Hideaway

Chapter |9|

Chapter |9|

My heart thrashed inside my ribcage and nervousness consumed me like never before as I took baby steps towards the door to my home for two months.

I wiped my sweaty palms on my sweat pants and took deep breaths to ease off the anxious feeling that was crawling up my mind.

Andrew had long gone after two more calls from his mother, leaving me to my doom all by myself.

Taking another calming breath, I twisted the handle to the door and opened it as quietly as possible.

Gently closing it behind me, I took in the place.

It was beautiful.

Clearly Daniel's family was rich. Hardwood flooring graced the ground below, giving it a pristine glow. Beige and caramel colored walls surrounded me with one of them having beautiful brown swirls painted on it.

There was a staircase with a glass banister that curved its way to the first floor.

The house was bigger than what it looked on the outside. As they say, never judge a book by its cover.

My moment of awe was interrupted as Mrs. Richards called out.

"Skylar? Are you here?"

The ball of nervousness came, drowning me in it once again.

The voice seemed to be coming from somewhere in the far right of the house. I carefully traced my way thought the corridor and found myself in a pristine kitchen.

It was in contrast to what the house had been decorated as. An emerald green marbled shelf adorned the appropriate place. The floor was also of white marble.

Mrs. Richards stood near one of the shelves, gracefully chopping vegetables as I cleared my throat, quite awkwardly. 

"Oh hey. Why don't you get all changed up? I'll be ready with the food by then," she glanced at me and sent a warm smile my way.

"I-uh...," I trailed off.

I smacked myself internally. Way to make a good impression Skye!

Seeing me trail off, she turned to me, with the same smile. "Do you need anything, sweetheart?"

Sweetheart. That single word got me even more determined to tell her the truth. She was a very beautiful lady, inside out and I wouldn't want to betray her in any way at all.

"Mrs. Richards, I wa-"

"Hey, no 'Mrs. Richards' business here, please. Call me Emma."

I smiled a little at that. My nervousness was slowly dropping away.

"Well, Emma I-uh wanted to tell you something," I spoke hesitantly.

She gave me a nod, encouraging me to go ahead.

"I....," I trailed of again. I tried to think of a way to tell it to her as she patiently waited.

After a few seconds passed by, with no idea entering my mind, I decided that it would be best if I showed her.

With that, I dragged the zip of my hoodie down, slowly. I didn't look up to see what Emma's reaction was. Honestly, I was scared.

Once I had removed my hoodie, I lifted my tank top and unbuckled my belts, exposing my flat stomach.

I let out a silent breath of relief as a cool breeze hit my torso, since the belts  pretty much restricted any air passage. I did the same with my thigh belts.