The Spare To The Throne

Chapter 12: Dollface

It was little over 5 hours when I finally got back to queens New York. I stole a glance at my taxi driver who had bags under his eyes. The poor guy looked tired and I felt bad about it. We pulled to the side of my building and my heart began to race in my ears. I was finally here.

As I stepped out of the taxi cab, I could only hope that my phone and personal belongings was still at home. A gut feeling told me it would still be there, because Romeo probably "handled" the situation instead of letting the police take care of it. I still thought about what exactly he did for a living. I shrugged the thought off. It was no longer my problem. I didn't plan on seeing Romeo ever again and after this, I was going to move away to California.

"Have a good one." The driver greeted. I wished him the same and padded up the stairs into my building. It was practically almost night time now, as darkness now begun to take over the sky. The stars were no longer visible in the horizon die to brightness of the city lights.

Nearby cars in the city street honked their horns as they drove by, but still I didn't feel safe. I planned on checking in into an hotel if my phone and wallet was still in the house. I would wait out in a hotel until my flight was ready to go to California. My heart thumped in my chest as I entered the familiar building. I had only been gone for a week, yet it felt like ages, as I entered and went up the elevator to my floor.

I knew my penthouse wasn't safe for a variety of reasons. If the people Romeo called the blackguards were able to find me, and so was he, I knew for a fact that staying here could result in danger. My palms began to sweat as I turned a corner, and walked down a hall. I was so close to my door now.

When I finally reached the door to my penthouse, I crouched down, fetching a spare key I had kept in a decorative flower pot outside the door. My fingers clung onto the familiar jagged metal edge of the key, and I almost wanted to cry with joy. Slowly, I inserted the key into the lock, twisting it until I heard the familiar "click," that told me the door was now unlocked.

The house looked as if nothing had ever happened to it. Romeo. I thought. There were no traces an attack had even happened here. I shut the door  behind me. It was crazy how my own home felt so foreign to me. How I felt like an intruder in my own place. Walking past the place on the carpet where a blackguard was shot dead, I stared at the floor. Not a speck of blood could be seen anywhere. Making my way into my room, I notice that my broken glass windows were now fixed and replaced. I entered my bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit behind my sink cabinet. I winced in pain, as I sat on he toilet seat to treat my cuts and wounds. My cut torso had sealed itself with dried up blood but I wiped it away ti treat it.

Quickly I treat the rest of my bruises and bandage it. Once done, I got up and made my way to my closet, grabbing a suitcase and a bag. My heart raced with fear as every second passed by. I was half expecting a blackguard to suddenly show up out of no where or for Romeo to pop up and kidnap me again for running away. I could already imagine the anger in his eyes. Would he choke me again into unconsciousness or worse, kill me?

He's a psycho Farrah, a crazy psycho!

Carelessly, I rapidly fling clothes into my suitcase, not caring to fold them. I notice my phone on my bed side dresser, remembering that's not where I left it. Grateful and not caring at all, I slip it into my back pocket. I grab its charger along with my purse and many other belongings and check for my wallet. It was there. I smile, grabbing everything and making my way to the front door.

I was practically running out my pent house, and by the time I got out, a sense of relief washed over me. I exited the building and summoned a taxi by the side of the road to take me to a hotel that was a good distance away from my house. The yellow cab pulled over for me and I quickly entered it with all my luggage.