Crimson Mists

25. Past Acquaintances(1).

I'd just finished bathing. Since I was bored and wasn't allowed to leave the house, I decided to try out a makeup style I saw online that had the upper lip dark and the lower one light.

Through the window in my room, I could see that the last tweaks of the sun's rays had died down and the moon had started setting its anchor.

I unboxed the makeup tools to identify them. It was among the things my suitor got for me.

Just as I raised the brush to my lashes, there was a knock on the door.

I smiled in satisfaction.

It was the same way they locked me in, that I locked the out. Besides, I wouldn't want them barging into my room anytime they liked and I think they've agreed with that idea after multiple trials.

"The boss said you should come join us for dinner,"said one of Allen's rookies. Most nights they repeated it, calling at my door for me to come eat. I may be hungry and give in, other times I may not and then, it became a ritual of them leaving out the food for me by the hallway and before my door.

I heard the footsteps leaving and was satisfied with myself, however, that satisfaction turned sour when my stomach growled and I realised that they hadn't left food out for me.

I heard footsteps approaching and I closed the door. I didn't know why I did so.

A particular thing about this set of steps tho, were identified with Allen alone. You could tell, with those heavily studded boots, he walked as if he had a timer on his legs, 1-1-1–1...

He knocked on the door and I started asking myself why he had to appear that night. He never really had the need to call me himself except the day when I was reluctant to go on that first date with the Mafia lord.

The day when he'd not so precisely threatened me.

Knock knock!

I remained quiet, leaning by the wall next to the door.

"Megbu?"

"I'm not interested."

"You would be if you know we have a visitor and she claims you're familiar."

"Know me?" I asked, my thoughts drifting towards Hilda and wondering if they'd already caught her.

How dumb could she be to go out of hiding? In fact, what on earth had she planned that involved her being caught by my dad? Was it purposeful or just an incident?

As I thought more, I decided to gain more information.

"Who is she?"

"You'll have to see her for yourself. I just want to know if all the things she said about you are true."

I said nothing and he too was silent, expecting.

I didn't give him the satisfaction of a definite response just as I had sworn to making things hard for him.

But one was distinctly clear between Allen and his guards. Anytime the guards were by my door calling for me, a response that was above fifty percent affirmative had them taking in their breath and waiting for when I open the door, but Allen... stone cold Allen, had just spoken for some time before his receding footsteps accompanied his aura.

Unconsciously tho, my hands swept over my cheek, at the fading scar of the bruise he'd inflicted on me.

I thought of Hilda. If I didn't go out, she was going to tot in detention. I'd been thinking I had a choice but right then, there was only one choice to make and it was to rescue Hilda and the others from detention.