Midnight

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen 

"What! Lia!" Aaron says, running to where I am. I point with a shaky finger to the note sitting on the top of my bed. The words are written on yellow-brown paper and blue pen, like the note found in Aaron's father's hand. Aaron reads the note out loud. 

"My little Lia! How's my favorite niece doing! Why are you running away from me, honey? It's a good thing you made it easy for me to find you. That call you made in that boutique, and then sharing that taxi with very handsome Colton! I decided that I like this game, you running and me chasing after you. I saw you and Aaron eating dinner and I didn't want to disturb you two. Now, I was going to kill you tonight, but the hotel manager saw me go to your room and we wouldn't him calling the police on me now would we? I'll see you soon, my lovely!

-Kratos"

There are blood stains all over the paper. 

"We'll that's sweet. The psychopath killer has a soft side for you." Aaron says sarcastically. He gives me a harsh look and speaks again.

"How could you be so careless, Lia? I know you miss your friends, but look what you did! Even though I told you specifically not to! And this Colton guy? I told you to avoid any trouble! Colton was trouble! Don't be fooled be anyone. Just because they are about our age, younger, your dad's friend, handsome, pretty, being kind, nice, or flirting with you, does not mean that they can be trusted! We could have been killed" Aaron yells in my face. 

He's right...This is all my fault. 

"I-I am sorry, Aaron." I stutter. 

"I know you didn't mean for this to happen, but look what happened!" he pauses for a moment and then continues.  

"What's done is done. Now come on, grab your belonging."

"What? Where are we going?" I question. 

"The airport. We cannot stay in Paris any longer." He says, walking out of the door. I quickly grab my things and rush out the door. I let out a sigh. Back to the airport. 

In the plane, Aaron and I are booth sitting next to each other. This time we are flying to-

"Germany, huh?" Aaron asks me. 

"Why not?" I say, shrugging. 

After staring out the window, only to see clouds, I look back at Aaron. 

"When we get there, I want a gelato." 

"That's Italy, Lia." Aaron smirks. 

"Oh." My cheeks turn a light shade of red.

Germany. 

I kind of liked Paris. I really don't want to have to go to a different country every other day. This time, I won't do anything stupid. I promise.