Play The Part (Player Next Door Book 3)

47 | She's A Maniac

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Chapter 47: She's A Maniac

Speed carried me down the stairs, taking me faster than I've ever rushed before. Across Luke's hallway and down his staircase. 

I've learnt the fastest way down a staircase is to not pick your legs up high on every step. Tiny little feet movements that get you looking like a human car on wheels. 

I gripped the banister as I went, not trusting for a second that I wouldn't go crashing down the carpeted staircase.

My mind was racing with thoughts of Luke. Was he safe? He was always so quick and capable when he rescues me.

Did he need rescuing though?

He wasn't really running for the hills when I saw him. But then again, I couldn't see much from his bedroom. It was dark, a tree was blocking half of it, and I don't have great eyesight to begin with.

Nor do I have a great track record of 'rescuing'... anybody.

But he was definitely talking to someone. 

Maybe the dark-haired person had a gun. That is not something I would've seen that would definitely imply Luke needs saving. 

A gun though?!

Jeez, if they're holding a gun, what would my presence do?

I need back up.

It's the only logical thing.

I reached the bottom of the staircase, took a right turn and hurried into Luke's kitchen. The perfectly displayed countertops with nice toaster, smoothie maker and appliances. The spice cabinet fully stocked. The fridge full of healthy and filling foods.

I digress.

I ran round the counter and gripped the countertop to not slip over. I yanked the cutlery cabinet open and rummaged around for knives.

Would a butter knife do?

No.

But then I saw the massive cutting knives in a wooden holder and reached out for one of those. I unsheathed it and held it up to the moonlight streaming through the kitchen window, watching it gleam against the silver metal.

Power.

Like a demonic Gollum, I felt the power overcome me.

"Fear not Luke," I whispered, trudging over to the front door, "I'll rescue you."

I took a deep breath and raised the knife in my hand, ready to wield it. I flung the front door open and marched outside.

The moonlight had made it easy to see around me. I saw Luke's shape in his front lawn and the shape of someone he was talking to. Someone shorter than him.

Someone more slender than him, and with long hair.

I approached them and, for a few seconds, no one noticed me. Luke was in a navy wool sweater with his arms crossed over his chest, while the person he spoke with was in an oversized coat.

That someone noticed me first and gasped, raising their hands to cover their mouth.

Luke turned around and seemed taken aback.

I continued to walk towards them, desperately trying to identify who he was speaking with.

"Step away from him," I ordered, before I realized who it was, "Bianca?!"