tastefully furnished.
The floor was wooden, and looked extremely expensive.
The furniture was made up of a high quality, that blended with the curtain, and table mat. It was lit with tiny bulbs that eluded yellow and blue light. It had a heavy smell, and a sweet fragrance of rose. I was impressed.
"You like what you see?" Keddy giggled when he noticed that my mouth had been open in shock, and admiration.
"Such a beautiful place you have here, Keddy."
"Well thank you. It was furnished by my gangster friends, not me. I'm just a broke boy, I can't afford any of these. The only way to make a decent income in this city is by being a mafia gangster. That by the way, Camilla… Come on, let me show you to my bedroom." He led the way, and I followed him calmly, admiring the hallway and the designs on it.
"Everywhere is so…"
"Expensive?" I nodded.
"Expensive, cozy, comfortable. Way more than a hotel." It was better than I imagined. Didn't he say he didn't have money? How was his bedroom furnished so exuberantly?
"I knew you'd love it here." We were standing in front of the door that led to his bedroom, he twisted the handle, and opened the door. It creaked open.
"Voila…"
He stared at me, to observe my countenance. "Uhhm." I gazed back at him.
"Well?"
"It's nice." I said grinning from ear to ear.
"Yh it is." He led the way and I followed him in. The room was organized well and with expensive furniture.
"You are not allowed to leave this room, until I'm back. All my friends are meant to believe that you are enslaved. A typical example of what your father and his gang men were planning to do with you. I swear by my late parent's grave,I will take care of you. I won't lay a finger on you, I won't have any affairs with you." I nodded.
He left the room, and banged it behind him. What now?
In three days of being an adult, I had been abducted twice, and learned mind blowing facts about my father.
A hatred I couldn't control was springing up inside of me for the male gender. I just couldn't help it, I was beginning to feel bitter towards every male that had ever crossed my path. Suddenly I wanted to behead them all, or amputate their genitals if I were permitted to. And I didn't feel any different about Keddy.
In the past, my father had Instructed me that he didn't want me to date. He told me a lot of creepy things boys would do to me if I disobeyed him and dated. They would use me and dump me, they would cheat on me with my best friend, they would break up with me on my birthday, they would get drunk and kill me in a motor accident.
When I got worried about my love life, he told me not to worry that when I was grown up I'd understand.
A lot of people at my highschool found it alarming that I never for once attended the school dance with anyone, nor did I have a date to prom. I turned down everyone who dared to ask, including my then crush.
I was mocked for being daddy's girl at high school. If only they knew what the relationship between daddy and his girl really was. I sighed.
If I had a gun, I'd shoot every male and shoot myself. If I ever do this, I will die a happy woman.
I looked around his room, I was looking for a gun. I didn't know what I would do with it if I found it, but I was desperately looking for a gun. Under the spring bed with a soft mattress and white bedspread, on the table at the far end, inside his cupboard, I checked his wardrobe. His bathroom too. His room was as clean as a female's, with everything in place. It smelt of expensive perfume and air freshener, which was a lot better than what my father's room smelt of.
I was looking through his drawer when he came in unannounced. I recoiled in fear, wondering what the deadly creature was going to do to me. "I came to give you one very important instruction, Camilla. Don't you ever go into any of my friends' bedrooms." He paused, and stared at me. His eyes asked the question, my mind read it from his. He was wondering what I was doing going through his drawer.
"I'm helping you to arrange it." I said after the uncomfortable silence lingered.
"It's not disarranged, Camilla. What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry Keddy." I moved back to his mattress and sat on a corner on it.
"It's okay, Cammie. I don't have a problem with you going through my stuff anyway." He paddled to his bed, and sat next to me on the mattress. "Oh, and Camilla. I think we should sign a contract for marriage."