The Girl Of The Night

Missed Chance

//Missed chance//

I haul myself up the open window, man I really have to get more fit. I walk into a dark room the only source of light my phone and the night sky outside.

Honestly who would be that dumb to leave a window open in the middle of the night?. Suddenly the window slams shut. That's fine right? plenty of ways to get out of this mansion. I open the door and it creaks. I as quietly as possible shut it and tiptoe down the dark hallway... I shiver and pull my hoodie on.

I walk into what seems to be a room and grab the first thing out of it and run down the stairs.... I don't know what I picked up yet. But it feels soft and silky. I try to unlock the front door but locked. "Who locks the front door from the inside?" I mutter to myself.

I go and search for a back door and its locked, I tried opening the sliding door but still locked. I've tried everything to get out but unfortunately my luck isn't that good. So I'm trapped. I accidentally knock a vase over. SHITZU I'M GONNA BE IN BIG BIG BIG TROUBLE IF I DON'T ACT NOW!

I rub my temples and try to think of something when I hear loud footsteps running down the stairs. So naturally I run into a room and it seems to be a living room, how I know? Because I as usual trip over what seems to be a couch.

I quickly throw myself over it and hide beside it. I press my head against the leather couch. My fingers are attached to it like if I'm gonna let go I'd die. My heart hammers against my chest. I didn't even breathe.

"Hello?"

"Hi" I whisper ever so quietly.
The person goes off into another room. I take my chance and run out of the room to a nearby window and I try to on it but it won't budge. I use all the strength my body can muster and lift it up, it opens and just as I'm about to get out I realize I let go of the item I was supposed to retrieve.

Vira be a good girl and take your chance and go. I beg you go! my conscience
Tells me. But I wasn't a good girl, no today anyway. I run back into the room and grab the item. I'll tell you this it wasn't easy. I suddenly jerk into a body. I fall to the ground but the person catches me. Luckily they can't see me because of my dark black vans hoodie. They turn the lights on. I look at the person. It was a boy. Not just any boy. Brooklyn Beckham. He still can't see me. He's holding a pan and he had swung it high.

"Pulling off a rapunzeal are you?" I ask whilst I stifle a laugh. He glares at me and tries to take off my hoodie. "I know I look good even if I am" he smiles sweetly, "where's Mommy and daddy?" I ask with an eyebrow raise.

"They trusted there son to stay home alone for 3 weeks, Mommy and daddy only left today" he mimics me.

"Siblings?" "They don't trust Brooklyn with them, no they don't" he continued to mimic me. I roll my eyes and sigh. He grunts and stares back at me. Eyeing me inch by inch.

I ask myself this "what do you do when Brooklyn Beckham is standing right in front of you and your in his house at the middle of the night?"

I'm in front of Brooklyn Beckham!

"Why are you holding my boxers?" He asks. I look at what I was holding a black and white cheques boxers were in my hand.

I laugh nervously and try to make a run for the window but alas Brooklyn's strong arms caught ahold of my waist. He ever so gracefully removes my hoodie.

"Damn and I thought this mysteriously dark girl would run away with my boxers" he tells me. I scoff and push him off and run to the window. "And I thought Brooklyn Beckham would be an oblivious airhead. But I guess we were both wrong" I say and smile sweetly as I squat on the. Window ceil.

"Thats a 1 meter drop" he says and inches towards me.

No shit Sherlock

"Really I didn't know that captain obvious" I say sarcastically. I wave him goodbye but he was about to say something. I jump out and land on the soft grass
CAN I AT LEAST GET YOUR NAME?" he calls after me leaning over the window ceil. "I should at least get the chance to know your name!"

"Brooklyn oh Brooklyn let down you hair" I joke. He sighs and rolls his eyes and pretends to do a flip of his "long" hair. The boy knows how to play along. Not bad.

Should I give him my name?

I guess I had missed my chance to go totally undercover. The moonlight is shining and makes Brooklyn look really good. (Hard to admit) whats the harm of telling someone your name? Everything my conscience warns, like I've been listening to it anyway.

"VIRA" I Yell back at him looking him in the eye and grinning and taking off. Boy did I know what was coming next. He grins from ear to ear. "Do you need a lift?" "Nope"
I run off onto the road. How am I gonna explain this to Raina.

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