The Rogue's Human Mate

Chapter 21

Noelle's POV

I looked through the barred window, watching water slide down the window pane.

My heart thumped uneasily inside my chest and I felt as if something was wrong. I shifted uneasily on the lumpy bed and the body next to me moved. I grimaced, looking at the girl that I was forced to share the bed with, with distaste but she only stared back with sleeping eyes.

I reminded myself that soon I was supposed to leave for Lily but my mind felt heavy with forboding. I felt danger lurk in the fringes of the black clouds and I didn't feel like risking it, even if the smell of freedom was like I was being relinquished of a hold that lasted over four years.

I looked to the girl before unfolding my legs in my sitting position and leaning over her. I safely moved over her and she barely twitched, landing beside the bed. Usually this room would be occupied with six other girls but they were in the kitchen cooking.

The door was unlocked thankfully. Most of the time Amelia locked some of the doors during the day, all of them at night. But it just so happened that my door's hinge was broken and not so obviously visible. The first night I left I scoured for metallic sheets so I made my own screw driver. From then on I had always thanked my father for being a mechanic and showing me simple things like how to handle a screw driver.

From then on I repaired it in case they ever did notice it, then made it easy to unrepair it when I left.

I pulled open the built-in drawer and grabbed the light make-up stored at the back. My hands smeared the goop all over eachother and after I felt it was rubbed in enough, I checked to see if my scars could be seen. I smiled with satisfaction when I saw that the little white scars had disappeared behind a layer of foundation and blew on my hand to make it dry quicker. If it was to brush against someones hand and they realized, well, least to say I would be questioned a great deal as to why my hands had makeup covered all over them. But right now that was the least of my problems. Right now, I had to get out and distract them so I could get out quick enough.

I walked down the hall, feeling as if the grubby white walls were staring at me and into my soul, knowing what I was about to achieve. Was it even possible to feel a walls stare? Could walls even stare?

The warmest clothes I had was a flimsy jacket that couldn't keep out the cold and a tight skirt that came down at mid thigh. My only pair of shoes were cheap and were the height of skyscrapers. We had no socks. No woolen coats. No beanies.

A memory came back to me. I was standing with my mom in the snow, my boots covered with white sheet of powder. But I wasn't cold. Instead, I was boiling hot and the itchy gloves that covered my small hands bothered my skin. I grabbed at them irratatedly but my moter grabbed my hand, telling me to keep them on, saying that my fingers would fall of if I didn't do as I was told.

At this moment, a pair of gloves, even if they were a small kiddies size that had itchy fabric and were bright pink fluffy things, I would have worn them.

I didn't linger on my memories and pulled my mind out of the dark box that I kept locked away in the deep corners of my mind. Now as I descended the steps, I grabbed my brigthtest smile and forced my shivering body to stop, to actually look as if I were happy and not a depressed little girl.

"Hey Noelle!" Chirped Stella who was sitting in the Meeting Room along with a few other girls. I turned to the young girl clad in an outfit that could have been classified as a swimsuit made for a five-year-old. It looked as if she didn't care about the iciness seeping from the four walls that constantly surrounded us, and smiled as if her life had made a turn for the best. I hope my smile mirrored hers.