Arabella was a stranger to the feeling that was causing her body to visibly tremble. The girl was hungry and mentally exhausted from everything that had happened to her in the last 42 hours.
She looked up at the iron gates again and swallowed the painful lump that had grown in her throat.
Placing her hands on the white iron bars, she gently pushed one side open and walked in. She looked around now that she was on their property.
His house was absolutely beautiful. It was a waterfront property with a rustic, yet modern style to it. She had been there only twice before, the first time when they hung out and the second time when Arabella unexpectedly crashed his 17th birthday party.
Her hands subconsciously tightened their grip on the straps of her backpack. She wasn't ashamed to admit that all of her life she aspired to be wealthy to live luxuriously, but that's because she thought she deserved it after such a tough upbringing.
However, when she was with Maddox she forgot he was even wealthy to begin with. He never looked down at her or showed off how extravagant his lifestyle was like her past clients would. The boy was just too down to earth and too kind to care about doing anything like that.
She often forgot he was a pedigree kid.
Her stomach was violently churning while her long legs carried her across the green lawn with no pauses. She stepped on some beautiful flowers by accident and didn't look back at them.
Her chest was beginning to heave the closer she got to the large front door and her mind was telling her that it wasn't too late to turn back. She felt a sudden sharp pain in her chest and immediately put her hand over her heart which was rushing like crazy.
She refused to start crying, but the accumulation of fear and anxiety was building up within her and she was worried she would lose control.
Arabella had already lost bits of her self-awareness which was a rare occurrence in itself.
Slightly trembling, she looked at the wooden front door and examined the intricate floral carvings in it. The door was framed by a huge beige colored marble entry that left her speechless because it matched the stone floor.
Going into autopilot by swallowing her feelings of anxiety and fear, she rang the doorbell.
Her mind was rushing with the thoughts of Stanford opening the door and either breaking down before him or not knowing what to say.
She took in a deep breath and then exhaled smoothly.
"Hey, remember me? I lied about my age, we dated, broke up and now I'm fucking your son," She mumbled to herself in a perky manner.
She rang the bell again and hoped that someone was home because this wasn't about her or Stanford. This was solely about ensuring that Maddox was okay, and if she needed to fight for answers through his parents then so be it.
She'd either break down or stand her ground. There was no other way around it.
Becoming agitated with the delayed response, she was going to ring the doorbell again, but was stopped by the sudden voice on the intercom.
"Don't do that, can we help you?" The disembodied voice asked, sounding both stern and direct. Arabella didn't know who it could be. It wasn't a male and it wasn't what she remembered Nina to sound like.
She scrunched her face and looked around for the camera but couldn't find it.
"We aren't buying anything you're selling," the voice said.
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STARGIRL
General Fiction"Her lips are like the galaxy's edge, and her kiss the colour of a constellation falling into place" (AM). - Every time he looked at her, he could feel his heart breaking. She was the girl with the gleam in her eyes plucked from the stars themselve...
