Stranded

23: Colorful lights and the stench of alcohol.



I could practically see the bright light even though my eyelids were heavy amd closed. The warm sensation of the sunlight caressed against my brown skin. Finally I peeled my gaze open and was met with the blinds seperated, the ball of fire greeting me.

The sudden urge to stretch my body took over me as I pushed my arms up in the air, toes curling at how pleasing the stretch felt.

It gave me shivers, it was one of those stretches.

I rolled over in my bed to the right side and as soon as my eyes caught the little alarm clock, a loud gasp slipped through my lips. The time made me quickly leap out of the comfortable mattress, between the silk sheets as they called out to me.

"It's almost ten and no one woke me up," I ran towards my closet, pulling out my uniform as soon as I opened the doors of the closet. I had to be quick, I did not want a scolding, not when I was on edge.

I had committed a murder, for heaven's sake and that too, last night.

How could I sleep so peacefully after killing someone? He deserved it but I still killed him, without hesitation. Without any fear in me, I ended someone's life.

I shook my head before I could zone out and rushed inside my bathroom, turning the shower on. I hurriedly stripped from my outfit and it took me about ten minutes to brush off the disgusting blood. I got ready for the day internally prepared myself for a scolding.

I grasped the knob of the door, flying it open and there stood Viktor right in front of me.

I had almost crashed into him.

Flicking my gaze up at the male that was now dressed in a tight black button up though the upper buttons were open putting his chest on full display, his blazer was nowhere to be found and my desperate gaze tried to peek in a little more to catch a glimpse of his skin but I was not lucky enough to do so.

He looked handsome, ravishing and I couldn't help keep my eyes off him.

Dark hair slicked bad perfectly with only a strand of hair hovering above his clean forehead, his perfectly groomed eyebrows pushed together while rings adorned his tattooed hands, littered everywhere.

"It's not nice to stare," I heard his deep voice which caused my ears to turn red and I immediately moved my stare up to his sharp features. "People might think you want them."

"Want them?" I tilted my head breaking gravity, shooting him a puzzled expression.

The male stared down at me before a smirk crossed his lips but it stayed only for a few minutes, now replaced with that same tight lipped smile that was barely a smile but there were no other words to describe his expression.

It was dead.

Viktor took a step inside my room and I stepped backwards, allowing the male to come inside. "Want them as in sexually. I don't know if you realize it but Eira, your gaze is really lustful. I sometimes wonder how many men you must've caught with that gaze of yours."

My breath got stuck in my throat, the heat rushing up to my cheeks as I averted my gaze away from him. I couldn't believe he had caught me, red handed too. It was an embarrassing feeling and I wanted a hole to open up and swallow me but there was no escape right now.