I awoke to strange sounds, but I'm too drowsy to open my eyes just yet. The world is a blur, all I can feel is sharp ache in my leg and unbearable thirst. Slowly my brain adjusts and everything seems to flood into my mind. Instantly my eyes shot open to a dimly lit room and I prop up on my elbows. A subtle hint of moonlight feebly illuminated the small hotel room. I can see all the boys scattered over the place, sleeping, snoring. Faint smile creeps over my lips and my heart swells in my chest.
...I can't believe how far we came. Those professional killers, now sleeping on the floor and chairs just to make sure I'm all right...me, as Juliet...wow...this is something totally new for me...
I turn my gaze to the side and find one bottle of water and another one of orange juice on the nightstand. With slightly shaky hand I reach for the juice, slowly bring it to me, before pull myself up into sitting positon. Somehow I open the lid and in a haste drink it all, feeling fairly better afterwards. I sigh in relief, though pain still viciously throbs in my thigh. I bit my bottom lip, while taking slow deep breaths through my nose, attempting to soothe menacing ache. Eventually I move my body to the edge of the bed and carefully drag my legs off it. At extremely slow pace and with a bit of fear I put my weight on my feet, I hiss but stand up, swaying a little. I take one deep breath then cautiously and limply walk towards the bathroom.
As silently as it could be I close the bathroom's door and turn on the lights. I blink few times, before my eyes can see in the brightness. I sigh heavily and look down on my inadequate attire. My brain play a scenarios of who would have changed me, while I take off black shirt that must belong to one of the lads, unclasp my bra and pull down my panties. Gradually I walk into the shower and with heedful movement managed to wash my body. Ache constantly lingering in my leg, refuses to subdue. I turn off the water and step out, grabbing white towel.
...Oh perfect Juliet! I don't have any fresh clothes with me...oh well, I'll just use my previous underwear and bathing robe...
As I pull panties back on I wince once in a while. When they were completely on I sigh in relief and swiftly put on my bra, before coat myself in a bit large bathing robe. This minimalistic and narrow white bathroom comes quite handy in my state. I step to the sink and splash cold water over my face, then reluctantly look at the mirror. My skin is quite pail and hair tangled mess. I brush my fingers through hair, taming thick locks, until they look presentable enough. I sigh and walk out, halting as soon as the door of bathroom closed, because I can't see anything in the dark room. Slowly my eyes adjusted to the shadow and I go to the door in attempt to walk out of the room in search for food. I grab my ankle boots and black bag, then unnoticed slip out onto the brightly lit hallway.
In the empty and silent hallway I breath freely again. I step into the boots before begin to walk towards the elevator. In the beg I locate my phone and move it into my bra. In the stuffed air of elevator my mind tries to preoccupy itself by questioning foreign alliance between John and my father. Initial surge of pain subsided faintly or maybe I have grown used to it.
At last I limply approach the reception desk, and lay my hands upon the countertop, looking at young, and kind of cute, chest club type guy behind it. After a while I clear my throat and say: "Hey!"
His eyes jetting up to meet mine, large smile brightened his features: "Hey there! How may I help you?"
I lift the corners of my mouth into a shy smile: "Well, umm...do you know where can I get food at this hour?"
He pauses for a moment, then kindly suggests: "You know what? I have break soon, so if you want you can come with me and I'll make you something to eat in the kitchen!"
My eyes widen at his kind offer, I stare at him, looking for any false note in his hazel eyes, but they are perfectly clear. "That would be nice, but I don't wanna be bother."
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She's not afraid (One Direction/Selena Gomez)
FanfictionJoin Juliet Montague on her journey for survival, in a world where deception is simple game, torture easy task and murder effortless act, with five professional killers by her side. Trailers on chapter 0(A/N) and chapter 1!