Beautiful Revenge

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Luna

Light streamed through the large french doors and shone right into my eyes. Fuck off sun. I clearly wasn't a morning person. I shoved the comforter down, swung my legs off the bed, grabbed my robe and walked out onto the balcony. We were in a really nice part of Paris. Parks we everywhere and provided a beautiful view. I grabbed the cigarette packet that I had left on the small glass table last night and lit the end. I held my breath in before letting out a thin stream of smoke.

I clutched the rail and stared aimlessly, lost in my own thoughts. 

Six months I had been here.

Six fucking months.

I hated it here. I hated having to look at that disgusting human being's face each day but I had no choice. I was trapped. I had tried to escape a couple times but each time I failed. Now, I was guarded constantly. I was never totally alone. 

Once I had finished my cigarette, I simply let it drop to the ground below. I chuckled inwardly at the thought that it may land on someone. Asshole move, I know. I listened out, trying to hear some sound that told me that my cigarette had found a victim but heard nothing.

I heard my bedroom door open but I didn't turn around. I knew it would be Liam. He would come and checked on me every morning. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. I let my head fall back on to his shoulder.

"I missed you last night." He said into my hair.

I sighed in response, trying not to think about how my skin crawled at his mere proximatity. He said this every morning. Every night he would ask me if I wanted to sleep in his bed with him and every night I declined.

"Let's go have breakfast." He smiled, holding out his hand.

I took it, forcing a smile. He led me down to the dining room where the cook had made waffles for us. I dug in, filling my mouth so I wouldn't have to talk.

"How did you sleep?" Liam asked.

I swallowed thickly. "Fine." I never slept fine. I was always plagued by nightmares. Thoughts of Harry and the rest of the boys rotting in cells somewhere in London. 

Liam nodded, believing me. Liam had provided a lush life for me the last six months. Expensive paintings hung on the walls, lush carpet covered the floors. Everything was flashy right down to the gilded door knobs. I hated it with fucking passion. I wanted to be back at the house. The house that had whiskey bottles and solo cups littered on the floors. The house that had band posters covering the walls. The house that held so many memories. I missed Harry's room. Even though it was messy as fuck, it felt like home.

"Want to do something today? Maybe go on a picnic?" Liam suggested.

"Sure.' I smiled weakly.

"Great! I'll have Onika wipe a basket up for us." He rose from his chair and walked into the kitchen. I got up from my seat as well leaving my barely-touched breakfast on the table. Someone would clean it up.

A couple hours later I decided to get ready.

I opened my wardrobe and I sifted through the many clothes that littered the rack. I settled for a black skater skirt that had a mesh covering with a skull pattern. and a black crop top. I grabbed my black spiked chucks and a thick gold chain necklace. 

I went back out to the kitchen and Liam guided me to the door. He drove us to a nice park in the middle of the city. There were a few couples sitting on the grass, feeding the ducks that paddled around in the small pond in front of them. This park was beautiful. I just wish I had better company. Liam spread the blanket out on the grass and started unpacking the contents of the basket.