Flames left behind

17{90's couple}

  "Stop snoring and get up. You sound like a disgruntled demon."

     I didn't bother to look up and check who said that. The deep velvet voice gave it away. Ronin.

I grunted.

  The curtains were drawn open, and I hissed, ducking under my blankets.

"Get up. We have a long day ahead of us. And why'd you hiss? You're a day-lighter. We all are."

  "What kind of day?" I asked, though since the blanket muffled my voice, it came out more like, 'Hat nind oh day?'

  "And, yes, i'm a day-lighter but I'm still a teenage girl. I like my beauty sleep." Again, it came out more as 'N es, em uh day-liter ut em steel uh tenaje gil.'

    He laughed, and I wanted to breathe that laugh in. I wanted to play it on repeat. Whoa there, stop. This is not going to turn into a love story. I hate this guy. He let his dad kidnap and torture me. Obviously, that's what I plan on saying to the press. I decided I won't mention anything about the pretty dresses or luxury pampering moments. Best to leave those off the news, they only want stories that they know are going to make them rich. And make me look bad, but oh well. I always look hot. Jokes on them.

   "For the last time, get up. I plan on leaving in about thirty minutes, and you still have crusties on your eyes. Get up."

   That got my attention. Not the crusties, but the part about leaving. He's leaving?

I sat up and blinked in the blinding light.

  "You're leaving?" 

He sighed.

  "No. We're both leaving. We're sneaking out. Father doesn't want us out of this place in case Jace or whatever fan-club he brings decides to take us back. So we have to sneak out. Don't you want to see the wondrous world of New York? The Big Apple? All the amazing sights?"

 I fell back on my pillow with a groan, pulling the blankets back over my head. 

  "It's New York. There's nothing to see here. I've already seen what's to be seen, and all you get now is Burnt, greasy pizza and polluted air. I've been better. So, you have fun, and I'll just sleep."

  My blankets were snatched off of me and I screamed. Something light and airy hit my face, and a clunk sounded beside my bed. 

  "Get dressed, and get ready. Whether you like it or not, going out to taste the greasy pizza and smelling the polluted air is better than being stuck in this hellhole we call a home each day. I mean, we don't even have a library!" He basically shouted the last part. I growled, and stopped mid-growl. 

 "Yes we do."

"We what?" He looked puzzled.

  "We have a library. I was in it yesterday."

"No. I've lived here all my life. We don't own anything that resembles a library."

I sighed in thought, remembering the state of the place.

  "Damn right it barely resembles it, but it's a library nonetheless. Unless the bathroom just happened to have shelves loaded with books. I even ran into your father trying to run out of there."

  "Father?"

"The big mean one that produced you with another woman? Does that ring a bell?"

He rolled his eyes. 

  "You said you ran into him exiting the supposed library. Did he know about it?" 

Ronin perched himself on my footrest, now forgetting the main reason he ever walked in my room to wake me up.