Luna's POV
"Where are you going?" Angel knelt by the stairs, jacket on, lacing up thick black boots.
"Out, I have to go deal with something. There's food in the kitchen if you get hungry, don't leave the house. I won't be able to answer my phone so, I don't know, call Matteo or something. He'll come later to check on you." His words tumbled through each other, making it hard to comprehend what he was saying.
I stood quietly, watching him as he double-knotted his laces. He jumped up from his position on the floor, walking quickly towards the door, I didn't try to stop him. I trusted he'd be back.
Soft smells of fresh pasta drifted through the still very empty house. It was one of the only things I knew how to cook, I figured if he came back today Angel would want something to eat.
At 10pm I ate alone, the food was cold, the house still empty. I swung back and forth on the white leather barstool, twirling spaghetti and meat sauce around on a silver fork. His kitchen was so aesthetically pleasing; the white, the grey and the black were so expertly arranged. The pasta was kind of good.
It felt wrong to sleep in someone else's house alone, even worse if I were to call Matteo, but it was like the start of a horror story; a girl alone in a house in the middle of the woods, not aware of where she was. Pause. I didn't know where I was. Geographic area, address, I had no clue.
I picked up the bowl, washed it, dried it, and put it back where I'd found it. His dishes matched the kitchen; black ceramic on the outside, white on the inside. His mugs were the same. His counters the same. The chairs. The ceiling. The fridge. Even what I was wearing fit; grey sweats with a navy hoodie. The room was shrinking. I was suffocating in monotonous hell. I could feel the tag of my sweater on the back of my neck. The hair on my forehead. The damp socks on my feet.
A strong sense of paranoia caught me off guard, feeling the stare of a dozen eyes on my back. I looked toward the door, a gut-wrenching knowing that someone would walk through overtaking rational thought. The room blacked around the edges. If I screamed, if I died, no one would hear. No one but Angel, maybe Matteo, would care.
The door opened a bit. A leather hand wrapped around the wood. A shudder fluttered down my spine; that hand, that hand.
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Pirate City
AventureLuna porter fakes her death, separates herself from her Uncle, leaves her old life behind, and realizes just how bad a man her uncle really is. A powerful group brings her in for a reason she fails to understand, and through them she learns what it...
