Howl

Inside My Head

Y'know, I started writing this book on a whim but now that characters and stuff have been fleshed out considerably I can see what sort of direction I want it to take, even when I'm mostly just making it up as I go along😅

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Picture of Wiliam's mansion

Chapter Song: Nathan Sykes- More Than You'll Ever Know
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Chapter 30

By the time we had gotten to England I could feel a great sense of weariness weighing upon me. I had comatosely slept away a large chunk of the journey there, with Wiliam and Val attending to their own business beside me, or at the desk doing whatever during that time. I woke when Wiliam's phone rang shrilly beside me in his pocket and he answered sharply, all traces of emotion draining from his face and being replaced with a cold, cool slate.

He gave low instructions shortly before shoving it back into his coat and settling back in his chair. I closed my eyes and tried to doze off again, only to find that my mind was far too awake now. I slowly opened my eyes and saw that we were on the runway of Heathrow Airport. I sat up, my eyes pinned to the small window that gave me a glimpse of the outside. The sky was low and overcast, the ground damp from a past rain.

Men in fluorescent jackets waddled sporadically around, some driving small truck-trolleys with luggage, others waving long bright sticks. "Does Morgan know?" Val asked Wiliam, standing as the plane came to a standstill and a long set of steps appeared at the jets doors.

"No, and as doesn't need to either. She answers to me, not the other way around." Val shrugged before disappearing outside.

Wiliam held his hand out for me to take. I took it, strongly aware of the deadened sensation in my legs thanks to being sat in the same position for hours on end. He led me the the doors of the jet without a word. Chilly air breezed in with a strong wind. My hair blew, mostly in my face and my free hand frantically pushed it away as we descended. I shivered. It wasn't as bitingly cold here as it was in Alaska, but the wind was the sort that cut you to the bone at times.

"Stop dilly dallying," Val chided as he smoothly slid into a midnight black Mercedes Benz that was parked not too far away. I glanced Wiliam's way as he silently glided over, getting in and giving me an expectant look. I sighed inwardly and followed.

Around twenty minutes later we were slowly pulling through a pair of towering black wrought iron gates. On both sides were twisted, gangly trees that blocked any of the dim British sun. The car tires crunched on the dirt as we moved. Wiliam stared out the window on my left and Val was humming quietly to himself. I wanted to ask why we were here when we were meant to be finding my brother, but I couldn't really find the energy. Instead, I leaned back on the leather of the plush seat and watched the foliage of the trees whizz past, some occasionally brushing the window or tapping on the windscreen.

"Go to Marla's estate and tell her that She's here." Wiliam said lowly to the driver when he pulled up beside a large manor estate. I gaped slightly, ignoring the smirk that Val shot me. It looked like something out of Downtown Abbey with its regal architecture and grand size.

Val grabbed my hand and tugged me out. I saw that Wiliam had already exited and was ascending the stairs up to the slowly opening black gloss doors. They were least twice as big as him in both height and width. Val's hand was warm and comforting as he pulled me after him, up the staircase and after the disappearing Wiliam. The inside of the manor was just as impressive as its exterior; large sweeping ceiling with a stunning crystal chandelier that dangled delicately above us, adorned with thousands of tiny beads that reflected the dim light and left small jades of light on the dark wooden floor.