Riara in Morocco

Additional Part 2: Confessions

Hey guys!! A new part! Ok, I'm probably going to regret adding this up too early but I know if I don't add it I will not be writing for a while again. Guys, you don't know how much I want to write this story and finish it too, I will always try my best, if I do stop writing its because of other things going on that makes me unable to upload more, but will always be so greatful that I had you all read my story <3 Anyways, love you all, and just can't wait for the 7th to find out more of what Outerbanks will give us!! Hope you enjoy and hope it's not too badly written. Enjoy!!

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A catchment of light pours into the room. Kie’s arm was flung over her eyes, and she hums tiredly as she moves on the couch. Her eyelids still heavy from sleep, she tips her head up a little to take in the room quickly. Grunting, she stretches to loosen the tension in her muscles,  letting it melt away, and eventually she squeezes her eyes open to find the room practically empty. Just a dim bronze stream of light filled the room, peering through an old lattice window that stood by an old mantelpiece across from her in the room. The light, dusty, cast shades for color onto the floor, which formed intricate patterns onto the tiles. 

Her arm flung away from her face, and she props herself onto one side. She blinks and looks around..  just Malik’s old stash of relics and collection of ornaments laying around, the ones they’d taken a look at the previous night. 

She drops herself back into the couch- she remembers now, how they'd been stuck in this strange house, with these sketchy characters, while Rafe and her were waiting for the pogues to return back from Farrass’.  

She groans, begins to stretch, letting her arms come up, and her legs out, curling her tippy toes to reach the armrest, and pressing them tightly back against the fabric of the armrest. As she’d thought- they could be stuck in Morocco for some time- longer than they’d anticipated… how was she not surprised by all this? They’d been kind of like magnets to these kinds of situations. 

She felt her head a little less wozzy, so she glances around again, and makes out the outline of someone she hadn’t noticed in the room before, sitting across from her on a couch. She blinks and props herself up unto an elbow, realizing it’s Cleo sitting with an old leather book in her hand, gazing down at the crinkly pages, an apple held in her other hand. Kie rubs into her eyes, Cleo hears her, and her eyes come up to meet Kie’s. She pauses, but continues munching on the apple. Their eyes fix.

“Morning to ya, Kiara.” Cleo says, tone a little steely and serious. “Did ya sleep well?” She shifts on the couch, and Kie could sense the tension, a difference in Cleo’s composer… she’d seemed slightly uptight. “Hope nobody kept ya up.”    

A look of confusion sparks on her face, and as she’s about to open her mouth and respond, she hears the sound of boots echoing into the room. She turns her head, and finds JJ and Pope entering in, and that’s when it hits her… and she tenses up... had they known she’d fallen asleep on Rafe… 

The worry begins to seep in, her heart pumping a little faster, pounding harder in her chest… she knew she needed to say something, but for now remained quiet, collected..

JJ utters something to Pope, unaware Kie had been awake, in which Pope replies something back.

“The scroll lacks the detail we need JJ, that’s what I’m saying-” 

“But we’ve got records, right?- we can go by that. We’re not waiting for him, Pope-” JJ demands.   

“I don’t think you've grasped the situation, JJ- we have literally no choice-” Pope groans, irritatedly. “You made a deal with the guy- I distinctively told you not to- but as per usual, you never listen to any of us- and now he's out there with Malik, with the other part of the scroll we need -”