Partners In Crime

6 ~ Secrets

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I broke his gaze immediately before turning and running back down the corridor as fast as I could. I practically jumped into my room before slamming the door and leaning against it, my heart beating through my ears.

Why the fuck did I think that was a good idea?! I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Instead I settled with hitting my head against the door, attempting to shake the image away.

Pull yourself together Lyra, it's none of your business, just get it out of your head!

Groaning, I pulled myself from the door and fumbled to the bed, pulling the covers over my head. Who was that girl?...I didn't even notice her come into the house! Was it his girlfriend? His wife? A prostitute?

Why did I even care!? But at the same time I couldn't get the image out of my head. I rolled over onto my side, his dark lustful eyes popping into my head.

Was I jealous? Surely not. That would be the definition of Stockholm Syndrome and I was not about to allow myself to feel that.

Just fucking go to sleep Lyra, better make the most of the comfy bed while you can...you never know, he could kill you tomorrow.

I almost laughed at the thought, as strange as that may sound. Marce was right, maybe he was fond of me...if he was a monster I would be dead by now...

With the image of Michaels dark eyes in my mind, I felt my eyelids get heavier and heavier by the second...

***

"Lyra...Lyra." I awoke abruptly to the sound of Marce's soft voice beside my bed, her curls pushed back into a tight bun today, her face wearing a calming smile.

"What is it?" My body sleepy and my voice groggy, my eyes having to squint due to the stream of light entering thought the curtains. Scratching my head lightly, I shuffled into a sitting position to try to wake myself up.

"It's 11:30 time to get up, you missed breakfast but Mr. Jackson told me not to wake you...I think he knew you needed the sleep."

So now he cared if I got my beauty sleep? What was wrong with this man!?

"Oh right, um is there somewhere I can wash?" I questioned realising I hadn't showered in 2 days, suddenly feeling dirty.

"Of course, just at the end of the corridor by the large door, the one with the gold trim." She smiled politely as she pulled the curtains back further to reveal the most beautiful view of the surrounding trees.

Shit. The door with the gold trim.

And just like that, my mind flooded with the image from last night, the way his eyes pierced into mine...

"Don't be long, Michael would like to speak with you and trust me...he doesn't like to be kept waiting."

He wants to speak with me!? Maybe I'll just never come out the shower.

Carefully I walked down the corridor, trying to avoid looking at that room as I felt my body shiver. I washed in one of the biggest showers I had ever seen in my life before getting dressed and leaving my wet hair to dry down my back.

Right Lrya pull yourself together. I sighed as I warningly made my way down the stairs and towards what I believed to be the kitchen. I realised how fast my heart was beating as I padded across the floor. This man really made me nervous.

"Do you feel better now?" Marce asked as she stood at the sink washing up. Intrigued, I scanned over the kitchen, and just like every other part of the house it did not disappoint.