honey-bee-15

17 years later (present)…. A maid reaches over and pulls open the black satin curtains that cover the windows, letting light into the elegantly styled Victorian room. Walking over to the bed, she pulls open in the black lace curtains of the precious onyx four-poster bed and reached over to wake a small girl in a red lace nightgown, the young mistress of the household. The world is dark, strong-arms wrap around me pulling me closer to the strong voice that whispers my name. I am unable to see him as pulls me in close, slowly, he tilts my head to the side and whispers in my ear, "Find me. You must find me. I need you. We need you. Find