Chapter 22: What does he want from me?

Hailey POV

Waking up, I have a throbbing headache, it feels as if my head is going to explode. Opening my eyes, I saw I was in a different room.

It was very masculine with the walls painted in an off-grey color, there was a bay window draped with grey-black curtains. To one side was a sofa chair in shades of grey and black. I was lying on a four-poster bed made with twisted iron. Light grey draping hanging from each side, a poster giving it a consoling feel, the sheet that covered me was also in the shade of grey and black with a soft feel. The whole room had a log cabin feel to it.

As if my brain then registered where I was, I jumped up, almost losing my balance. Again, looking around, I tried to find an escape route. Rushing to the window, I opened the curtains. “No.NO.NO”. I can see that the room was very high up, probably the fourth or higher floor, so jumping was not an option. There were three doors of which I knew one was the bedroom door but which one. I walked slowly to door