2 Who: Tabitha and Evan Where: Evan's new home When: Week 1. Monday, mid-morning. Rating: TBD Status: In progress
Evan slept fourteen hours. When he finally woke, he sat there in a tangle of covers, rubbing his head and eyes, feeling bleary and hung over. For a moment he wasn't certain where he was and what had happened, but looking around, it came to him quickly enough.
He was a slave.
His fingers went to his throat to feel the collar, but it wasn't there and with a groan, he realized he'd tossed it out the window. He'd have to find the damn thing now. Evan rolled out of bed and stretched; he felt stiff from sleeping so long. Looking around he saw that both doors were open and glanced around, but Tabitha wasn't anywhere in sight. He dressed in running shorts, tee shirt, socks and running shoes. Finger-combing his hair, he went downstairs and out the back door.
Evan stood there a moment, surveying the house and trying to determine where the bathroom was so he'd have a general idea as to where to look. Once he figured out where it might be, he began looking through too-long grass, swearing under his breath.