Diary of the Mistress
The sun had set since my arrival, the sky now dark with stars scattered across it. My hands were wrapped tight around Ashton as she rested silently in front of me, the bright crescent illuminating the dark bedroom. No words had been exchanged, only occasional glances. So badly I wanted to ask the questions etched into my mind, but it wasn’t the right time. My eyes burned as I stared out the window, my body begging to sleep but I refused the pleas. From the slight clutch onto my fingers, I knew Ashton was awake as well, most likely her brain was working overtime too, how it could not be.
Clearing my throat, I slid my chin onto her shoulder, inhaling the fruity perfume that she always wears. “You wanna eat something?” I asked with a crack in my voice.
Ashton remained silent, simply shaking her head back and forth and squeezing my arm tighter around her.
Taking a deep breath, I didn’t move, letting my fingers intertwine with hers as I worked up the confidence to ask the questions that had been dying to come out all day. “You know, Ash, you can talk to me.” I whispered, licking my lips.
Sitting up, I lifted my arms from under her body, forcing her to sit up as well. My hands rested on her shoulders, slowly turning her weak body so that we were face to face, even in the dark room her brown eyes were visible. Brushing my hand along the side of her cheek, I cupped her jaw and pressed my lips together, thinking of what to say next.
“Ashton, I need you to tell me who did this to you.” I murmured, trying to keep my voice down even though I was growing frustrated, my orbs glued to her swollen shut eye that was black and purple.
Dropping her head, Ashton refused to look at me, her body shaking as she quietly sobbed. I felt my temper rising as her arm moved into the moonlight, the bruises now easier to see, only making me angrier. Shoving my fist into the mattress, I stood to my feet, snatching my jacket from the nightstand and sliding it onto my body.
“I’m going to the store, I’ll be back.” I mumbled, pushing my hat down over my eyes and walking out of the door, knowing that she wouldn’t have responded anyways.
Looking on the side coffee table, I grasped onto Ashtons’ house keys, sliding the key ring onto my finger and stuffing my feet into my loosely tied sneakers. The rest of the house was dark as I paced towards the front door, clutching onto the knob and turning it until it opened. Using the lids of my eyes to shield the bright hallway light, I squinted, turning my back and fidgeting with the keys until I found the one to lock the door.
Jingling the handle to make sure it was secure; I turned on my heels and headed towards the elevator. The whole building was silent, pulling my cellphone from my pocket as I waited for the cart doors to open, the LED clock read ‘7:43 P.M.’. Hearing a ‘ding’ noise, I stepped into the elevator, staring at the top of my screen to see that I had 14 missed calls. Huffing, I rolled my eyes with annoyance, knowing that the only one to call me that much would be Ellie. Slowly reopening my eyes, I saw splatters of blood dried onto the tiled elevator floors, my blood beginning to boil once I realized that it was from Ashtons’ body. Shoving my finger against the open button, I walked out into the lobby, pushing the door open and skipping down the steps.
The streets were dead, barely anyone on the sidewalks as I turned the corner, sliding my freezing hands into the pockets of my jeans and speeding up my pace. I saw a drug store at the top of the street, my targeted destination.
Walking into the quiet and dimly lit pharmacy, my body instantly warmed, looking at the front cash register to see an old woman sitting behind the counter, a worried expression on her face. Flashing a small smile of reassurance, she seemed to calm, my feet moving forward towards the bandage section. Looking at the different brands and sizes, I grew confused and overwhelmed, unsure of what Ashton needed to heal. Headed to the front, I cleared my throat before speaking, the old woman glancing up at me.
“Um, excuse me-.” Before I could get my question out, another woman was interrupting, glancing over at me with a smile.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” She said in an apologetic tone, bouncing a little boy in her arms, her brown eyes piercing and beautiful.
“Nah, its fine. Go ‘head.” I mumbled, sliding my hands into my pockets.
“Thank you.” She smiled again, her dimples deeper than ever and her thick curly hair falling into her mocha toned face. Looking back at the pharmacist, the little boy with wild curly hair now resting on her shoulder, she began to ask her question, using her hands to explain. “My little boy has been running a fever all day, runny nose, sneezes, and coughs, all of that. Do you know the best brand that I can buy for him?” The mother smiled once more at me before following behind the old lady, her hand resting in the little boys’ chaotic hair.
