Ruler of the Home

Chapter 12: Mrs. Smith

Lindsay POV

I gently blink my eyes open but when the sun hits me I close them quickly, pull a blanket over my head and sink even deeper into the soft bed. My head nudges into the pillow and I slowly realize that I am not in my own bed. I throw the blanket off my body and see that I am naked. I notice that my ankles and wrists have minor bruises on them.

My mind went to Henry and what he did to me last night. I admit it did eventually feel good but right now laying in this dirty bed, completely naked with bruises I feel dirty, used and cheap.

I pull the blanket back up to my neck to cover my body and look around the room. I lay as quietly as I could, listening for anyone who might still be here. After a few moments, I hear nothing, no shower running, no tv on, no footsteps. Nothing.

I quietly sit up, while keeping the blanket pulled around my body. I look around to see that I am in a fancy hotel room, maybe even a suite. I turn to the nightstand to see the alarm clock reads 9:47. I take in the rest of the room. At the foot of the bed there wasn't a tv, like in most hotel rooms, instead there were french doors. They were left open, almost lazily, like someone forgot to close them. There was a single door to my right that was closed. Bathroom perhaps?

There was an oversized chair in the corner of the room. I recognized my dress from last night splayed over the armrest. I needed to get dressed and get the fuck out before Henry came back. If I never seen him again it would be too soon.