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- Prologue!,(:
- Chapter One!,(:
- Chapter Two!,(:
- Chapter Three!,(:
- Chapter Four!,(:
- Chapter Five!,(:
- Chapter Six!,(:
- Chapter Seven!,(:
- Chapter Eight!,(:
- Chapter Nine!,(:
- Chapter Ten!,(:
- Chapter Eleven!,(:
- Chapter Twelve!,(:
- Chapter Thirteen!,(:
- Chapter Fourteen!,(:
- Chapter Fifteen!,(:
- Chapter Sixteen!,(:
- Chapter Seventeen!,(:
- Chapter Eighteen!,(:
- Chapter Nineteen!,(:
- Chapter Twenty!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-One!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Thirty!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-One!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Forty!,(:
- Chapter Forty-One!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Six!,(:
- Chatper Forty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Eight!,(:
CHAPTER FIFTEEN!(:
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“Come with me to your room!” Anastasia pulled Scarlet’s hand as she stumbled down the elongated hallways. Anastasia showed her where the kitchen was, the green house on the half room in the back, the indoor training room, the weapons room, the library, and tons of other things she didn’t even remember. She was going to get lost, and she was lost right now. “Anastasia, slow down please” John said, having been dragged along with them; his grip tightened on Scarlet’s hand. “My room is where exactly?” Scarlet looked around, and came to a stop when Anastasia did. “Right next to mine!” she said happily, and swung open the door to reveal a plain white room with nothing in it. “…where’s the bed?” Scarlet looked around. “You do that part yourself, sweetheart,” John laughed. “I’ll take you shopping tomorrow or something, okay?” “No! All the stuff she’s going to need is in the closet, it’s just packed into boxes so she can put them together on her own” Anastasia smiled. “How am I supposed to do that?” Scarlet looked for the closet. “It’s in the corner, and it’s walk in…and if you don’t get everything set up, you’re probably going to sleep on the floor” Anastasia smiled, and waved-then she was gone; leaving the door swinging open behind her. “Will you help me Johnny? Please?” she smiled at him, and put her hands on his chest. “Alright, fine, but we’re making the bed first so I can sit on it first” he gave her a sweet smile, and pulled her towards the closet on the other side of the room. “This room is huge!” Scarlet said, looking at the bedroom from the side where the closet was. “The closet’s huge too” John said, then towed out a large box that read ‘BED’ on the side. “Lets get started” Scarlet laughed, pulling apart the box. -- “We’re done!” Scarlet groaned, lying down next to John on the naked mattress. “Thank god, that was a lot of work” John laughed, then put his arm around her shoulders. “Where are the bed sheets though?” Scarlet sat up, letting John’s arm fall, and looked around. “They should be on the ground somewhere” John said lazily, closing his eyes. “John, get up so I can make the bed!” she hit him in the shoulder. “Well, I better get home Annie” John said, standing up. “But you’ll come back tomorrow night, right? So I can see you again? Please?” she wrapped her arms around him. “Yes, and if this first night gives you the creeps, I’ll see what I can do about staying the night here with you, alright?” John hugged her back. “Love you Johnny” she murmured. “Love you too, good night Annie” he kissed her forehead, and closed the door behind him as he ran out. Scarlet made her bed, and put on the pajama’s that she found in the closet. She wore a pair of long, soft, pants and a soft long sleeve shirt. She picked up her cell phone and read over her messages before putting it back in her bedside table drawer. She fished out her iPod and put in her headphones. “Over these past few years I feel like I’ve been cheating myself...”she sang, onlyto stop when someone knocked on the door. “It’s open!” she called, humming the rest of the song. | Oliver stood in, a pair of black boxers on his lower body and nothing above it. Before she could look up his arms were over his chest so she couldn’t tell whether he had 4 abs or 6. His skin was a beige color, borderline between pale and tan. His muscles were broad and flexed on his arms, his strong shoulders curved to fit perfectly into his upper chest and back. His boxers hugged his waist, sagging a little lower than the prominent v-lines on his hips.
She glanced up at where his eyes were supposed to be and gave him a questioning look. “Can I help you?” she asked. “It was you who was watching me, Miss Conrad” Oliver stated, and it looked like he was watching her through his dark hair. “Could you put a shirt on? And some pants?” she averted her eyes and watched her iPod instead. “As you wish” he walked out of the room. Scarlet watched his strong back, the way his shoulders flexed when he moved his arms, then he was gone. He came back in with a pair of blue pajama pants and a gray tank top. “And I expected them to be black” Scarlet said, putting her iPod next to herself on the bed and taking the headphones out. “My black ones are in the wash,” he retorted. “I just came in here to ask you some questions” “Like what?” she leaned against her black-metal headboard, the metal between the holding rods twisted and designed like vines with closed flower buds on them. “Oliver!” Anastasia called, running in to the room and hitting him. “Yes, Anastasia?” Oliver put a hand on her shoulder to hold her within arms reach. “Spencer wants to talk to you” she smiled. “Alright” he turned and left the room, not even saying good-bye to Scarlet. “Would you mind if I stayed?” Anastasia asked. “No, not at all, come on in Anastasia” Scarlet pushed her pillows up between her back and the metal. “Could I ask you some questions?” she sat down on the bed across from her. “Yeah, sure” Scarlet shrugged, and sat up to look Anastasia in the eye. “What’s your mom’s name?” she asked. “Marilyn Cross” she shrugged. “I thought your last name was Conrad” “It is, I was adopted” she shrugged. “And you knew that, all along?” “Of course I did, mom told me when I was 13” “Why?” “Because she thought it would be best for me if I knew, and I’m okay with it. It explained why we don’t look alike, whatsoever” Scarlet searched for her phone in the drawer and pulled up a picture or her mom. Whereas Scarlet had brown hair, Marilyn’s was blonde, while Scarlet had gray eyes, Marilyn’s were blue. “Do you look like your dad then?” “No, I don’t have a dad. Marilyn’s dating some jerk named Jared who hits me and bosses me around, but I wouldn’t call him dad to save my own life” Scarlet shoved her phone back in the “Scarlet! Get your fuckin’ ass out here!” Jared’s loud voice boomed from outside. |