Sighing, I knelt down in the aisle, picking up a bottle of peroxide and alcohol.
“Sir, what did you need?” The pharmacist asked, her voice slightly trembling as she pushed her glasses up from the bridge of her nose.
“My girlfriend, she got into an accident earlier today. I need something for her bruises.” I explained as best as I could, unsure of how else to say it without sounding like a woman beater.
“Follow me.” She said, motioning her small finger while she moved forward.
He walked towards me with a smile decorating his perfectly structured face, his hands grasping onto the thin material of my shirt, goose bumps forming on my body as I felt his fingers brush against my waist.
Batting my eyes a few times, I felt it was necessary to pinch myself, this encounter all too surreal. Licking my lips, I tilted my head, looking up into his breathtaking honey eyes, his orbs staring right back at me.
“Hey, baby.” He whispered, my heartbeat nearly nonexistent being that I never thought I would hear his voice again.
“What- I don’t understand.” I murmured, a slight crack in my voice.
“Shhh.” Leo simply said, pushing my hair back and pressing his soft lips to my forehead.
It all felt too familiar, too real.
My hands clutched tight onto his shirt, clinging onto him as if it would make him stay.
“I miss you, Leo.” My voice was muffled as I buried my face into his chest, inhaling the scent that always seemed to drive me wild.
“I miss you too, Ash. I can’t stay long, but I need you to do something for me.” Leonardo quickly said, softly stroking up and down the center of my back.
“Anything.” I managed to get out, feeling as if I were about to burst into tears at any moment.
Cupping my jaw, Leo pressed his forehead to mine, his eyes glossy as well. “I need you to let Chris help you, baby. For me. Let him help you, tell him the truth.” He whispered, brushing his long thumb along my cheek bone.
Hearing the locks shuffle from the front of the house, Leo looked up with his eyes growing large, his tongue trailing along his bottom lip. “I gotta go, Ash. But, promise me that you’ll tell him.”
“I promise.” I mumbled with hesitation, my heart aching as I realized that this was the last time that I would see him again, tears forming in my eyes.
“That’s my baby.” He breathed, holding the back of my head and softly pecking my lips. Loosening his grip from my face, Leo began to walk away, my head jerking back to hear footsteps headed towards my bedroom.
Before I could think straight, I felt his lips pressed up against mine again, his tongue plunging deep into my mouth and his hands clutching onto my hips. For a moment I was lost, confused, suddenly my lips knew exactly what to do, my tongue twirling with his and dancing. Leo pulled back, kissing my lips once more before flashing the smile that made me fall for him in the first place.
“I love you.”
“Oh, you’re up.” Chris mumbled, turning around to see bags in his hands and one clutched in between his teeth, his bright skin blotchy red from the freezing weather. Plopping down onto the bed, Chris began to rummage through the items, no sign of him witnessing what I just encountered.
Quickly turning around, he was gone but my lips were still swollen from where he had just kissed me, the tears that had been forming in my eyes now running wild down my cheeks. Tugging at the sleeves of my shirt, I wiped the water from my face, licking my lips as I came to terms with what I needed to do.
What I promised to do.
Looking back at Chris, he placed a Chinese takeout container onto the bed, hovering his hand over it and straightening up the messy sheets before returning back into the bag. Glancing up at me, he flashed an adorable grin, his dimples sinking in.
“I know, I know. You said you weren’t hungry, but I got you some meds and I don’t think you should take it on an empty stomach.” He mumbled, biting down on his bottom lip and raising his brows some. “Oh and before I forget, let me clean those bruises and cuts up some. I bought this alcohol that the pharmacist said was gonna help heal it or some shit.” He rambled, dropping his head and uncapping the alcohol bottle.
Standing up, Chris motioned his finger for me to come to him, his tall frame towering over me as he cupped my face in his hands. Softly pressing his finger to my swollen shut black eye that I knew was there but hadn’t had the guts to look at, I yelped out, pressing my lips together to conceal the noise.
“I’m sorry.” Chris whispered, his face only inches from mine, my eyes falling down onto his lips.
The temptation that I had for those lips alone.
Blotting the cotton swab with alcohol, he softly pressed it to my skin, my orbs traveling across his perfectly structured face, just realizing how beautiful he actually was. Chris chewed on the corner of his plump bottom lip, continuing to disinfect the contusions and cuts on my face.
