The Triplets of Emerald Forest

Chapter 8 Harlow

A few minutes passed while I listened for any signs of noise outside the door. Hearing none, I rushed over to the door and tried my luck. The door knob twisted freely and the door swung open. I was greeted by a living room type space with several more doors all around the perimeter. I started randomly trying doors. Three of them led to large bedrooms that each had a unique style to them. One was decorated in dark navy blue, one in tones of green, and the third in shades of maroon and red.

I grumbled in frustration and tried another door, grinning when I was met with a new sight. It was a short, empty hallway. Down one side was another door and to my right were what appeared to be another living room and a small kitchen. To my utmost satisfaction, off in the corner were the sliding doors of an elevator.

"Luna!" I heard a voice call out from behind me.

I didn't dare to turn around, I just ran towards the elevator and pushed the only button available, a down arrow. I would have taken the stairs if I could've found any.

"Wait!" The male voice said and I started shaking when I realized he was moving closer.

Just as the elevator doors opened, a rough hand wrapped around my arm and kept me from moving. I yelped and tried to pull away, but it was no use. Whipping around, I came face to face with my captor. He looked to be older than me by quite a few years with light brown hair and hazel eyes that were more brown than green.

"My apologies, Luna, but you can't leave." He frowned, looking at his hand around my arm.

"That is not my name." I snapped, finally ripping my arm free but only after the elevator doors had closed.

The man put his hand on my back and gently nudged me forward. I knew I had no choice but to let him lead me back to my jail cell.

"I'm sorry, it's Harlow, right?" The man asked. I grunted in response, "I'm Waylon Greene." He introduced himself. I cocked an eyebrow at him.

Greene was Kori's last name, I thought to myself.

"You met my ma....wife, Kori, earlier."

I remained silent as Waylon guided me back through my escape route and into the bedroom. I hurried across the room so I could be as far away from him as possible.

"The girls said they were going to get you food. They'll be back soon. Do you want me to sit with you until they come back?" He asked and I continued to glare at him.

"I guess not. Well, I will be just out here in case you get any ideas about going for another walk." He smirked at me but I wasn't amused.

"Oookay then." He mumbled before leaving the room and shutting the door behind him. This time, I heard the lock slide home.

I started pacing around the room, investigating the other components of it. Off to the side of the room was an alcove that was set up as a sitting room with a small sectional, an oversized chair, a coffee table, and a TV mounted on the wall. Between that and the bed were a set of french doors that led out to a Juliete balcony.

I tried the u-shaped handles and pulled the doors open. Stepping out onto the balcony, I looked over the black iron railing; it appeared to be about three or four stories up and there was nothing but hard grass down below. Looking around, I noticed that nobody was paying any attention to me. I could call out, but I doubt that would do me any good. I backed into the room and shut the doors.

On the other side of the room, across from the bed, were three doors. I yanked open the first door and saw an ungodly huge bathroom. I mean seriously, you could fit my entire apartment in just the shower.