The Journey to Escaping Darkness (Book 1)

Chapter 40

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I flashed back into reality as we pulled up the the castle. London came rushing out of the castle. I jumped out of the car and hugged her as tight as I could. I don't think I've ever missed her as much as I did right now.

"I'm so happy you're back!" London exclaimed. Her voice put me at peace. I was ready to get away from the madness.

"I'm happy to be back! I've been around this dope for too long!" I said in the same tone she did. I looked at Oliver winking with a smirk plastered on my face.

He just looked at me getting out the care with a fake annoyed face. "Always dishing on the guy." He said faintly.

London giggled pulling away from me and taking my hand saying, "Girls day!" We ran into the castle.

I wasn't surprised by how she was acting in the slightest bit. "London, you never seize to amaze me." I told her as we ran into the front door.

We continued to run like little girls up the stairs. Oliver came in the front door yelling, "Well, who's going to get the bags?"

Before I could have a smart remark London took over. "You of course, who else is gonna do it!" I laughed as we continued to climb the stairs.

"Don't you have a bag boy or whatever?" He asked still yelling. London stopped dead in her tracks almost knocking me down the stairs. She gave him an are you stupid look. Oliver nodded and walked defeated back outside. I chuckled as we started our journey back up the stairs.

I started to think and I realized we did have a guy who carried our bags to our room. We always had some sort of visiter or someone who is leaving or coming back from a trip. "London, why did you look at Oliver like that? We do have a bag boy, or did he quit?" I asked her hoping he didn't quit.

The last thing I needed was someone quitting. It made no sense to me anyway why my workers were dropping like flies.

"I gave Marcus the day off. He's got a cold." She responded simply. I knew she must of had a lot to fill me in on. I wasn't out of office long, but I was sure she followed some of Jefferson's advice. It was a chilling thought.

We finally got to my room and we walked down the long hallway finally getting to my room. My room was white which made no sense, but I digress. I wanted my red and black theme back, but London said it was depressing and I was depressed enough.

"So, I still have this horrifically happy room setting?" I asked London almost cringing at how white my room was.

Hell, I don't live on god damn cloud...

"You need happy colors." London told me as if she knew what I needed. I guess she had a better idea than most did.

"This isn't my happy color. It looks like I'm living on a cloud." I explained to her disgusted. "This room is more for an angel."

"Well, then it's settled this room is perfect for you!" London finished enthusiastically.

I guess she hasn't changed a bit...

"London, this room is more for you. I'm no angel, I'm the devil." I added lowly getting the last word as she sighed. She was used to me, after all we'd known each other for 700 years.

I thought of our relationship as the sunlight and the darkness, evil and good, and an angel and devil. We were opposites like I've said before. I loved London, but sometimes it freaked me out how dang happy she was...

"Okay, now we will be doing each other's nails, the a makeover, then we will catch up during all of it, and whatever else floats our boat!" She explained to me her plan so fast and with so much enthusiasm.