“Shit.” I mumbled, letting my eyelids fall and pursing my lips tight together.
My heart nearly sunk as I felt his breath blowing onto the cool areas that he had just sanitized, his warm hands holding onto my jaws, the tips of his fingers softly stroking the back of my head.
“You okay?” Chris murmured sweetly with true sympathy in his voice, pushing my bangs from my face and softly kissing my forehead.
Grasping onto his jacket, I honestly didn’t want to let go, his touch comforting after Leo vanished from my sight. The feeling of insanity washed over me, almost as if I was losing my mind.
It’s impossible for Leo to come back.
But it felt so damn real.
Dropping his hand onto my hips, Chris pulled me into his chest, wrapping his large arms around my torso and hugging me tight. My hands locked together around Chris’ neck, my face buried into his chest.
Minutes had passed, the sound of Chris’ steady heartbeat seemed to momentarily calm me, but I couldn’t relax until I said the words on the tip of my tongue. Taking a deep breath, I slowly exhaled through my nose, closing my eyes as I parted my lips to speak.
“It was Abraham.” I whispered with a crack in my voice, my eyes still shut tight as I awaited Chris’ reaction.
Within an instant, his heartbeat became erratic, his body tensing up as he released his grip from around me. Clearing his throat, Chris rushed over to the bed, twisting the plastic top back onto the bottle and grabbing his hat from the chaos of blankets and pillows.
Sliding it on his head, he didn’t bother to look back at me, rushing out of the bedroom, his shoes making loud screeching sounds as he paced towards the door.
With trembling hands, I attempted to catch up with him, barely making it to the front door before he got it open. “Chris, wait!” I yelled a bit louder than intended, my volume the last of my worries.
Chris stood in place, his back still to me as he gripped tight onto the door knob.
“Please don’t do anything crazy.” I whispered, walking up closer to him.
Placing my hand in the center of his back, I forced him to turn and look at me. Chris reluctantly met my gaze, his beautiful brown eyes now hard and cold, his yellow skin turning a bright red color, almost as if he were about to explode. Sliding my hand into his jacket, I wrapped one arm tight around his built torso, our eyes still locked.
Resting my other hand on his chest, I could feel his heart pounding uncontrollably, his large hands rising to stroke the side of my face.
The side that Abraham used as a punching bag.
As I flinched from the pain, Chris tensed back up, pulling his fist down and shoving into his pocket.
“Eat. Don’t open the door for anyone. I’ll be back.” Were his last words before he turned away from me, the hall light that illuminated the dark living room disappeared as he shut the door, the locks clicking and clacking before his shadow vanished from beneath the wood, leaving me alone in the disturbingly pitch black living room.
Guilt kicked in as every scenario ran through my mind, a part of me wishing I went against Leos’ wishes and kept the identity of my attacker to myself. Maybe Chris wouldn’t be in this predicament.
I am not his responsibility.
My feet slammed hard against the scuzzy New York streets and sidewalks as I rushed home, my normal traveling route wouldn’t be by feet but tonight I needed the fresh air.
I needed the time to think.
Pounding the palm of my hand against the street light, I impatiently waited for my turn, traffic busy in this area since it was a Friday evening. Stuffing my hand into my pocket, I grasped onto my phone, pulling it out and unlocking it.
Squeezing the phone in between my shoulder and ear, I listened to it ring, quickly looking both ways before darting across the street.
“’Sup, man.” Michael answered, background noise of a party behind his voice.
“Shit, man. Yo, can you go somewhere quiet? I need to holla at you ‘bout something.” I mumbled, catching my breath as I sped walked up the block.
“Alright, hol’ up.” Mike grunted, a few moments later I could hear that he had went somewhere private, my cue to begin talking. “What’s going on?” Michael asked with an echo, almost sounding as if he were in a bathroom or hallway.
“You know where that bitch nigga lives at?” I questioned, my heartbeat increasing just by the thought of him.
“Abraham.” I snapped, instantly feeling like a dick for being rude to Michael, my last intention. Lowering my voice, I inhaled the relatively fresh air, licking my lips and regaining my composure. “Sorry, man. It’s just-.”
“Don’t even worry about it.” Mike interrupted, sounding a bit irritated but he had reason to be. “I ain’t never been inside his place though, one time I went with him cause he had to drop somethin’ off for his kid. It’s uh-.” For a moment the line was silent as Michael racked his memory, my nerves growing impatient but I contained them.
