Capture my Heart

Chapter 2

(Im making it were Hope jumped into the pit so nobody remembered her but she blasted the memory spell on her family)

Lizzie's eyes darted around the room, her heart pounding in her chest. The dim morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. She was snug under the covers of her bed, with a tiny arm draped around her waist—it was Hope's. The warmth of Hope's embrace was comforting, and Lizzie felt a sense of safety and peace she hadn't felt in a long time.

She turned carefully to face Hope, her breath hitching as she took in the sight of Hope's serene, sleeping face. The soft rise and fall of Hope's chest, the way her lashes rested gently on her cheeks, made her seem almost angelic. Lizzie knew it was wrong to help a murderer, but her dad would want her to help. She gently ran her thumb across Hope's bottom lip, feeling its softness.

Hope groaned softly, stirring from her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open, and a sleepy smile spread across her face as she saw Lizzie. "It's impolite to stare, princess," she murmured, her voice husky with sleep.

Princess?! Lizzie's stomach did a somersault, butterflies exploding inside her. The endearment sent a thrill through her, making her feel giddy and light-headed. She wanted to respond, but her voice caught in her throat. She was frozen, her lips stretched into a smile that felt like it could light up the entire world.

Hope's eyes flickered down to Lizzie's lips, and she bit her own bottom lip thoughtfully. "You know what would really help me be a better person?" she asked, her voice soft and teasing.

"What?" Lizzie managed to whisper, her heart racing.

"A kiss," Hope said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Lizzie's heart skipped a beat. She sat up abruptly, her pulse thundering in her ears, butterflies practically bursting from her chest. She could feel a blush creeping up her neck. Overwhelmed and needing to escape, she bolted from the bed. The only refuge she could think of was the bathroom. She dashed to the bathroom as fast as she could, her feet barely touching the floor, and slammed the door shut, locking it behind her. She leaned against the door, trying to catch her breath and calm the whirlwind of emotions inside her.

Hope stood up from the bed sighing then letting out a chuckle, she could hear Lizzies heart beat. She slowly took off her shirt and pants then changed into her clothes. She was wearing her all black long sleeve v-neck and slide on her platform combat boots.

She walked up to the bathroom door, about to speak, but stopped when she heard the shower running. With a sigh, she laid down on the bed and started reading a spell book about a dark magic torture device.

"Um, Hope!" Lizzie's voice called out from the bathroom.

"Hm?" Hope replied absently, her eyes still on the book.

"I, um, I left my clothes outside," Lizzie admitted awkwardly.

"Figured. Just come out, I don't bite," Hope teased with a smirk.

"Hope, just give me my clothes!" Lizzie demanded, her voice rising in frustration.

Hope groaned, setting the book aside, and stood up to retrieve Lizzie's clothes. Lizzie cracked the door open just enough to extend her hand. Hope handed over the clothes, and the door immediately shut in her face. Shaking her head, she returned to her book.

A few minutes later, Lizzie emerged from the bathroom with her hair pulled into a messy bun to keep it dry. Her eyes quickly zeroed in on the book Hope was reading. "What are you reading?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.