𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐳:
Isadora Flores: a girl raised in captivity and brainwashed to believe she has a deadly disease that restricts her from the outside world permanently.
That was until one...
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"What the fuck?"
I hear familiar voice, a confused tone clung to it. My body rejects the suddenly annoying voice, and turns into the warm wall and clings to it, Absorbing it's warmth and soft texture on my face.
"Why are they outside?" A new, also familiar voice says. I ignore it, and reject the urge to open my eyes and leave my peaceful sleep.
"Maybe they sleep walk." Another voice says, and unfortunately it's not the last voice to bother me. "I don't remember Isadora sleep walking, so I highly doubt it."
"Maybe he sleep walks and she followed him."
"No, you idiot. Rowan doesn't sleep walk, He hardly moves in his sleep."
"How do you know? Do you watch him whilst he sleeps?" Someone laughs. "No! I'm just an extremely light sleeper and would wake up from just the noise of his bed creaking."
"It's true, I can attest to his statement."
A groan. "Please, Refrain from mentioning the fact you two sleep together. It's disgusting—God, I could gag right now."
Laughter. "You're going to have to accept the fact, Ricky. That your good friend is banging your sister—"
"Abigail!"
More laughter, louder laugher. "Stop. Abi—No! Oh God, No! I just pictured it—"
An high pitched scream jolts my eyes open and rings through my ears with a distant blare. I try to sit up, focus my eyes until they are no longer heavy and blurry. "What.." I mumble, reach and rub them.
And then the wall that I was clinging onto suddenly moves. And it freaks me out for a moment, until I focus my eyes on said wall and realize it was not a wall and actually my boyfriend: His eyes were droopy and they fluttered with each blink he took. His dark curls were messy and astray on his head.
He looked horrible. Well, not horrible, horrible—Rowan could never look horrible physically. But he looked like a sleep deprived, exhausted, kind of horrible. Like he had been awake all night against his will.
After two minutes of staring at him, my brain was no longer foggy, eyes no longer blurry, and last nights events had crashed down on my like a two hundred bound boulder.
Embarrassment crept up the back of my neck, and then when I looked around at the group of familiar faces, it spread to the apples of my cheeks.
"Morning." Kai grinned cheekily at us, eyes crinkled with amusement. I sighed, attempting to push away the embarrassment flooding my body with overbearing heat. I turn to look at Rowan: he stares forward, blinking blankly.
"Mind telling us what you lovebirds are doing out here? At half past ten. In the wilderness. Missing breakfast?" Tiana chorused from beside Joey, a teasing lint attached to her tone and morphing her smile into something mischievous.
