The good girl [ON HOLD]

EIGHT

Thump!

Ow! That hurt!

I felt someone push me roughly from the bed.

"What the hell?!" I yelled, annoyed.

I tried getting up but failed miserably. My legs were entagled in the sheets.

I growled frustrated and finally succeeded in freeing myself and grabbed the candlestick.

"That's not very lady-like, you know" he chuckled.

I growled out. "You" I seethed.

I snapped my head towards his tall figure leaning on the now open door. His blonde hair, messy. Probably because of running his fingers through his hair many times.

He was smirking while I glared at him.

Yeah, I hate him.

"What do you want from me?"

"Since you asked, well, nothing really but you did witness me beating that mole and I can't let you go for that. Also, I'm the leader of the blood moon gang. So, now that I've told my secret, you definitely can not leave this place" he gave an evil grin.

I found myself at a loss for words. He was the what?! I just don't believe it! Leader?!

The blood moon gang was the most deadliest gang. They defeated all the other gangs in the city. They were cunning and amazingly strong.

Also, I heard their leader was ruthless.

Yay. Happy day. Can this day get any worse?

His face suddenly turned serious, void of any amusement. I probably looked like a deer caught in headlights. I still could not get over the fact that he was the leader of the Blood Moon gang.

"I expect you to get cleaned at meet me downstairs " he said, interrupting my train of thought.
I scowled at him.

He just stared at me blankly and turned on his heel and left.

That was rude. I made my way towards the bathroom and locked the door behind me.

I looked into the mirror and I looked like crap. My brown hair in a bird's nest, tear streaks running down my face, my eyes red and puffy. Overall, I looked terrible.

I sighed and washed my face. I gargled with the mouthwash that I found on the sink and tried smoothening my hair using water.

I should really ask for my backpack.

Sighing, I unlocked the bathroom door and stepped out. I made my way towards the bedroom door and got out.

The corridor was long and slightly narrow. Its walls decorated with old paintings which were stuck to the wall. I examined them, they were absolutely beautiful.

One was of a black horse. It was beautiful. I found myself staring at it longer than I should've because I heard someone fake cough behind me.

I turned my head, my eyes landing on a pair of blue ones. He was short, with dark hair and his lips pressed in a thin line.

"He asked me to escort you"

I gulped and nodded and we started walking, me following in small steps behind him.