~ His Vixen

5 - lucky charms

miles pov
I'm lying in Belles bed, her and Lexi on the ground trying to sleep.

I try to shut my eyes and let myself get that much needed rest, yet my body doesn't let me. Instead, it forces me to actually think of everything that just happened in the last... wait. What time is it?

I'm patting myself down everywhere trying to feel for my phone, except I come up with nothing. Angela would have definitely texted me by now.

I remember how Belle specifically told me not to move too much, but I've decided I'm thirsty so I get myself up as quietly as possible, trying not to trip over anything.

I carefully open the bedroom door and try to feel my way through the dark house. The front porch lights are on and the blinds let some light through, guiding me to the kitchen.

Once my finger tips are finally met with a kitchen sink, I look around and see a time on the microwave. 3:12 a.m.

I sigh to myself and feel around for a cabinet leading me to cups. Once I finally find it, I don't even bother looking in the fridge so I just turn the sinks tap on and let my cup fill with that water. My side starts to hurt a little again, but I ignore it and drink my water.

I look around Belles small house while leaning against the counter for support because God knows I can't hold myself up right now.

I chug the last of my water down and head back towards Belles room when I see someone outside. What the hell?

I put my cup in the sink and step towards the front porch slowly, trying not to make any noise. I peek through the blinds and my heart beat slows when I notice it's just Belle. I let out a sigh of relief, but then remember it's 3 a.m. and she's outside, in the dark, pacing around while talking to herself.

She switched her dress to a casual cropped shirt and sweat pants. Her hair isn't straight anymore and it's natural waves fall as long as her lower back.

She stops pacing suddenly, her back to me. I hear her talking to herself, yet it sounds too much like a mumble to understand. Her hands reach up to her face and she turns around to face her driveway, giving me the view of her side profile.

She sits down on the wooden floor and brings her knees up to her chest as she places her head between them. I decide it's wrong to spy on her like this and step away from the blinds and back towards her room.

I quietly open the door and make my way back to the bed making sure not to wake up the heavy sleeping Lexi.

I lay there for a good five minutes, just staring up at the dark ceiling, thinking about everything that comes to mind when I hear a door shut.

I turn myself over and pretend I'm asleep because I know Belles coming back. Moments later, I hear the bedroom door open with a soft sigh.

I hear her whisper to herself, too quietly for me to hear. I then listen to her foot steps start getting distant and then another door opens. I lift my head up and see she's in the bathroom with the door just ajar.

She stares at herself in the mirror for a second before tying her long hair into a messy bun. She turns the water on and starts brushing her teeth. And I let myself fall asleep.
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The next morning I wake up and no one's in the room. I force myself up with a groan at the pain I forgot I had and start myself for the kitchen.

After what feels like a year, I wobble to the kitchen and read the microwaves time, 11:49 a.m. I look over at the sink and find my cup still there so I pick it back up and fill it with tap water again. I walk around the kitchen, the living room just inspecting the house now that I can actually see it.