To my surprise, I was already on my block, rushing up to the front of my building, waiting for Mike to speak.
“Yeah, It’s up on Lenox and Firth. It’s a blue house with white shudders, I think. Why you askin’ though?”
“Because-.” Glancing up to see Ellie and I’s apartment light on, I knew no good could come of it, my eyes quickly rolling. “I’ll explain it all to you later, but thanks, man.”
After saying goodbye to Mike, I repeated the street names over and over in my head, shoving my key into the doorknob and twisting it. To my dismay, Ellie sat on the couch with a scowl on her face, the house completely silent and still.
I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, sweat forming in the palms of my hands. Choosing to stay silent, I closed the door behind me, pulling my jacket off and walking towards the back of the apartment.
“Where in the hell have you been, Chris?” Ellie asked with a shake in her voice, almost as if she had been crying, my one weakness in our relationship.
Refusing to look at her, I continued to the room and threw my jacket onto the perfectly made bed, turning to the drawer to see Ellies’ reflection in the large mirror attached to the wood dresser. Glancing up, I saw her red and puffy eyes, a small frown on her face.
“What’s wrong with us, Chris?” She sobbed, her green eyes now glossy, tears escaping down her perfectly shaped cheek bones.
Sucking my teeth, I pulled out a pair of dark sweat pants, throwing them onto the bed before grabbing a clean shirt. Turning around, I pulled my current shirt off, sliding the clean one on before walking towards Ellie, feeling guilty for my sudden disregard to her feelings.
“Come here.” I sighed, reaching my hands out palm up, waiting for her to fill the empty space.
Without another word, I pulled Ellie into me, locking my arms around her shoulders and resting my chin on the top of her head. Moments had passed, our bodies pressed together as I inhaled her perfume, all the reasons why I loved her became familiar again, my heart growing weak for her.
Too caught up in the moment, I began to lose track of time, Abraham reappearing back in my thoughts. Pulling back, I let a small smile fall onto my face as an attempt to calm Ellies’ worries, brushing a curl from her eyes. “I gotta go, babe.” I murmured, taking a deep breath before bending over and softly kissing her lips.
Stroking the nape of my neck, Ellie kissed me more hungrily than I intended, her hands traveling up and down my body as a ploy to distract me from my plans. Clutching onto her fingers, I slowly pulled them away from my abdomen, parting my lips from hers with my brows low. A slight laugh fell from my mouth as I looked at her now blotchy red skin, using my thumb to wipe her gloss from my bottom lip. “Babe, as much as I wanna do that.” I smirked, bringing her fingers up to my mouth and softly kissing the tips of them. “I really gotta go, but I’ll be back and then we can do that. Over and over and over again.” I grinned, raising my right brow as I seductively examined her unbelievably curvy body. “I love you, alright.” I mumbled, gripping tight onto her waist and kissing her forehead before walking away.
Pulling my jeans off, I adjusted the elastic of my boxer briefs before sliding the black cotton sweats on, tying the string around my waist before snatching my deodorant from the dresser top.
“Where are you going?” Ellie investigated, crossing her arms over her busty chest and walking behind me, her reflection staring back at mine through the mirror.
“Out.” I simply said, rolling the deodorant under my arms before capping it and placing it back on top of the dresser.
“Out where, Chris? Why the sudden secrecy?” Ellie pressed, her eyebrows now diving deep with a slight crease in between them.
Throwing my head back, I sat down on the edge of the bed, pushing my feet into my sneakers and letting them fall back flat onto the floor. “Alright.” I surrendered, grazing my lips with my tongue before continuing. “If you must know, I got to go and handle some shit. Ashtons’ boyfriend came by earlier today and beat her. Like fuckin’ bruised her face up.” I said, my temper seeming to rise every time I thought about the blood on the elevator floor.
“So…” Ellie trailed off, walking in front of me, she rested her back against the dresser so that she was able to look me in my face.
“What do you mean so?” I challenged, quickly looping the laces of my sneakers.
“I mean that’s not your responsibility Chris. Ashton isn’t your responsibility. We are.” She yelled, sounding like a pathetic child vying for my attention, her hand resting on her flat stomach that would soon be growing with my child inside.
