Aurora

Once I got off the phone with Kane, I knew that I had to get out of here. I tried to swing my legs off the bed but the man stopped me. "What are you doing? You can't get up." Looking in his eyes, I noticed the matched his chocolate complexion. Is everyone here African American? I sure hope so cause this shit is amazing. I shook the thought out of my head as I told myself that I had to get out of here.

"I need to get back to my siblings. I can't stay here." The man put my legs back on the bed and pulled the cover over me. I gave him the look that every black person gives a mother fucker that just did some weird shit. He gave it right back to me as he sat back down.

"You aren't allowed to leave. Boss has to give you permission." I rubbed my forehead as I started to feel a headache coming on. Laying my head back down, I practiced my breathing steps in order to calm my headache.

"I have to get back to my siblings. You don't understand." I could hear him take a deep breath.

"Teenagers are so fucking annoying." He said to himself as he got up and walked out of the room. Did this nigga just say that I'm annoying? Rolling my eyes, I couldn't let that get to me.

Ten minutes had passed and I grew bored by the minute. I thought he would've went to go get the "boss" or whoever but it seems like he didn't want to stay here babysitting me. I'm not going to sit around and keep waiting. I can't stay in here any longer. So I decided to get up, swinging my legs off the bed one by one.

I won't lie, my legs started shaking as I tried to stand on my own. Looking down, I noticed that I'm dressed in an hospital gown. I'm sure someone's changed my clothes. My body doesn't hurt as much and the blood seemed to be cleaned up as well. Taking a deep breath, I held on to the bed as I looked around for my clothes.

I noticed what seems like a shirt and pants in the corner on a table folded up. I looked at the door as I looked back at the table. I knew that I had to change out my clothes in order to get out of here so I did. Walking slowly towards the table, I took slow steps in order to regain balance. Once I made it to the table, I took a look in the mirror right above it.

I look hideous. My braids were no longer in the bun I put them in but some of them started to unravel. There's a bandage right above my right eyebrow. My lips are dry and it feels like I haven't put on Carmex in ages. I feel completely disgusting and I don't look much better. I licked my lips as I wiped the crust out of my eyes. Reaching behind my black slowly, I groaned as I unloosened the bow tie. I have one more to untie but it's all the way behind my neck.

Turning around and looking at the door, I waited a minute before continuing. I reached behind my neck as I carefully untied the tie.

"I thought you were told to be laying in bed." The same voice that rescued me said from behind me. Looking up in the mirror, I turned around as I held the gown closed. He had his hand in his pocket as he fixed his tie with the other. His eyes remained on me the entire time and I couldn't help but feel nervous. His hair was no longer in individual braids but was braided to the back.

"You don't know how to speak?" He spoke once again as he walked closer to me. My eyebrow went up as I licked my lips once again.

"I have to get back to my siblings. They need me." He rolled his eyes as he stopped right in front of me, forcing me to hold my head back as I looked up at him. He smelled of Giorgio Armani and it engulfed me like a trance. I blinked as I looked away for a split second before I felt his fingers under my chin, and pulled me back to looking at him.

I looked into his eyes as he looked into mine. His jaw structure stuck out like a sore thumb as tattoos could be seen on his neck, leading downward. He's dressed in one of the sharpest suits I've ever seen and there's not even one wrinkle. "How do you feel?" I was surprised he asked that but I kind of feel glad that he did.

"I feel ok. A little in pain but not as much." My legs started to get tired from standing up this whole time and I could feel like getting ready to give out.

"Can I... leave yet?" I had to ask. My siblings are my top priority and anything could be wrong with them.

"Not yet, the doctor has to come back in to check you. I sent a man in here to watch after you to make sure you didn't do anything. Why can't you just listen?" He took a deep breath as he walked away from me. His presence could feel the entire room and the power he radiated is something entirely powerful.

He took his hand out of his pocket and I noticed the bruises on his knuckles. It seems like it hurt and so I asked. "Is your hand ok?" He looked down at his hand for a moment before responding.

"Yeah but you need to get back in bed." He didn't leave no room for discussion as he stared at me. I could tell that I wouldn't be able to try to get him to let me out of here, so I did as he said. Slowly walking back to the bed, holding the gown closed.

"Can I at least know your name?" I swung my legs on the bed as he looked at the IV bag.

"Lorenzo."