When I went back to my room, my blanket was still on the floor; pillows were all over my bed. The sun poured through my window Making the white chamber less depressing. The clock says it’s 9:50; I spent almost three hours in the bathroom because I was pissed.

Ashley didn’t check on me, maybe because she thought I was still asleep; I changed into a pair of black sweatpants and a t-shirt in the same color, then I headed out of the bedroom, slowly tiptoeing to the dining room. Silence. Except for the sound of birds tweeting. I know John will be mad at me for this, but I will do it anyway. Where is Elliot’s room? And most importantly, where is the kitchen? I have never been to the other side of the mansion. I kept walking and walking until I heard the sound of someone cleaning the dishes. “so this is where the kitchen is.” I mumbled.

I’m faced with white colored french doors. The kitchen was the same size as my bedroom plus the bathroom. I watched as Ashley took a loaf of bread out of the oven. I moved my hand, slightly knocking on the panel. Ashley immediately turned her head as if she got jumpscare. No one comes here? Is this why she flinched? I don’t know much about Ashley; all I know is she’s the only maid here; She looks like she’s in her early twenties or late, and her blond hair is always in a high bun. She put the plate she was holding on the sink, then dried her hands with her apron. I was captivated by how beautiful the kitchen was, modern and massive; it was like something from a home magazine. The kitchen is an incredible room. It's massive and luxurious, with a whole array of appliances scattered around the room. The fridge is huge, with multiple doors and there's also a separate freezer. There's an entire wall dedicated to different pots and pans, as well as other pieces of cookware. There's also a pantry filled with ingredients for cooking, and the entire room is clean and sleek, with white walls and flooring. The kitchen is also filled with sunlight from the large windows that span the entire room. It's an incredible space, perfect for someone who loves to cook and entertain. Ashley opened the door.

“Good morning,” I said, awkwardly smiling. “What are you doing here?” Wow. I didn’t expect her to sound...Annoyed. “Um..” Maybe I should let go of my curiosity. “Sorry! I’ll leave if you want.” I noted, scratching the back of my neck. Her expression suddenly changed from irritated to sympathetic. “I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to sound harsh. Come in.” Her cheeks pinked. I got confused by her sudden change of words. “You still haven’t eaten breakfast yet; are you hungry?” “Er...Yes, I am.”

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I sat on one of the stools around the kitchen island. A mug of warm latte and two freshly baked croissants in front of me, ready to be eaten. Ashley was busying herself preparing lunch. “How long have you known Elliot?” I questioned. “I used to be the maid of Mr. Andrews’ mother before she-” she stopped herself. “It’s okay. I already know.” She put the knife down before looking at me. “Already know?” I leaned on the kitchen counter. “John told me about Elliot’s parents; can you tell me more about him?”

She hesitated for a moment, then sat down next to me. “He may look scary to you, but he is not like that. His parents’ death messed him up, and this “Job” he does. It’s too much.” I can tell by the look on her face that she cares about him. “I understand that this is new to you; you were in bad shape when he first got you here; that’s why he decided to let you stay here; for your safety.” I was stunned, so basically, everyone in this fucking chateau knew what happened; without telling me. “Are you serious? you knew?” I couldn’t hide the anger in my voice. Her face turned bright red; I could see the panic on her face. “I’m sorry! I didn’t know- I thought-” I sigh, running my fingers to my still-wet hair. “What happened that day? Please tell me; I’m tired of you guys keeping secrets from me.” “When Mr. Andrews brought you here, you were unconscious, almost lifeless. It was a miracle how your heart was still beating. Mr. Andrews called his personal doctor to check on your condition; he told us that drug screwed your body system, especially your brain, and there was no chance of getting your memories back-” “But I got them.” I interrupt. “I remember everything.” “Now? Wait. You remember?” “Yes, this morning. I had a nightmare that triggered my brain to get all my memories back...I think?” She still looks confused. I don’t blame her. “Wait-” lifting one finger. “so, you know who you are? Like. You remember everything?” “Yes,” I replied. Without saying anything, she embraced me. “Wow, I’m happy for you.” I hugged her back. “Yeah, me too...I guess.” I whispered. “What do you mean?” she questioned, parting her arms from me. I sighed again, holding my face in my hands. “The leader of those fuckers who kidnapped me is still alive and searching for me; he wants me dead. I can’t leave until we kill him.” What I said surprised her more. “Oh god.” I stood off the stool, taking the empty mug and plate to the sink. “Thank you for breakfast; I better go back to my room or the study room to kill some time until they come.” “Sure,” she said, showing me her bright smile that fits her green eyes. Before I opened the door, Ashley called. “You...You can come here if you want. If...You want to talk.” she sounds like those shy high school students; her voice is different from mine, hers is soft and feminine while mine is...direct, or that’s what I think. “Okay.”