• Lane's face the entire time (comment if you understand which part I'm taking about!!! 😁😁😁) •
The morning came slowly. The rain stopped as the light of dawn rose. Katie's eyes flutter open, a yawn escaping her. She sees complete darkness. In fear, she immediately begins to feel around her. She feels the feathery soft covers.
I'm in bed? Katie's face scrunches in confusion, How did I get in bed?
Katie then reaches for a possible lamp on the nightstand. She frets it's cool metal and reaches up until she finds the switch, flipping the light on. The shocking brightness blinds the blonde for a few minutes but her vision comes back. The blonde looks around to see she is in the room she had been in before. She looks down to see she is wearing Lane's creamy white sweater and jeans, socks she now assumes that the baggy socks are his as well.
The memory of Warren's apparent death comes across her mind. Sadness fills her, leaving her sore on the inside. Her long time best friend whom was with her when her parents died and when her uncle, Gail, would be so cruel to her, is dead. She feels partly responsible, guilt pegging her chest. She brushes her hair back out of he face and looks over to see the empty space on the right side of the bed.
Is this my room? How did I get in here? I thought I fell asleep on the couch in Lane's office. Katie wonders, biting the inside of her cheek. Did Lane carry me? If so, where's he at? If not, still, where is he?
Katie looks around the room as if for the first time. The beautiful walls are wooden, carved beautifully. The bed has a canopy, like the one she used to have when he lived with her uncle, Gail. Only hers was a silky tulle fabric and was draped down over the sides of her full bed. She looks up to see the fine stitching above her.
Does he have a separate, more private room? Katie pushes the covers off of her legs and swings her feet over the left side of the bed, This room is so fancy! I couldn't imagine a room more fancy than this one...maybe in a 1950's movie.
Katie pulls up her baggy socks and stabs to her feet, feeling off balance for a few seconds. She begins to walk around the bed towards the door when she hits her right pinky toe against the hope chest. A small cry escapes he lips as she falls to the floor, grasping her toe. She pouts her lip and stands up, limping to the door. The blonde peaks her head out of the door, curious if anyone is up quite yet. The smell of stale coffee and cigarette smoke fill her nostrils. She snarls at the scent in the air due to her disliking to both smoking and drinking coffee.
Katie walks down the hall to the front room. A part of her hopes to see Lane sitting down next to her again another fireplace.
How many fireplaces does this place have? Katie arches a brow, Are the in every room or something?
The blonde sees Max, Axel, and Frankie gathered around the rectangular table that is supposed to be both the kitchen area and dining room. The three drink coffee and play a card game. Katie immediately notices that five out of nine of the group is gone. Margo lays on the red, velvety couch reading her book as she had the night before. Almost as if she hadn't moved at all.
"Where's Lane? Rebel?" Katie walks up to the large table, looking at their faces for answers. "Or Lola, Jett, and Phoenix?"
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She Belongs To Him
Fanfiction"I was safe the entire time, wasn't I?" Katie slowly asks, "I'm not trying to be cocky or anything, I'm just asking." Lane rolls his eyes as if it should already be obvious, looking back out onto the damp woods in annoyance. "What do you...
