Temptress

9|Thunder Storm

Sereia's POV

I watched the garage's electronic door close as heavy droplets of rain fell on the roof.

Elliot was right. Chicago traffic was heavy when it rained.

I had spent my last four years in Vermont so I forgot what it was like to be here.

As soon as I opened the door to my kitchen, I kicked off my shoes and placed my bag on the countertop.

My stomach entered a competition with the thunder as it roared loudly.

I was so hungry. I didn't eat all day.

I checked the cupboards, hoping to find something to eat but they were all empty.

Great, I needed to go grocery shopping too.

I held my stomach as it continued to release the most ungodly sounds.

I then opened the fridge and grabbed the leftovers from yesterday before placing them in the microwave.

As my food heated, I took off my jacket and placed it beside my bag on the countertop.

Instantly guilt and regret hit me when my fingers ran on the spot where I constantly injected my needles.

I can only imagine the look of disappointment Violet would have had on her face.

When the microwave went off, I snapped out of my thoughts and collected my leftover chicken.

As I ate, the rain poured harder.

I could see the lightning flash through my windows before another thunder rolled.

For the first time for the day, my phone received a notification.

I washed my hands before picking it up to see a message.

Blake Harrison: Hey cutie, meet me at The Finest Garden at 7 pm for our date ;)

I smiled as I saved his number.

Now this makes me have three contacts.

Serena, my dad, now him.

My stomach groaned again, letting me know that it wasn't satisfied.

However, I had eaten everything so this will have to do.

I flinched when thunder rolled again.

I never liked storms. They terrified me.

Violet used to always cuddle me in bed until the storm passed. Now, there was no one.

I was thinking about her again.

All I do these days is just think about my dead sister and ache about the manner in which she passed.

I should've stayed at the shelter.

At least I would've had company there. At least I would've had a distraction. At least I wouldn't be as scared as I am now.

But he insisted that I went home.

I wonder why.

Maybe he picked up on the fact that I didn't want to leave and wanted to see me suffer. Maybe he is even more messed up in the head than I thought.

They are all the same.

No matter how good he claims to be.

When put in a tough situation, he'll try to pay his way out like the rest of those rich asses.

I'm going to take down his wife and I'm bringing him down with her.

I'll tempt him until I can tempt no more.