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       “You can’t give me what I’m looking to get. Only your father can do that. I appreciate the offer though,” I explain, releasing her. Then, I pick up my glass and go refill it. I grab some pain medicine and toss it on the bed in front of her with a bottle of water. She just looks at it like I had tossed a grenade at her.  “It’s for your head, Beauty.”
       “My name is Sage,” she sneers, then walks back towards the bed. I move in front of the door, on alert for anything. She reaches and grabs the bottle of pills, pours some into her hand, and drops the bottle back on the bed. Then she walks to the dresser and grabs my bottle of whiskey. 
       “You sure you can handle that?” I ask her with a smirk. She glances over at me with her lips pursed before she twists the top off the whiskey, tosses the medicine in her mouth, and takes one big gulp. She does her best to hide the face she makes as she swallows it down, and I can’t help but laugh my ass off at her when she has to cover her mouth because she is coughing so hard.  “Didn’t think so, Beauty . You are to prim and proper for a real drink.”
       “Quit calling me that. You’ve already freaking kidnapped me, all you’re doing is adding to your creeper status. And I am not prim and fucking proper. It burns,” she tries to explain to me while letting out a few more coughs.
       “Whatever you say,” I reply and walk back over to my very uncomfortable chair. I just get really into what is happening on the TV again when I hear the princess huffing and puffing. I look over to find her pulling the covers back on the bed with her sock on her hand as a glove. “What the fuck are you doing?”
       I guess I scare her because she jumps before she turns to me. “You don’t know what kind of things are on these beds. With a hotel like this it could have lice or even bed bugs.”
       I look back at the TV and call her a fucking princess under my breath.
       “What did you just say?” s he asks.
       “Nothing, I was talking to myself,” I say.
       I pick the remote up and start switching through the channels and shake my head at her. Out of the corner of my eye I see her going back to pulling the covers off the bed. When she lets out a shriek, I slam the remote on the table and storm over to her. I pull the covers from her and toss them to the foot of the bed.
       “I would tell you to wash your hands, but I could care less if you catch something,” she says with her nose all scrunched up. “Why are you holding me here anyways? Is it so I can’t bring the cops back to your place?”
       I throw my hands out to my sides and turn from side to side. “What? Is this not suitable enough for you? Please, forgive me,” I lean forward and grab the sheet and hold it up, “my satin sheets are being washed by my maid.” Dropping the sheet I point to the TV. “My flat screen is out of date by a decade or so but still works so I don’t see any sense in buying a new one. I can assure you though, I did not skimp on the toilet paper. It’s both soft and durable.”
       With each thing that I point out to her, my anger gets worse. My voice fills with hate and rage. But when I see her backed in the corner frightened, of me, I spin away from her. I don’t want her to see me like this, at the absolute worst I have ever been in my life. This isn’t her fault. She is simply caught in the middle of all this.
       I walk over to the edge of the window and barely pull open the curtain enough to see outside. Not a soul in site and the street is dead, which is understandable being as we are in my hometown of Ellabell. The population is so low here that most tourist driving through, heading to Savannah, think it’s a ghost town. What few people are in Ellabell are like family to me.
       I am brought from my thoughts by a shaky voice. “You live here?” Sage asks.
       I glance over my shoulder at her still cowering in the corner