Vad Bibes

▨4-Drowsy

As always, Lucas came running towards our car the moment we drove in. "Get ready to experience his episode 3 of season 2, I guess." Mathew chuckled while helping me to unlock my seat belt. "He cares about you, that's all."

"If only he had a good reason to convince me."

"Convince you for what?"

"For not leaving my back. No one knows what he actually wants from me-" I felt a grab on my arm, "So, when are you deciding to lower your attitude, Miss. Feyth?" I was interrupted by Lucas's strong voice trailed off with anger. It wasn't much comforting to look into his eyes. When he's mad, the words that he speaks out is uncontrollable. "Luke, I think it's-" I slowly get down from the jeep and stand up by brushing against his body, and surprisingly, he held me. His touch made me look at him. In his eyes, were only anger. I continued, "It's not a big deal that I was captured for a while. We had a plan B!" He put his hands down and rolled his eyes on me. "Are you trying to figure out what to yell at me about? Don't. I need a break." I wave my hands off in the air and walked towards the mansion by pushing Lucas with my right arm. Feeling a constant pain on my neck, I see my dad roughly taking long steps through the hallway. "Jesus, Roz. Are you okay?" He asks as he gets closer to me. He holds my hand and pats on my head lightly. I take a deep breathe, "Dad, I'm okay. Once in a while, it's normal to be attacked. It teaches."

"When did you learn not to be careful?" His voice got deeper and serious.

"It was unfortunate, dad. Be glad, Mathew and I created a plan B right on the spot." He stared at me and said, "I'm happy you're safe." I nodded, "Yeah, and uh, you heard about them-"

"Yes, I did. Poor souls.May they rest in peace." I whispered, "Amen." Dad held me by wrapping his arms around my shoulder and escorted to the direction of the living room. Two maids came across me with an aid-box. "I'm sure I don't-" I was cut off by Lucas, "You need that, smarty-pants." He sat beside me and continued, "Sit back relaxed." He sounded like a commander. I shrugged with annoyance, "Stop being a boss. Stop controlling me."

"I'm not being a boss." He said with a laugh, and continued, "What has gotten into you? You're acting typical." I looked at him as he stated my situation. He's right in someway. I am acting weird and I'm sure that something has affected me. I stood up in exhaustion when the maid was almost done cleaning up my mess of pain. "Where are y-"

"I'm going to my room. Please, don't follow!" I wailed out by cutting into Luke's question.

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I shut the door behind me, and fell on my couch. As my eyes closed in the feeling of drowsiness, the hazel eyes were the only thing that haunted me. I couldn't help, but melt into that. I might've have been tired for all the crap I went through, but I still wanted to dig in the fact about who that guy was, and why everything about him was bothering me.

"Who are you?"