Aurora "Rory" Henry is a 20 year old human runaway. After escaping her mother's manipulative hands along with her fathers short temper she finds herself in a new territory, but to her it's just another state. All she wanted was to get her degree in...
Debra Jo Rupp as Lady Lydia Just a reminder Aoibhinn is pronounced ay-veen and cianán is pronounced 'Keenan'
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Rory POV
Killian was gone by the time I woke up in his bed. Groaning I roll around the sheets aware I need to rise and unfortunately shine. The memories of last night strike me hard as I sit up straight.
I opened up.
I've not done that since I was a child. I didn't think I ever would. I thought even a therapist would have to electrocute it out of me. Killian got it out of me in less than an hour, he actively listened and spoke back to me about his own worries.
But now he's not here...
I don't have the time to dwell in unreasonable anxiety as a soft knocking drums at the door.
"Miss Henry?" Marks voice calls. "It's time for your training"
"Noooo" I sigh in a whisper. My muscles groan, the feeling of rust settled between my bones.
"I'll be out in a minute!" I reply back.
Rolling out of the bed I wipe the sleep from my eyes and look around. I fell asleep in the clothes I wore yesterday making me feel disoriented and a straight up mess. I glance to the wardrobe in Killian's room, shrugging my shoulders I open it up to find there are only steamed suits organised by colour in there. The drawers underneath are occupied by shiny polished business attire shoes, one pair in the collection are missing.
Turning around I remember the dresser he had replaced after Holly and I's fight that caused his beast to unleash a tornado in the beautiful room. There's a pile of clothes sat on top of it so I wander over and notice a post it note placed perfectly beside the garments.
'There's a spare toothbrush, hairbrush and toiletries in the bathroom -K'
Inspecting the clothes I see it consists of one pair of sweatpants, one band T-shirt, a hoodie and a pair of boxers. Looking around the room I do a quick check of cameras, nothing personal to Killian it's just a paranoia of every room I change in, the coast seems clear so I begin undressing and switch into the comfier clean clothes.
Socks. I need to change my socks. Opening the top two drawers I'm surprised that neither are sock drawers but in fact junk drawers. What kind of psycho not only has junk drawers in the dresser but also doesn't store their socks at the top. My attention lands on an old camcorder that looks pristine. I pick it up inspecting the possible time capsule. Flipping open the viewfinder I notice a label with writing on the inside
