He waivered a little, picking up on my tone when I uttered the word, “Naturally,” but didn’t say anything, even though I could tell he wanted to. “Oh, and I almost forgot, bring the pictures of Leslie for her cake, will you?”
“No, I haven’t been able to find anything yet. I need to keep looking,” I stated, clenching my jaw as I was about to look her up in the Heritage Library, when a sullen 6ft2 obstacle got in my way.
He heaved an exhausted sigh as if disappointed, but I ignored it. “I'd better go because I need to pack my bags and hand in a paper.”
I lied about the paper as nothing was due this soon in the term, but I needed to say something.
“Very well. I will see you tomorrow,” he said dryly.
“Tomorrow? I’ll be home tonight,” I reminded him. Jeez, short memory.
“I am aware, but you’ll be home late, and I’ll be staying in the apartment in the city,” he explained.
“Good,” I mumbled as I won’t have to see him straight away and had time to prepare myself for the worst. Although if it were an emergency, you’d think he’d want to see me ASAP.
Brushing the confusion behind me, I swiped off and peered around the corner, searching for the Warwicks, before jogging all the way back to Morgana. Then paused at the entrance to catch my breath and search my bag for my keycard before entering.
As I walked along the hallway toward the stairs, I heard rushed footsteps, and I pulled my knife from my bag. There was something in the panicked tone and tinkering sound as if they were in the middle of something in the kitchen, then fled when they heard the front door shut.
I crept to the kitchen and the microwave was in use, and peered into the glass door to find a TV dinner being heated up. Why can’t they eat down at the dining hall? It’s much better food than what’s sitting in that plastic container.
But more importantly, who the hell was this? Mila? Lev? The mystery person on the third floor who scraped furniture along the floor most nights, according to Mila?
Their rushed footsteps ran upstairs, so I precariously followed them up to my floor, but saw no one around. I mean…no one. But as I unlocked my door, I heard the click of Lev’s door open, checking on me.
“Adina?” he called out, but I was in no mood to speak to him, and once inside, I slammed the door shut, switched the deadlock on, and dragged out my bag from under the bed.
He banged on my door several times, first lightly, then aggressively, until finally he gave up. I could still feel his arms wrapped tightly around my body as he lifted me easily up onto the vibrator that Ezrah Warwick held with his big hand. His firm, lean body against mine was great, more than great, and I enjoyed them pleasuring me, until…they fucked me over, and the whole thing was a ruse to punish me.
And what did I do to deserve this punishment?
Be the daughter of my father. That’s all.
I’d view it as a long weekend away, and maybe I won’t return at all. Maybe I could convince my father to go back to the college I spent my freshman year at and leave this place behind me.
I heard the distant sound of the train whistling as it pulled, carrying supplies and late students. I had an hour to spare to grab food and see Diane down at admin to get my special pass. Opening the door a crack to make sure the coast was clear, I then dragged my trolley bag out and quietly stepped down the stairs, lifting it off the floor so the banging couldn’t be heard with each step, along past the kitchen, cringing at the lingering food scent left by Lev or whoever was warming up their dinner.
Then once outside, I sensed freedom was only a stone’s throw away. But I had to walk down to Ashthorn Castle to get my pass, then down to Scholars to grab food and drink as I wasn’t sure thetrain’s eatery would be open, since I might be the only passenger heading back to Morrisville.
I walked along the road for about ten minutes until I arrived at the castle, pleased that there weren’t many students around because they were likely in class. I found Diane, who promptly supplied me with my pass that I had to provide ID and sign for.
My nerves started to play havoc on me as I walked through the castle to Dingle Street, where a lot of students hang out, but relieved to find that the street was fairly empty. I went straight up to the counter and bought several items, then left.
My heart was pounding brutally against my ribcage as I was scared that either the police or the Warwicks would stop me from leaving. The closer it got to 3 PM, when the train was due to leave again, the more frantic I became, thinking worse. Always thinking of the worst to prepare me for surprises.
I wheeled my trolley bag all the way back to the station and sat down on a bench, waiting for the conductor to signal when it was time to board. I wasn’t out of the woods yet, and as the afternoon sun began to drop, shining brightly into my eyes, and when I held up my hand to block the glare, I saw a dark figure approaching me.
I froze and removed my knife from my bag, and held it so he could see it because running away from him was pointless. He’d outrun me easily, and besides, I wanted to board the train.
“Going somewhere?” Lev asked in that low, surly tone.
“Home,” I said honestly, and I saw no value in lying to him.
“For how long?” he pressed, sitting next to me.
I swallowed as his scent and body heat draped over me, and it was easier to look away because I realized Lev was an inadvertent weakness. “I don’t know.” That was a lie, as I was instructed to return by Monday, but I didn’t think I was able to.
“Strange coincidence,” he said, folding strong arms across his chest.
