27- Dear Diary, Today I…

Isabella

One Week Later…

Dear Diary,

Today I…. Huh, to be honest, I never had to do this. Never had I needed a diary before, especially not while growing up, but Angela (The head housekeeper) said it would be good to write down all my feelings and keep track of what was going on with me. But I’ve been delaying the process and looking back, it was kinda stupid to do so.

Although, it’s not like things have gotten better these days. As they literally have me chained to a bed. Shocker. Especially after finding out the first night.

With events of the maze long gone, I eventually found out that I had passed out. Leaving me asleep for 2 whole days. Only for me to wake up in the same bedroom as I did previously before. Being told that this room was now “mine”.

The first time I woke up, I was very tired and felt like I was runned over repeatedly by a bus. Thankfully, there were pain pills and water next to the bed. Grateful that it was because my throat was parched. Unfortunately, there was no note.

When my brain eventually cleared, I instantly broke down into tears, remembering Caleb and Angel. Mourning for the loss of my friends I knew they didn’t deserve it. With time to process everything I’m actually grateful. Knowing they're at peace fills me with ease. For deep down they’ll always be with me.

After that, I spent quite a bit of time just laying on the bed. Unable to move. My tears long since gone until finally the urge to use the the bathroom kicked in. Knowing it was across the room I attempted to move only to feel my foot yanked. Turning my focus to the item at hand, I then realized my ankle was cuffed. A chain connecting to a metal hook in the floorboard. Grumbling, I moved to inspect the chain only to see it required 2 forms of identification. A key and a code.

Annoyed, I start to become frustrated, remembering why I had to move. The urge to pee setting in. Not to mention taking care of my own personal hygiene. My hair all twisted and matted while my breath smelled of ass. Plus, I just wanted out of this stupid fucking night wear they kept putting in. For fuck sake. It barely covered my ass.

Yelling for help I try to get someone’s attention, the urge to pee hitting hard only to remember that the room was sound proof. Duh! Thankfully, I also knew the room had a secret panel as I moved to open it. Just barely reaching it. My fingers pressing the housekeeper button. Assuming I would get another message like last time, does a voice appear over the intercom startling me.

“Can I help you?” asks a voice.

“Yes, please” I start. The need to pee overpowering my need to feel nervous. “I really need to pee. Could someone please come and help me?”

Pausing in silence, I begin to feel deflated only for somone to answer me back. “Someone will be right there” before the call ended.

A couple seconds later, an older woman enters. Appearing to be mid-50’s, short, maybe 5’4 - 5’5 max. She was of average build and her brown hair had streaks of gray all while pulled neatly into a bun behind her head. Her face littered with freckles and the biggest smile ever. The woman reminded me of Mrs. Cuthbert from Anne of Green Gables. She wore a white blouse and long black skirt, an apron tied neatly around her waist as she entered a set of keys resting on her hip. Along with her came two armed guards both of whom move to stand by the door.

Introducing herself to me, I learned her name was Angela. She was the head housekeeper before chasing the guards back outside. Telling them it was inappropriate for them to watch a lady like that. When they tried to protest, saying it was direct orders from the Boss she frowned.

“If you wanna eat next week you better listen. Otherwise I’ll take my broom to you and teach you a lesson in manners! Now shoo!” seeing their faces pale was priceless. Two huge men who could probably crush our bodies with theirs completely scared of this one woman.

Stiffling my laughter, she became my new favorite person. Admiring her brawns, I tell her how my friends would have loved to have met her which prompted a whole new wave of tears. Looking too me sadly she moves to give me a motherly hug. Gesturing for me to sit, she moves to unlock my cuff. The sound of a click signaling once the code and key had been entered.

Once off, does she gently shoo me towards the bathroom, explaining that she would have food delivered up to me when I was done. Smiling, I practically run for the bathroom.

Entering the bathroom, I use that time to pee before moving to take a nice hot shower. Never have I seen so much steam in my life. It was like a sauna. Stepping from the shower I move to spot a warm fluffy towel waiting along with some clothes. Thankfully it was all light weight as I moved to put on a light blue shirt, black leggings and some warm cozy socks. Accompanying the garments were black satin panties instead of rough itchy thongs like before. I mean I was all for a good thong just not all the time.

After dressing, do I move to exit the bathroom. Angela sitting patiently at the sofa, her phone in hand as she texts whoever. A book now laying on the coffee table. Along with a tray of food sitting next to the bed. A large bowl of chicken noodle soup and a sandwich filled with lots of different meats. Cheese, tomato and lettuce all sat on a toasted pretzel roll. My mouth watering from the site.

Walking back over to me, Angela hands me the book. It was black. Soft leather with nothing on the cover to signal what it was. Explaing to me that it was a diary. Before explaining to me that I should write down everything that goes on with me so I don't have to bottle up my feelings.

After 5 long days, I’ve not seen any of the guys. Angela coming to visit me as she brings me my meals. During which she stays to chat while I eat. As we talk, she moves to let me know that the guys had left for a business trip and sadly needed to keep the chain on. Only to be removed if I needed to use the bathroom. Then once she leaves, do the guards come back only to make sure that the chain is locked and secured.

As the week draws on, I find myself bonding with Angela. As for Lily, she was assigned to a different part of the house. Hearing that I my heart breaks as I move to ask Angela if she could give her my sincere apology. After all, I had no right to do that and it was wrong of me to do so. My father would have been so displeased if he had learned what I did.

So Dear Diary, these last 5 days have been boring as hell. For all I do is sleep, eat, and watch tv. I know, easy peasy, lemon squeezy but for me it's not. Angela has even been so kind as to bring me books to read which happen to be sitting right next my bed. Thankfully though, I haven’t seen any of the guys for which I’m glad as it’s given me time to think.

Escaping will be almost impossible for me to do again. That I know. But if they think killing my friends was going to stop me, they can think again. I have other ways to piss people off all while having fun in the process.

Thinking of my next course of action, I know this one will definitely get me punished, maybe even a lot. But do I care? No.