𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝; 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧

CHAPTER 4.

Lucia's POV:
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It was now later in the day, the sun was starting to set leaving the sky painted in a beautiful orange color. Most of the day I explored what this house had to offer and learning my way around the house. Chris just did his own thing. He pretty much stayed to himself.

I walked out from my room and downstairs. Staying up in my room the whole day was starting to get lonely. My stomach started to grumble and I was definitely in the mood for some food. I walk down the steps and straight into the kitchen. Chris was sitting at the counter eating something.

"Are you still hungry for something else?" I asked him while looking in the fridge for ingredients. I looked back at him once I got what I needed.

"Nah." Chris said and looked me up and down before returning to his food.

I rolled my eyes once again at this stank attitude. "Do you have a problem?" I faced him resting my hands on the island. Chris looked up and squinted his eyes at me.

"Fuck outta here." He turned his lip up at me. I looked around to see if he was talking to me.

"Listen I don't know what you're problem is but you got a-." I was going off when I was cut off with him walking over to me closing the space between us.

Chris leaned down to my ear, "Listen lil mama. I advise you to shut the fuck up." He looked at me one more time and walked upstairs. Feeling betrayed by my bodies response to him speak I continued what Iwas doing in the first place. The house was too quite for my liking, finding a speaker and a tablet I put on some music.

Rihanna's "Pour It Up" immediately started playing putting me in a good mood.

"Strip clubs and dollar bills, still got my money!" I sang along with her while cooking my meat on the stove.

"All I see is signs!" I yelled throwing it back on the air. Cooking with music- doing anything with music always makes everything better. In the background I could hear footsteps coming down the stairs, I was so caught up in my cooking and music I didn't notice Chris standing there. I stopped dancing and paused the music.

"What now?" I said with attitude all in my tone.

Chris looked at me for a few seconds before responding, "You doing all that loud ass shit, fuck you mean what now."

I made my plate, "Okay? I can do whatever the hell I want."

Chris smacked his teeth at me and my stubbornness before walking away. He mumbled something under his breathe and I didn't catch what he said. I rolled my eyes at him and his attitude, deep down knowing it turned me on. Rihanna filled my speakers again and I went back to doing what I was doing.

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It was 3:00 in the morning and I was wide awake staring at the ceiling. Being on this island was unsettling for me, the main part of it is not knowing what happened. How did I get here? Who brought me here? Nothing was adding up. Was my family worried about me? Did they know where I was? Questions on top of questions, so many questions I could start singing that one song.

The waves in the background were relaxing me, the sound of them crashing and then repeating all over again.  I tossed around in bed one more time before I finally decided to get up. I walked into my join bathroom flickering the light on.