Igniting Sparks

Chapter 3.

Edited by KitWulf: 7-2-2020

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She had agreed to stay. She foolishly had agreed to stay! Why?!

It was the one question that kept running through her mind, driving her crazy as her thoughts were in complete overdrive. She wanted to run, cry, scream, anything, but she just sat on the bed, staring at the wall while her brain was close to a meltdown. She wanted to be angry at Lucas, wanted to feel that he had forced her to answer yes but he hadn't. She still had a choice and if she wanted to leave, he would have let her go. Azura was certain of it, yet she wanted to be mad at him so bad.

It was the easiest emotion of all, to just be mad at someone else, blame them for how you feel. She'd done it several times, but eventually, she had realized it, and became angry at herself instead.

It had been her choice to leave Greenwood. She tried to tell herself it wasn't good to stay at the place that had given her so many memories, good and bad. It was a constant reminder of what had happened and after trying to blame every single person there she knew, she left after the blame fell on herself. That had been a year ago.

A year...and she was doing worse than before she left. Lucas had been right about that. The fact that he had so bluntly confronted her with it still pissed her off, but then again, he never was one for sugarcoating stuff as she remembered.

With a groan Azura fell back onto the bed, exhaustion already taking over even though she had gotten up just a few hours before. She needed silence in her head.

A loud bang woke her up, making her sit up straight with sweat coating her forehead. Her heart was racing once again and her mouth felt completely dry. Azura groaned softly as she checked the time on her phone. It was almost four in the afternoon. Slowly she got back on her feet and shuffled to the door and pressed her ear against it.

It was quiet.

Her hand lingered on the door handle for a moment before she opened it as silently as possible and peeked around the corner. She felt like a complete idiot behaving this way, but she really didn't want to run into Lucas right now. Slowly she emerged from the bedroom and kept her eyes and ears open, ready to bolt the moment she saw or heard movement.

There was nothing.

"Lucas?" She called out to him before even thinking about it. She just concluded she did not want to see him and yet she calls out to him?!

There was no answer though. Azura breathed out a sigh of relief and slowly made her way downstairs. Now that she was ninety-nine percent sure she was alone, she might as well explore a little bit. After all, she had been stupid enough to agree to stay here, so that meant this would be 'home' for a while.

It was a quarter past four when she entered the kitchen and found the short note with a set of keys next to it. First thing it said was 'Front door' with a big arrow to the top key and underneath it said 'Kitchen door' with an arrow slightly smaller than the first pointing to the second key. Azura skimmed down to read the rest on the note.

Therapist!!!
Dr. Nicolai Jensen
555-016528
Call him! I'm at work till late. There's some food in the freezer.

Azura sighed and stared at the note for a while. It wasn't very personal, that much was clear. It was a relief to know he wouldn't be back till late though. The idea of having to see him right now made her stomach turn into one knotted mess.

She stared at the phone number and took a quick glance at the clock. It was agreed she could stay if she found professional help. Azura could still run... But where? Lucas's words had struck true. She had literally nowhere else to go, and Greenwood simply wasn't an option.