Feeling like something snapped, I rushed over to her, cupping her face in my hands. Softly stroking her cheek, I clenched my jaw tight, ashamed to even admit that I love her. “You see, that’s exactly why we are having these problems.” I said in almost a whisper, my temper now through the roof. “You’re just so fucking selfish.” I growled, spitting the venomous words from my lips as if it were second nature, disgusted by her sight alone.
It broke my heart to know that she was capable of having such hatred inside of her body, no woman or person alone deserves to beat, my future wife of all people should share the same beliefs as me on topic such as these.
Snatching my hoodie off the hanger, I glared at her, throwing a skully on before walking towards the door. Rolling my eyes in full view, I wanted her to know how upset she had made me; any person with a heart wouldn’t have let those words escape from their lips.
“Don’t wait up.” I spat before storming out of the room and house completely, flicking the lock on the bottom knob and slamming the door behind me.
The cold air slapped me hard in the face, the winds now gushing, making the thin material of sweat clothing useless on my body. Pulling on the strings of my hoodie, I repeated the street names over and over in my head, the thought of flagging a taxi was quickly erased from my mind, considering the chance of being seen by anyone would be too careless.
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I glanced down at the time to see that it was going on ten o’clock, the later my arrival the better. Dialing Ashtons’ number, I gripped the phone with my now numb fingers, the cold air continuing to dry my lips, making me feel a constant need to lick them.
Needing to hear her voice, I waited and listened to the phone ring and ring, my leg anxiously shaking as she didn’t answer, her voicemail picking up.
“Hey, where are you? Call me now.” I said after the beep, my words exasperated as I fought to speak through the wild winds.
Feeling unsettled, I redialed her number, holding the phone to my ear and listening to it ring and ring again. “Shit.” I muttered, ending the call and going with my gut feeling.
Walking into the dark house, I squinted my eyes in attempt to see, Ashton nowhere in sight. “Ashton.” I yelled, my voice echoing throughout the rooms.
Not hearing a sound, I grew worried, my mind jumping to the worst conclusions.
I will kill him if he touched her.
“Ashton!” I hollered louder this time, my pace quickening as I rushed to her bedroom. Glancing over, my heart began to beat back to its normal rate, Ashtons’ body glowing under the moonlight.
Softly rubbing her leg, I sat down on the edge of the bed, watching as peacefully slumbered. Going against my better judgment, I gently shook her, Ashton grumbling but slowly opening her eyes.
“Chris?” She yawned, using the back of her hand to wipe her bloodshot eyes.
“Yeah, it’s me.” I smiled, admiring her adorable sleepy face. “I called but you didn’t answer. I got worried.” I quickly explained, a smile still covering my face.
Sighing, Ashton used her fingers to tame the wild hair that she had gained while sleeping. “Chris, you don’t have to worry about me. Don’t get me wrong, it’s so sweet, but I- I’m not your responsibility.” She whispered, saying the exact words Ellie had recited earlier, almost as if she had overheard our conversation.
Shoving my fists into her incredibly soft bed, I scooted closer to Ashton, her legs crossing Indian style to make room for me. “Listen to me, Ashton.” I mumbled, turning some so that one of my legs was resting in the bed and the other was dangling off the side. “You may not be my responsibility, but I want you to be. I want to look after you. I don’t know if it’s because I have these sudden feelings for you or what. But- you need someone to have your back. Everyone does. I can be that for you, I will be that for you. I don’t expect you to do anything in return, just let someone take care of you for once, Ash.” I whispered, my foot tapping against the floor.
Stroking my cheek, Ashton flashed a beautiful smile, one that can make hearts melt. “Thank you, Chris.”
After a moment of gazing into one another’s eyes, Ashton leaned forward some, my palms growing moist as I met her halfway, filling the gap in between our faces. Tilting her head to the side, Ashton shut her eye; mine still wide opening and staring at her lips that felt like they were made for mine. Chills ran up and down my spine as I did what had been on my mind for so many days, pressing my lips to hers.
Holding onto the back of my head, Ashton’ slightly parted her lips, giving me permission to enter. Doing just that, I slid my tongue into her mouth, a slight moan escaping from her lips, letting me know she wanted this just as badly. Not wanting to hurt her, I kept one hand in my lap, the other gently clutching onto the tip of her chin.
