Chapter Seventeen

When night came, I lay on Keddy's bed trying not to fall asleep. I was waiting for him to come in and maybe give me a sleeping bag to lay on. My eyes were heavy, I was yet to shower, I was still dressed in my jeans and polo shirt, I was wearing out.
8:30pm,
He wasn't home yet. I could hear loud music coming from the living room, I supposed it was his friends. Eventually, I got tired of waiting, and let myself drift into sleep. I slept like a baby, the jeans was uncomfortable, hunger bit my stomach but I barely stirred until it was morning.
The creaking of the door woke me up, Keddy appeared in front of me in his pajamas, his hair looking unkempt.
"Camilla!" He let out in shock.
"What?" I wasn't ready for another day that was going to unfold with lots of drama. I wanted this day to be quiet, to be normal, to be peaceful. No need to run, no need to panic, no need to freak out. Just a pretty and skinny eighteen years old, having a normal day in her already abnormal life.
"You slept with your jeans on?" He slapped his face when he said that, and closed the door behind him.
"I have no other clothing, what was I supposed to do?"
"Wear mine, silly. There's my wardrobe." He pointed to it, and paddled to the adjourning door. "I'm off to shower, I'll get dressed and leave for work. Feel free to do anything you want, no one will be in the entire building, till it's six pm. My mates have an operation, and they are going to party after it is successful.
"Didn't they party yesterday?"
"Actually, Cammie… They party every day." He took a hoodie out from the wardrobe, and tossed it on the bed. "You just have to get used to that."
"Did you sleep in this house last night?" I didn't want to ask, but curiosity got the better part of me.
"I did, I stayed in the guest room. Of course they asked creepy questions. They wanted to know why I wasn't with my enslaved wife, and a lot stupid questions."
I wasn't interested in their reactions nor their questions, "will you sleep there every night?"
"If it makes you comfortable, then yes!" I rolled my eyes. Here we go again, another petty individual trying to make me feel like he loved me, trying to make me feel special, trying to prove to me that I mattered. I sighed. It was only a matter of time before I found out what his true intentions were.
"Okay, Thank you!" I said after he shut the door that led to the bathroom. "That means a lot to me."
I could hear him flush the toilet, I could hear the tub running, I could hear the shower running, I could hear him singing merrily.
He got dressed in the bathroom too, his hair combed, his sneakers on, his wristwatch in place,his perfume oozing
He stepped out of the bathroom.
"Where do you work?" If he had a decent job, it must be something prestigious.
"None of your business, miss Camilla. Now, listen! You can touch everything in this room, but don't you ever open this drawer." He pointed to a little crack on the wall that I hadn't noticed all along. "That's a drawer. Don't touch it, don't open it, don't have anything to do with it. My mates aren't home, and there are no cameras around, so feel free to explore the building in my absence. You can put on my clothes, and try out my shoes, but don't you ever, Camilla touch that drawer." He reached out to his wardrobe, took his sunglasses, and put it over his eyes. "I'll get you some new clothes on my way home. One last thing, remember that you are not allowed to go to any of their bedrooms. Goodbye!" The door shut behind him, and I turned to face the drawer that was covered with white paint just like the rest of his bedroom. "I wonder what's in there."