Chapter 5

• Louisa's POV
• The rain stopped as I got out of the house.
• Walking on the street, I felt that I was slowly losing all my senses to the darkness.
• I didn't feel anger, shame, coldness or anything.
• I couldn't even feel the weight of my body.
• I felt that I was floating in the air like a feather.
• Suddenly, I felt extremely tired.
• My head went heavier and heavier.
• I knew I should go somewhere to sleep for the night, but I didn't know where I could go.
• I took a nap in McDonald's before the waitress came forward and asked me if I needed any help.
• I shook my head and walked away.
• The night was so long.
• It almost felt that it was never going to end.
• Just when my willpower got to rock bottom, my mobile buzzed.
• An incoming message.
• "Hey. U up?"
• I somehow knew it must come from Lucas Sigler.
• No one would text me at 2:00 am.
• I typed "Fuck off", but I just couldn't press the "send" button.
• Then I noticed that my battery was getting flat.
• I sighed and typed -
• "Need a place to sleep."
• I regret sending this message to Lucas almost immediately after I hit the "send" button.
• This was probably the worst thing that a girl could reply to a booty call.
• What if he ignores my message and doesn't reply?
• Or, even worse, what if he replies?!
• Just when I felt bothered and tried to switch off my mobile for good, my mobile buzzed again.
• "Cresent Drive. 1A6."
• I tried to delete the message.
• Another one came in.
• "Forget about it. I'll pick U up. Where U at?"
• I looked around.
• A bunch of hobos were lurking around around a burning barrel and I didn't like the look on their faces.
• I typed -
• "Lagoon Park. Main Entrance."
• He soon replied -
• "Stay right there. I'll be there in 5."
• Does he mean five minutes? There's no way for him to drive all the way across the city within five minutes.
• I was too cold to stand there alone, so I thought to myself, what the heck, and walked toward those hobos.
• "Run away?" One of them asked me.
• "I don't want no beef," I said while stretching out my arms toward the flame in the barrel. "I'm just waiting for my friend. He'll be here in any minute."
• The man handed me a bottle of whisky.
• "Drink it," he said. "It tastes like piss but it will warm you up."
• I did need something to warm me up from inside out.
• So I didn't think twice.
• I opened the lid, and poured some liquid into my throat.
• It was so strong that I started to cough.
• All the hobos started laughing out loud.
• "She good."
• "Damn. I haven't seen a shorty so fine since."
• "You've drunk too much of it," that hobo took back the bottle and said. "You won't be able to stand on your feet."
• "My friend... will come... and pick me up..." I started to slur.
• Damn. Am I drunk?
• Cold sweat started pouring down.
• "Do you need me to give you a hand, lady?" The hobo tried to hold my arms.
• I pushed him away and said, "Do not come... any closer. I'll... Toast you... in the barrel..."
• Several hobos circled me around.
• My vision started get blurry and my head was spinning.
• Just as I fell to the ground, I saw a giant black shadow flashing past over my head.
• I couldn't tell what it was because I was too confused.
• Almost at the same time, I heard the screaming of the hobos.
• "Shit! What the fuck is that thing?!"
• "Run! Run for your life!"
• And then, I passed out into the oblivion.
• I had the most obscure dream in my life that night.
• It was like...
• I was sitting in the living room.
• My mom was wearing her favorite cardigan, cooking omelette in the kitchen.
• It was weird, because my mom passed away shortly after she gave birth to me.
• I had never seen any pictures of her, but somehow I knew the woman in the kitchen was her.
• Everything was posh and I could smell the fresh brew of coffee in the air.
• And all of a sudden the living room turned dark.
• I rushed into the kitchen and saw my mom walking away from me.
• No matter how desperate I shouted her name, she wouldn't look back.
• And then, I saw a giant black figure walking slowly out of the darkness.
• When his face emerged from the shadow, I saw his weird smirk on his face.
• He had a human face, but he also got sharp fangs like kernels.
• And then I noticed there was blood coming out of his mouth.
• It was my mother's blood!
• I screamed and woke up in cold sweat.
• Where is this place?!
• I tried to sit up straight, but I couldn't feel my limbs.
• My body was still numb.
• My mind was doing any better.
• All I could contextualize was that I was lying on a kingsize bed in a bedroom that looked very lowprofile yet very expensive.
• I heard a voice coming from a distance.
• "Look at her! She's no more than barely 66 pounds. We need someone who's much stronger and powerful than her to..."
• "Did you see her fighting? She was ready to fight five hobos with bare hands even though she was hammered."
• "You confused craze with courage, Luke."
• "You don't understand, Lucian. She's the one. I'm telling you. She's the one."
• "You've said something twice, so you must be right."
• "I didn't mean to interrupt..." I said in a scratchy voice. "But what's going on?"
• Lucas Sigler appeared in my sight with an apologetic look on his face.
• "I'm sorry we were too loud." He sat next to me, looking concerned. "My driver knows how to get on my nerves. And I don't fire him because I'm benevolent and kind."
• Lucian narrowed his eyes and said, "See you tomorrow morning at six sharp, Mr. Sigler."
• Then, he took a slight bow and walked away.
• I was left alone with Lucas Sigler on a giant bed.
• I had a bad feeling about what was about to happen.
• I looked around, trying to look for something that could be used to protect myself.
• However, there was nothing around but a giant pillow.
• Lucas leaned forward.
• I thought he was about to make a move.
• Maybe I could smother him with a pillow. I thought to myself.
• But then, it turned out that he was just placing his hand over my forehead.
• I flinched and grabbed the pillow -
• "Do not touch me, or I'll smother you with that pillow. I swear."
• "I see that you're upset, but you don't have to. Please put that pillow down and let's talk."
• I realized I wasn't wearing anything under the sheet.
• "Did you...?!!" I totally freaked out and bashed him with the pillow.
• He sat there and covered his head -
• "Hey... Stop... I didn't... Listen... I mean..."
• He couldn't finish even one single sentence because I hit his head and face repeatedly.
• That asshole!
• Eventually, he gave up and abruptly pinned me against the bed.
• "Listen," he said while looking into my eyes. "I only cleaned you up in the tub and wiped you clean. I didn't do anything to hurt you."
• I looked at the man who was on top of me.
• He was wearing a white T-shirt, which, again, fit him perfectly except the upper arms.
• His muscular and firm chest was moving slightly up and down.
• I wasn't prepared for this.
• He was so damn hot and so damn close.
• If I left my head, our lips would touch again.
• I could still feel the tenderness and sweetness of his perfect lips.
• "Did you save me from those hobos?"
• Lucas shrugged and said, "You've saved yourself. When I got to the park, you were defending yourself like a catwoman. Those motherfucker wouldn't dare to get anywhere closer to you."
• I bit my lips and asked, "When you got to the park, did you see something unusual?"