Red's Revenge || n.h.

8. Maroon {Lady}

8. Maroon {Lady}

►► “Baby Blue Eyes” by A Rocket To The Moon

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Niall’s familiar smell overwhelmed me when I woke up from my slumber. Opening my eyes groggily, I figured it was because hiss duvet was wrapped around me like a cocoon. Why did I end up here again? Oh right — he wasn’t here when I woke up, and I knew he wouldn’t mind getting inside his room to finish my nap. Jeez, I’m going past personal property here.

His sheets smell really good though — and I hope he won’t catch me sniffing on it like a druggie.

I pushed the duvet off me gingerly and slowly sat up, hearing muffled voices outside. Maybe Niall’s back and he’s got some company. It’s probably his best mates and the two girls from the British Intelligence. They’re really close and you could tell they’ve been through a lot of things together besides getting hung over at parties after shows (well, that’s how Niall had put it when he told me).

Should I go out? I’m never good with being around a lot of people. They tend to make me feel a bit paranoid, especially if I don’t know them well. And besides, Niall’s bed is really comfortable and mushy. I fall back down on his pillow and wrap the duvet around me. There’s nothing wrong with staying here…unless they want me around.

Niall’s probably telling them the story. It’s what they really want to know, anyway, ever since I appeared at Sheila Lockhart’s doorstep, told her who I was and what I wanted to do — something for the better good. Hopefully, Niall is right and they won’t disregard me after this like a used piece of tissue.

I may be Red’s daughter but I will never be my father’s daughter. I will never be. Niall has tried so hard to make sense to me that I am not the criminal Father has accused me of time over time, and even if his words haven’t completely convinced me, I will still try. By telling them what I know, I can help them put a stop to this.

I never thought saving lives would be one of my top priorities. Before, I only thought of getting out and running away from the hellhole and being free from all the pain and loneliness Father has casted on me.

Though he may be dead, but his spirit and anger still resides in Lance, and I hope it won’t place him in the same situation as Father. There’s always the choice of backing down, but I’m sure Lance won’t do that since he’s the only one left to continue what Father has started — he won’t mind me. He’s always been indifferent to me, and I’ll be nothing more than his useless sister who he thinks — hopefully — is still locked up in her bedroom.

I close my eyes. I should really thank Niall for being there for me and for not reacting like how Father and Lance did. But then again, he’s nothing like them and he isn’t even a sibling. I wonder if I can cook for him like I used to do for Mother…

I open eyes and abruptly, a cloudy shadow moves from the curtain-covered window and out of sight. My heart skips a beat and I immediately push away the duvet, stand up from the bed and head to the window. I push the curtains to the sides, but there’s nothing there.

Franz said that we are being watched for security purposes but…that one didn’t feel like it had anything to do with security. Or maybe it’s just me, being paranoid.

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There are those days where Niall is just a boundless form of energy, always making up or telling stories to tell, or almost literally bouncing around his room like he’s taken too much sugar intake. He would make me laugh, and it feels good because it’s been such a long time since I laughed this hard or enjoyed myself. The house of Dominique hasn’t felt real, genuine joy ever since the lady of the house died.