Hey guys! Look who it is! Nina Dobrev A.K.A: Anastasia! Okay, back to this chapter.
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Chapter 8-
"What the hell ANASTASIA?!?! Why would you do that? He was innocent! Get the hell up!" Two hands throw off my comforter making me squint only to find Max with a fairly red face.
"Come on! It's Saturday! I should be able to sleep in!" I get up, and look over at whoever was yelling at me. I yelp when I see Max standing over me.
"Why would you do that to him?" He yells causing me to look at him confused. What is he- Oh shit! I killed someone yesterday, didn't I? Oops! I get up feeling dirty. I look down to see I was in the same outfit I was in since yesterday when I shifted to get to that house faster. It's now a crop top. Ew. I put one finger up towards Max, who looks like he's on the verge of shifting in my room.
"I'm going to go shower, okay? Don't destroy my room, pup."
"What? This is an important matter! You Killed somebo-"
"Yeah, I killed a guy. Who cares? I need a shower. " I walk into my ensuite and quickly shut the door and lock it, but I know Max could come in here at any time. I mean he could literally break down the door.
"Seriously? You killed someone, and you're going to take a shower?!" I hear Max say through the door.
"I don't care!" I yell back. I grab a towel and put it on the handle outside of the shower door. I forgot clothes, seriously? Every time I swear. Eh, I can get them when I go back in the room. I quickly undress and go into the shower, immediately turning on the water. The warm water cascading down my back immediately relaxes me. I let out a breath of relief and leave myself alone with my thoughts.
I didn't get any information on my father, could Cameron have had the answers? Is that why the rogues came here. To talk to me?
After a long shower I feel relaxed and get out and dry myself off. I dry my hair with a towel and then I just leave it as it is. I grab a brush from the counter by the sink, and try to brush slowly through my hair.
I walk out of the ensuite clutching the towel to my body, hoping it covers up everything. I see Max passed out on the bed, and I take this as my chance to run to my walk in closet. Once in there I quickly lock the double doors and walk in to the Large and very extravagant room. I head towards a large dresser and grab a bra and underwear quickly trying to put them on, so I wouldn't be as paranoid. I then grab some jean shorts with a lace trim on the sides, and a belt from one of the many rows of clothing in the room.I hurry towards the shirts rack and grab a Tank top with skulls on it, feeling the need to be in lazy clothing today.
I don't put make-up on everyday, but I do when I feel the need for it, like for special occasions, I don't really see the point in it. Walking out of the closet I look on my bed checking for a passed out Max, only to realize he's gone. I shrug it off and head downstairs to get breakfast. Humming a tune in my head I stroll into the kitchen with a content look on my face. Amerella is sitting on a bar stool with her head in her hands.
She looks up once, but goes back to taking shorts sips at her coffee.
"Rella? You okay?" My heart beat starts to quicken when I realize what is about to happen. I can't go through this now, it just isn't the time. I've already had to deal with enough crap today. Amerella turns around a smile
"Do you know where my husband Tom is? He must be with Blake. Do you know where the alpha is?" She looks at me expectantly, but I know I can't lie to her. I have to put her in the dungeons if it gets too much like last time.
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