Chapter twelve - Eduard

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*the night before*
Outside of Jasper's room we go back to my car. It's already starting to get dark. I don't think it's a good idea for Olivia to be in the woods at this time. The way back would be completely in the dark and there are too many creatures out there. And not all of them are friendly. Believe me.

Me: Maybe we should go to my appartement instead of the hut. It's pretty late...

Olivia: Sure, why not

I open the door on Olivia's side and she gets in. Then I walk around the car and get into the drivers seat. We drive quetly. I guess we both don't know what more to say. After a few minutes her phone rings. I glance over and see it's Lucy. Olivia gives me an apologising smile and picks up.

Olivia: Hi Lucy

I can barely make out what Lucy says. She's got such a low voice.

Lucy: Hi...heard...what happened...
Tylor...I sorry...wasn't there...call...
need anything

Olivia: Thanks, I will.

Lucy: Again...so sorry...

Olivia: It's not your fault.

Lucy: see...tomorrow...

Olivia: Yeah see you. Bye

She puts down her phone.

Olivia: So where exactly do you live?

I grin.

Me: See for yourself.

We're nearly there. I park in front of a modern appartement complex and open her door. We go inside and through the lobby. Now that I think about it, it kinda resembles a very modern hotellobby. I stop in front of the elevator and push tje button. Up in the third floor we get out and I open my appartement. The hallway is quite short, 'cos there are only two appartements on each floor. (The first has only one and then of course the lobby.) And there are four floors by the way. Inside my appartement Olivia stops and looks around.

Olivia: Wow...

Me: You like it?

Olivia: Yeah...but I expected it to be more...hmmm...like the cottage.

She is right. Unlike the cottage, which is made of wood and looks-how do I say?-not so modern, my appartement is all white with light blue walls and a giant flatscreen. Not to mention the jacuzzi you can see through one of the glassdoors. Well not all of the doors are made of glass, but most of them. I see Olivia looking around with big eyes.

Olivia: You are rich!

I chuckle. Well yeah it's true but it's sooo cute how she says it!
I go over to my kitchen. It's more a part of the living room devided by a long white counter partly made of glass.

Me: You want somethin to drink?

Olivia: Sure

Me: What do you want?

Olivia: What've you got?

Me: Well basically everything. Juice, water, coke...or alcohol

Olivia: Coke!

I grin and poor both of us a glass. We sit down on my sofa and I give her one of the glasses. While she dribks I look at her. She seems pale. Very.

Me: Are you okay?

Olivia: I...Yes...No...I just...ugh I don't know it's just that I didn't expect him here. And he was so different. So...violent. He was never like that before...

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