Glamour [Book 1] (Completed)

Chapter 13 | Luck Bound

Chapter 13

When I got home that night my mother was sitting at the kitchen counter, reading one of her own spell books. She was skimming her fingers over each page and humming to herself. I close and lock the front door behind me and continue up the stairs before me. Talking with my mother was off the to-do list.

I met someone during a first date, and what came from that was a psycho man with no filter and a lot of money. First of all: Hell no, I do not want to be hunted down by some crazy lunatic with a charming face and haunting eyes that may or may not mirror my own.

I enter my bedroom, and surface myself to reading again; I picked up the most recent book I had finished.

It started out with:

The glowing radiance of light thrust itself above the waters, the waves reflecting the radiance into the sky. Then the vacancy above grows evident in a pale orange, like fire in the depths of a storm. A bone-thin man wobbles against the shore, casting a long and agitated shadow among the waves, as if he was the cloud that blocked the sun from the world. His fingers sliced the air that licked his wounds, and cut the fragrance of salt from the ocean.

After an hour of reading the story of Randy and the long-lost love of his life I receive a text message from Joe. His words enlightened my Iphone's screen to life, but they didn't project happy or sad: solely monotone... almost as if Joe were Randy fighting the waves.

Joe The Hoe

Message delivered at 10:02 PM:

Hey Eris, how are you?

I sat and stared at the words, I was very conscious of the numbing cold that came over me. Usually whenever he texted me I became overly happy and would pick my phone up without thought- but now the high was gone. Nothing: poof. And that scared me more than anything else. Assiduously I scoop my phone up from my bed sheets and hold it out in front of me before unlocking the screen and replying.

To Joe The Hoe

Message sent at 10:04 PM:

Hey, I'm good...you?

Joe The Hoe

Message delivered at 10:06 PM:

Good (: I was just checking in because you are turning 17 tomorrow and I wanted to talk to you for your last moments as a youngyin.

To Joe The Hoe

Message sent at 10:10 PM:

Oh, well, thank you- and you are still 16 too so do not complain.

Joe The Hoe

Message delivered at 10:11 PM:

Are you being matched tomorrow?

I stopped replying, realizing he was right. Tomorrow was a big day for me. At midnight I would be matched, and for a year I would be stuck with the same guy till we are married and our covens come together in a ceremony, then I take over both of the covens as leader. My countdown to having no freedom starts tomorrow at midnight. I had 25 hours and 49 minutes.

To Joe The Hoe

Message sent at 10:15 PM:

...ya.

Joe The Hoe

Message delivered at 10:18 PM:

Am I invited?

I didn't answer him; I just clicked the locked button and tossed my phone as far away from me on my bed. I was done talking with him: it was making me sick. I didn't want to see the disappointment on his face when he finds out that I had to be with someone else.

"You know if you didn't want him to go all you have to tell him is that he is not invited."

Danger. Every part of my body fired and shrieked an alarm, as if a large siren for a tornado was firing off in the very near distance. His voice was in my room again, and now that I thought about it I remember him coming into my bedroom and speaking to me, as if I was some fragile creature with morals. The green eyes still burned my very memory, and his slick-back long hair, the deep tanned skin. He was beautiful, and suddenly the danger was replaced with awe. He came toward me, farther from my bedroom window, to the end of my queen-sized bed. If I wasn't so memorized I may have been able to hear him, but instead I just sat and stared at his moving lips, wondering what it would be like if I could touch the soft plump pink things.

"Eris?" He breathes, and catches my attention.

"Laurence?" I state his name back at him, knowing that he never gave his name to. He was the one that wanted to hunt me down: alive. His eyes squint at me, and my green eyes stare compliantly back. I want him to come to me, I want him next to me, I want him to play with my hair, I want...

"You know my name?" He muses.

I nod, and cock my head to the side so my dirty blonde hair falls to the side of my face, then I flick it to the side and behind my back. He stares at my neck for a moment, and closes his eyes to take one long penetrating breath. The sound of longing raging from his throat, but he contains himself and flicks his gaze to my phone- which has lit up once again. It was another text from Joe asking, again, if he could come.

Laurence snatches my iPhone, looking at it as if it was the devil himself. "He likes you, you know."

"I know." I whisper, yearning for his eyes to look back up to meet my own eyes.

"He's not my competition... I have no worries that I can win you over."

Something in the tone of his voice should have sent warnings to my brain but like a dream, any logical reasoning was lost: a large Easter Bunny could have passed by and I would not have cared for the entire world.

LB tosses my phone to the carpet floor, and drags his face up and through his bangs. The hairs in his way looked threatening, but his face was a spectacle under the dark strands: like the shadows made him seem more defined and ominous.  He places his right hand on the edge of my bed, and feels the soft purple sheets under his fingertips. He doesn't look at me when he starts to crawl over toward me; instead his gaze was watching his fingertips, trying to control something within himself. The alarms raged louder as LB makes his way up to face me, but I subconsciously ignored them. He was the only thing I could focus on, just him and his looming figure.

When his shadow surfaced above me, blocking the moonlight from my window, I slowly blinked and lifted my jaw upwards. His teeth were clenched and his hands gripped the bed sheets around me but his eyes seem poignant and taxing.

"You..." He leans down and buries his forehead into my temple so his lips were next to my ear, "Are what I have been waiting for, for centuries."

And with that, he was gone, like dust in the wind. My mind drifted after that, and I had beautiful dreams of a man with long black hair and bright green eyes.

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