Broken Hearted

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Nickolas

When I finally got out of shock, I went looking for her.

Where is she? I thought 

Then I thought of where she would go. Home. I ran all the way to her house- more like mansion.

 It was a huge white building with blue black shutters and balconies coming out of French doors from every bedroom. There was nothing in the driveway. Not a single light on. 

I called her on her cell phone.

No answer.

She always answers her phone, especially for me.

Angel

In the car towards Scotland was excruciating. I did't want to leave everything, yet at the same time I wanted to. To have a new change.

After the six and a half hour drive, we finally made it to our new mansion.

The three story house apparently has twelve rooms- including the master bedroom, of course for my parents.

Walking up the front steps, I surprisingly intrigued with the structure of it. The house looked like an antique Italian home. 

When I entered, the inside was beautiful. A maroon color walls with white border, filled the front hallway. Walking down, opened what I think is the family room- 52" HD TV was pinned up on the wall to my left, black leather couches- one eight seater and a love seat- were lined across a wall to my right. But, what was straight ahead of me, was what really caught my attention. A spiral stair case, made of what I'm guessing is metal, I can't really tell. Ever heard of curiosity killed the cat, well now I am the cat- well except the killing part... 

Any way, I went up the spiral steps and came across this door. It had what looked like old Celtic writing on it. It said, translated, 'Protect and love with your life. Only let those you truly trust enter.' 

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