Stolen

Chapter 7: The Voice

"Atticus, Aby." Mr. Hill said, making both the man and women standing behind Heath and I, look up.

"Yes, sir?" The man, or Atticus from what Mr. Hill had called him, speaking.

"Get these two into their rooms for the day, and then I want you and Aby in my office soon after. Okay?" He said looking at me and Heath, and I swallowed.

"Yes, Master." Atticus said bowing his head and Mr. Hill just turned around and made his way towards the mansion.

I looked over to see Atticus's shoulders drop down as he pinched the tip of his nose with his thumb and index figure. He mumbled a few things as the girl, who I believe was Aby, placed her hand on his shoulder, looking over at Heath and I who just stood, having no idea what to do.

"Let's get both of you inside." She said gesturing us towards the mansion, Atticus slowly following behind us, not saying a word.

As we got up the doors, I thought I was going to have to open the clean glass doors, but instead, someone opened them from inside, Atticus sliding past me before I could be the first to get inside. A boy who seemed to be about in his nine-teens, held the door open as we walked through, Atticus nodding at him before he told us to follow him up the endless stairs. That was when he finally decided to talk.

"Master is a good man, just listen, and follow the rules." He said stopping in front of a door and I watched as he messed with a key, pressing it into the key hole.

"This is going to be both of your bed rooms." Atticus nearly jumped when Heath busted out from his quiet stage.

"Our room?" He said looking back at Aby, then over to Atticus who looked at him as a small click of a lock took place and the door slightly opened.

"Yes, both of your bed rooms. There is two beds so don't flip out." He mumbled pushing the door open.

Atticus raised his arm out telling us to go in and I walked in, my eyes looking around the room. For being a servant to someone, this room looked like it belonged to someone else, two large beds across from each other. dressers standing be each other. That was when I remembered the hand cuffs were still on and I turned around to ask Atticus but when I turned around, the door had been shut and locked, leaving me just standing there, my mouth open like words would of came out.

"I can't believe I have to share a room with you." Heath growled, sitting down on the bed, pressing his face into the palms of his hands, curse words starting to come out.

I just sighed and sat down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling before my eyes slowly started to become heavy, and I drifted into a dreamless sleep, not bothering to pull the covers over me.

I awoke to someone poking me and I slowly sat up, rubbing my eyes and saw Aby standing by the side of the bed, smiling at me. It took me only that moment to notice that her hair was long and that she had bright blue eyes that most wound wonder if that was even her true eye color.

"It's time to get up." She said taking a step back and I slowly sat myself up, rubbing me eyes before I stopped and pulled my hands in front of me, no more hand cuffs. I looked at Aby and she smiled a little.

"He said I could take them off, as long as you both don't try anything." When she said both, I heard a moan and looked over to see Heath slapping at Atticus's hands, telling him to go away and Atticus looked at Aby with a large Help-me-now look. Aby just laughed before she went to the other side of Heath. I slowly sat up and I nearly died of laughter when Aby pulled back the covers, Atticus eyes going wide.

Heath had no pants on, his red boxers now seeable and I busted up laughing for the first time since being taken as Heath lunched up, pulling the covers over himself, his cheeks a rosy read as he looked at Aby. Atticus just chuckled and shock his head.

"Horrible woman." Heath said sounding like a little seven year old, glaring at both Aby and Atticus.

Aby just laughed at Heath as Atticus gave him a new pair of pants, Heath's face still a cherry red. Before they left, Atticus told us that we need to be down stairs in less than twenty minutes and both Heath and I wasted no time. Heath made me turn around so he could slip the new pants on, and soon, we were both walking down the hall, heading for what we hoped was the right way, which it was, luckily. I went down the stairs first, stepping onto the wood flooring. I saw Aby and she waved for me to come over and I did so, following her into the kitchen.

"Please tell me you can cook." She said pulling out a pot and setting it on the counter and I nodded my head, not noticing the man sitting in one the chairs, his face covered up by a newspaper. I watched as Aby stood on the tip of her toes, pulling out a cook book and setting it on the counter, slipping through it until she landed on a page. Starting to say the things needed out loud and I watched, taking note of where she was pulling everything out from.

That was when I had realized from behind me that there was shuffling like someone was moving but I ignored it until I swear I felt someone's hot breath on my neck. I didn't turn around but when Aby did, she dropped the box of eggs, her eyes going slightly wide and I didn't like the look on her face. That was when a soft, sweet voice spoke, their breath running around my neck making me squeeze my eyes shut at what the voice said.

"What do we have here?"