After a few minutes of gentle kisses, we both parted ways, Ashton smiling wide at me, my lips curling into a smile as well. Feeling a bit frustrated after my encounter with Ellie, perhaps that was what I needed, my spirits uplifted from the innocence and pureness of our fresh relationship.
“I’ll call you later, alright?” I whispered, half of Ashtons’ face was lit up by the moonlight, the other half dark and hidden, almost like the part of her that I don’t know, dark and hidden, but I’m so determined to find out.
Standing to my feet, I smiled once more before walking towards her bedroom door.
“You’re going home?” Ashton hesitantly asked, turning on my heels I looked towards the bed to see her staring at me.
“Uh, yeah.” I lied, the small crack in my voice almost giving me away. Clearing my throat, I forced a smile onto my face, not wanting Ashton to find out about my plans, knowing that she would try to halt them.
“Come by tomorrow?”
“Of course.” I grinned, scratching my forehead, my nervous twitch. “I’ll let myself out.” I sighed, waving at her before walking towards the door and out of the house.
The streets were dark and silent, almost creepy silent, the type you see in a movie and know that something dangerous is about to take place.
It was definitely that type of silence.
Seeing a blue house, I knew that had to be the one Michael had described, turning at the pathway and pulling my hands from my sweater pockets. Flipping the gate latch, I eased it shut behind me, taking a breath of confidence before inching up the steps. As I raised my fist to pound on the door, a banging noise shook my thoughts, glancing over to see something I hadn’t expected.
Quickly dropping my hand, I looked back at the house, realizing it didn’t have shudders at all, the main decoration that Mike had described during our phone conversation earlier.
“Shit.” Whispering, I rushed from the stoop, nearly twisting my ankle on the steps. Pushing the small picket gate open, I walked across the dead streets, seeing Abrahams’ unmistakable bald head and broad shoulders heading back up towards his house.
The one with the shudders.
Pursing my lips, I ran through the mushy grass that the sprinklers had soaked, pulling my hoodie over my head and beanie down over my eyebrows. Before I could make it to the porch, Abraham was closing the front door, an opportunity missed.
Not caring about waking the neighborhood, I bolted up the porch steps, balling my fist up and banging it on the maple wood door. Within a second, Abraham appeared at the threshold in a thin tank top and plaid pajama bottoms, a slight grin on his face.
“Can I help you?” He asked with a deep husky voice, a bruise on his face.
“Yeah, you’re Abraham right?” I asked just to be sure, growing impatient in the few seconds I waited for him to answer.
“Yeah, who wants to know?” Abraham asked, peaking his head out some to look around the lifeless streets.
“Me, motherfucker.” I growled, raising my fist and slamming it into his face.
Abraham stumbled back from the impact, his hands grasping onto the side of the door to regain his balance, only to be knocked down again. Falling onto the perfectly shined wood floors, Abraham hit his head on the steps, looking up at me with fear in his eyes.
The same fear that Ashton felt when he attacked her.
Lifting my foot, I forcefully slammed it into his rib cage again and again, watching as he begged and yelped out in the quiet home.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch.” I grunted out of breath, bending over to let my knuckles meet his smug face again.
Punching him in the mouth, Abraham spit up blood, bruises already forming on his face, my knuckles splitting and bleeding as well.
“Abraham?” I heard a woman yell, my eyes darting up to the top of the staircase to see a light being flicked on.
Decking him a few more times, I clutched tight onto the already ripped cotton tank top, lifting his lifeless body up to look up at me.
“Look at me, bitch.” I whispered, spit flying from my lips.
Hesitantly meeting my gaze, Abraham didn’t look the same, almost unrecognizable, his face badly beaten. “Don’t you fuckin’ touch her again, you hear me?”
Remaining quiet, I raised my fist up to make my point clear, Abraham throwing his hand up in defeat. “I hear you.” He said with slurred words, blood dripping from his lips.
Hearing footsteps, I let his body go, a loud thump sound echoing throughout the foyer as he fell onto his back. Stepping to my feet, I rushed out of the door; my foot twisting the wrong way as I bolted down the steps, running into the gate as I attempted to escape.
Glancing back, my eyes met with the same piercing orbs as earlier, my heart nearly bulging from my chest as I realized that I was spotted. Cursing under my breath, I nervously flipped the switch and ran out of the gate, peering back once more before running off into the night.
What have I done?