falls instantly for her charms.
Perhaps I should wake Allana. Maybe she ’d put my mind at rest and tell me that I'm not about to be sent to Tartarus for all eternity. I reach for her door handle, but what if she confirms my fears and tells me my days are numbered? I release my grip and step away. I’d prefer not to know, I think. Shaking my head I turn back to the bathroom and go for the shower I’d originally planned.
The shower stream hits my skin and strokes every inch of my body. I close my eyes, and picture Josh stroking my arms and neck instead of this water. I imagine his lips gently pressing along my jaw and down my neck.
“Ah!” the water becomes freezing. I almost slip from the shock. I quickly shut the stream off and grab my towel, wrapping the fluffy embrace around me, still smiling at the image of Josh and me. I’m glad it’s replaced the one of Amora reaching for my throat.
I need some elixir to settle these nerves.
The front door opens as I get to the bottom few steps. The early morning light streams in illuminating the dark oak staircase and me wrapped in my towel. I shield my eyes and strain to see who is about to walk in, silently praying it’s no one I wouldn’t like to be practically naked in front of; which would be just about everybody in existence.
Amora stumbles in from another late night. Her blonde hair is now a freshly dyed scarlet shade as bright as it was in my nightmare. A shudder engulfs my body at the memory of her sinister appearance. Her eyes are nowhere near as focused as they were in my imagination. Instead they ’re glazed over, and her movements are sluggish. I guess she’s enjoyed her work this evening.
As she falls into the hall and trips back onto the front door, slamming it shut, she laughs, clearly with no idea what she ’s doing. Her eyes roll in their sockets until they rest clumsily on me
“ What the hell are you doing up?” She scoffs at me. “Shouldn’t you still be tucked up in your fairy sheets?”
“ I couldn’t sleep,” I mutter, walking past her, not wanting to engage with her any more than necessary.
“ What’s wrong, nightmares wake you up?” Her lips curl into a contorted smile as she crosses her arms over her chest and leans back against the door, no longer slurring or stumbling.
The dark shimmer to her dress darkens her eyes and adds an air of menace to her demeanour; like she ’d trap you then kill you, a black widow of the immortal realms.
I stand still waiting for what ’s going to come next; from her mocking tone, I know the nightmare jab wasn’t just a lucky guess.
“ You still thinking about your new boyfriend,” she teases. I shake my head and start towards the kitchen, not interested in her theories of my damnation for getting remotely involved with Josh.
“ You’ll pay for what you’ve done, you know.” Her voice becomes irritated at my insolence towards her.
“ Go to hell Amora”
“ No, sweetie, don’t you understand? That’s where you’re going, and straight there if I get my way!”
“ You don’t know what you’re talking about?” I only half believe what I’m saying. I’m beginning to think she has a lot of answers I could use.
“ Don’t I? You better hope Josh is worth your life” she slowly steps closer to me her voice becoming lower “because he’s going to be the last thing you ever do, and the first” she laughs at her own joke I turn away in disgust.
“ Maybe if you weren’t such a bitch Eros would want you and then we could get along with our lives”
Her laughter stops.
“You better hold on to some of that fight I swear to you, you’re going to need it”
I push past her as she shakes her head.
I stop at the entrance to the kitchen. Should I go get out of her what she knows? I look between the kitchen and the top of the stairs to where her door has just slammed. There’d be no point going trying to talk to her. I can’t believe a word she ever says anyway. I know
Perhaps I should wake Allana. Maybe she ’d put my mind at rest and tell me that I'm not about to be sent to Tartarus for all eternity. I reach for her door handle, but what if she confirms my fears and tells me my days are numbered? I release my grip and step away. I’d prefer not to know, I think. Shaking my head I turn back to the bathroom and go for the shower I’d originally planned.
The shower stream hits my skin and strokes every inch of my body. I close my eyes, and picture Josh stroking my arms and neck instead of this water. I imagine his lips gently pressing along my jaw and down my neck.
“Ah!” the water becomes freezing. I almost slip from the shock. I quickly shut the stream off and grab my towel, wrapping the fluffy embrace around me, still smiling at the image of Josh and me. I’m glad it’s replaced the one of Amora reaching for my throat.
I need some elixir to settle these nerves.
The front door opens as I get to the bottom few steps. The early morning light streams in illuminating the dark oak staircase and me wrapped in my towel. I shield my eyes and strain to see who is about to walk in, silently praying it’s no one I wouldn’t like to be practically naked in front of; which would be just about everybody in existence.
Amora stumbles in from another late night. Her blonde hair is now a freshly dyed scarlet shade as bright as it was in my nightmare. A shudder engulfs my body at the memory of her sinister appearance. Her eyes are nowhere near as focused as they were in my imagination. Instead they ’re glazed over, and her movements are sluggish. I guess she’s enjoyed her work this evening.
As she falls into the hall and trips back onto the front door, slamming it shut, she laughs, clearly with no idea what she ’s doing. Her eyes roll in their sockets until they rest clumsily on me
“ What the hell are you doing up?” She scoffs at me. “Shouldn’t you still be tucked up in your fairy sheets?”
“ I couldn’t sleep,” I mutter, walking past her, not wanting to engage with her any more than necessary.
“ What’s wrong, nightmares wake you up?” Her lips curl into a contorted smile as she crosses her arms over her chest and leans back against the door, no longer slurring or stumbling.
The dark shimmer to her dress darkens her eyes and adds an air of menace to her demeanour; like she ’d trap you then kill you, a black widow of the immortal realms.
I stand still waiting for what ’s going to come next; from her mocking tone, I know the nightmare jab wasn’t just a lucky guess.
“ You still thinking about your new boyfriend,” she teases. I shake my head and start towards the kitchen, not interested in her theories of my damnation for getting remotely involved with Josh.
“ You’ll pay for what you’ve done, you know.” Her voice becomes irritated at my insolence towards her.
“ Go to hell Amora”
“ No, sweetie, don’t you understand? That’s where you’re going, and straight there if I get my way!”
“ You don’t know what you’re talking about?” I only half believe what I’m saying. I’m beginning to think she has a lot of answers I could use.
“ Don’t I? You better hope Josh is worth your life” she slowly steps closer to me her voice becoming lower “because he’s going to be the last thing you ever do, and the first” she laughs at her own joke I turn away in disgust.
“ Maybe if you weren’t such a bitch Eros would want you and then we could get along with our lives”
Her laughter stops.
“You better hold on to some of that fight I swear to you, you’re going to need it”
I push past her as she shakes her head.
I stop at the entrance to the kitchen. Should I go get out of her what she knows? I look between the kitchen and the top of the stairs to where her door has just slammed. There’d be no point going trying to talk to her. I can’t believe a word she ever says anyway. I know
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