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So Lovely(PART2) by Candice

I turned to see a man wearing a black suit. "Your clothes were already sent to the 
laundry. They'll be back by tomorrow but for now you're going to have to bear with 
the clothes in your room." The man said. Where the fucking hell was I? I was 
speechless for a moment. As he was about to turn and walk away, I grabbed his 
arm. "What the fuck am I doing here? Who are you and what the hell did you do to 
me?" I was furious. "You passed out in a gasoline station last night and our boss 
was kind enough to take you here to his home. You may leave if you wish to but you 
have to give me your address so that I can tell the laundry service to deliver your 
clothes at your doorstep." He explained. He seemed like a robot, programmed 
perfectly to say all the things he said. I was taken aback. He made his way down the 
hallway and before I knew it, he was already out of sight.

I was getting creeped out by the house. It was big but it was quiet and empty. The 
music that was playing earlier mellowed down into silence. I made my way back to 
where I came from. I was assuming this was a bad dream. I decided to wash my face 
and put on the clothes that were placed neatly in the cabinet. "This man is filthy 
rich" I thought to myself as I fixed my hair into a messy bun. I lied down on the bed 
to think and recall everything that had happened the night before. "Hmmm.. where 
was I before I got trashed?" I asked myself. I was slowly able to catch up with the 
events and eventually I was already able to understand that I did pass out in a 
gasoline station. I stood up quickly and headed my way out into the hallway again. I 
wanted to talk to that man in the black suit. I wanted to say sorry and I wanted to 
ask how the hell I could get back to Tarzana, my home. I walked in a fast pace and 
tried to find my way but then I just had to admit that the house was too big and I 
was getting lost. "Fucking shit" I murmured in frustration. "I just want to go home!" I 
sat down on the floor and I cried. I hated these kinds of situations wherein I knew I 
was so helpless. I feared being helpless and at this point I was disappointed. I 
wanted to know where I was so badly. Suddenly, i heard footsteps approaching.

It was a man but he wasn't definitely the man who I was talking to earlier. I stood 
up and wiped my tears away."Excuse me but I just really want to know what this 
place is and can you please tell me how to get to Tarzana from here?" I asked with 
all kindness. He let out a smile. I didn't really recognize his face because of the 
shadows the sun casted upon the hallways. "Can you please talk to me?" I begged. I 
felt so irritated. "Follow me." He said. He walked back to where he came from. I 
followed him hesitantly. He was wearing a red polo and black pants. His hair was 
curly and it was tied into a ponytail. I was getting nervous by the minute but I knew 
that this man was my only hope to finding out.

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