"Now that it's been two days since you woke up, you can leave today." The nurse who stood in front of my bed told me, "You can take off your bandages after a week. The doctor said your recovery rate is marvelous so you'll be fine in no time."

"Okay."

"Well then I'll take my leave." She said and walked towards the door.

"I do believe that there was no restriction regarding visitors?" I asked and she paused.

"Besides the reporters, people related to you could visit any time." She answered immediately.

"And the employee who was at the scene didn't come?"

"The girl? She came on the first day when you were unconscious but didn't come again."

"I see."

She left after giving me the answer. But of course, that was not the answer I was looking for. Why wouldn't she come back again? I took off her choker. I took it off because I felt guilty, she couldn't escape out because of the collar but now that it was finally off I was getting anxious.

She wouldn't run away now, would she? Not after all that.

****

I went back to the house and looked around, the first floor, the kitchen, the lounge, the second floor, her room, Summer's art room, my own and bathrooms but she wasn't there.

Is she out roaming around the hotel again?

I went and sat down in the lounge, I was off work for two more days. I don't see why I had to be but the doctor said otherwise. I was in perfect health and can handle the world load but maybe I too just wanted an excuse to relax.

I waited on the couch, it was noon. I waited and waited till evening drew. In the silence of the place, I decided to wait some more, without anything to do I kept glancing at the main door till midnight.

Where is she?

****

"Sir is this the girl you asked for?" The security guard asked as he showed me footage of Rosalie leaving the hotel.

I nodded. And although the guard was curious, he didn't dare ask me anything else.

"Send me the footage for the rest of the day." He nodded and began working on it.

"She left just a few hours before you came back." He said and handed me a USB.

I sat in my office and stared at the footage on my laptop. I saw her leave, casually walk out of the hotel. I watched the footage till the end but she didn't come back.

I closed the laptop and sighed.

Then in a fit of anger, I picked it up and threw it on the glass wall. It cracked. Bad.

I took a deep breath full of anger.

I should never have opened her collar!

She fucking left.

I could hear the sound of my teeth gritting against each other.

***

"Hey~ Looks who's here~" Nathan whistled as he stood on the edge of the boxing ring. The place was barely illuminated. "I thought you were gonna die Lexy." He pointed at his own head indicating the injury I had on mine while he his body relaxed on the boundary ropes.

"Shut it."

He smirked, "Your gear is where it always is." He walked to the center of the ring, "After all you always come back here."

I took off my shirt even though I was wearing a sports shirt and sweats. I preferred for it not to get all sweaty.

Nathan whistled again, "So sad I'm straight."

"And so sad you can't keep your trap shut."

"Boy you're furious." He snickered and took out the boxing bandages, throwing them towards me. "Did your girl run away?" I glared at him and he stepped back, " Bullseye." He smiled, "Your sand bag is ready. The ring is all yours."

He then hopped out of the ring and made sure I didn't see his face till I was done.

***

As I sat in the corner of the ring, covered with sweat, Nathan walked out of the shadows.

"Boy, you must be infuriated." He shook his head, "I need to get a new sandbag now. You destroyed this one." His eyes lingered on the torn bag that hung in the middle of the ring with sand slowly seeping out of the ripped edge, "Well maybe it was old anyway." Then he looked at me. "Do you want me to find her?"

I took the water bottle that was placed beside me and sipped from it, "There's no need." I stood up and began to take off the bandages from my hands, "I already know where she is."