Freeing Starr✔️

Chapter 11 ~ The real story

When I woke up the next morning, Zion was gone. I sighed in relief and ran a hand through my tough curls.

I relaxed in bed for a few minutes, enjoying my quiet solitude for as long as it lasted. The door downstairs opened and I sat up, blowing strands of hair out of my face.

"Starr?" Niah called out cautiously.

I stretched my hands above my head, yawning. I probably had a long day ahead of me.

"Starr!?" Niah's voice became more anxious and I sighed wearily. What did she think I was in here doing? Killing myself?

"I'm up here!"

I got out of bed and entered the bathroom, immediately looking at the full length mirror plastered against the wall.

I looked at the girl before me. Her hair was a bird's nest piled atop her head, her tiresome eyes had bags beneath them and her lips were dried and cracked. Her cheeks felt itchy from all the times she cried the day before as they puffed out in frustration.

She looked horrible.

I hated it.

Niah entered the bathroom behind me, eyeing my frame warily as if she was looking for bruises. Unfortunately for her, they already healed a long time ago.

"you okay?" She asked, "I heard what Zion did and I can't believe he would stoop that low! I had no idea something like th---"

"I'm fine," I said firmly, meeting her eyes through the mirror.

She frowned at the distant look in my eyes.

"Did he send you to get me for training?" I asked.

She shook her head, "No, today you're stuck with me. We're going to be talking about your duties as Luna since Zion wants you to get started as soon as possible."

"I know what a Luna has to do. I acted as my fathers' since my mother died," I felt a cold shiver travel down my body at the mention of my father.

"Okay....." Niah trailed off, "then you should know what to do but I'll just run over a few things with you as a precaution. I'll leave you to clean yourself up," she turned to leave.

"Is there a laptop or computer in this house?" I asked curiously, the thought of decorating the place a bit more circulating in my mind.

"Yeah, sure, I'll show you when you're done."

I sighed wearily as Niah left and undressed myself.

After about fifteen minutes of me just laying in the tub and relaxing, I finally decided to get out.

I dried myself off and wrapped the towel around me.

Upon entering the bedroom, I found Zion shuffling through our closet.

"What are you looking for?" I asked, my voice wary after the outburst that happened yesterday. I didn't necessarily regret what I said but I didn't want to deal with the abuse that would follow for what I did say. I kept my eyes lowered to the ground and pulled the towel tighter around my body.

I heard more shuffling before there was sudden silence. Then I saw his feet appear in front of me.

"Just one of my shirts. Did you sleep? You look a little pale." he said, running a finger lightly across my cheek.

I flinched away and walked around him, my eyes never meeting his. I entered the closet and picked a random outfit.

"Is there something wrong with my face?" Was the question that greeted me as I left the closet now fully clothed.