I start packing my go-bag for tomorrow, I like to travel light and fast, so I will only take the essentials with me.
Without wasting any more time, I lie down on my bed and try to fall asleep, but I can’t turn off my mind.
I wonder if this the last time I’m going to sleep in my bed? Well I guess I will find out soon enough.
The future is uncertain, a true mystery.
This time I’m not afraid.
This time I’m full of hope.
This time I’m in charge.
Chapter Fourteen
SARAH
Knock, knock.
Someone is knocking at my door. It is still early, and the sun isn’t up yet.
Knock, knock.
Again.
I jump out of bed and go to the door.
I can see two sets of feet. They really weren’t messing around with thefirst lightcall yesterday.
Well, today is the day.
I open the door and reveal Rage and Carter. Rage is carrying a duffel bag over his bulky right shoulder. Carter stands with his arms folded and is wearing ajudgmentallook.What’s his problem?
Rage looks at me from head to toe.
“Nice panties….” He smirks, making me realize I’m practically naked.
The knocking startled me and I came straight to the door without putting on pants, so here I am, showing them myTeenage Mutant Ninja Turtlesunderwear. I try to cover myself with my hands but it’s too late for that. Rage’s lustful gaze is already piercing me.
Carter quickly steps forward, grabs me by the elbow and drags me away while yelling, “For God’s sake, Snow White! Put on some fucking pants! And don’t you dare to move, biker, not until she is decent!”
Rage ignores Carter completely and enters with his usual bad boy attitude. He dumps the duffel bag on top of the kitchen island.
“Oh Carter, grow up already,” I say, making my way back to my bedroom to get dressed.
“He’s right, you know? You look like you’re trying too hard to get his attention… And to think you rejected Rage last night. It makes you look even worse,”Life says.
I quickly put on pants, grab a sweater and return to the kitchen.
“Okay, pants are on, crisis averted. What’s next?” I ask them as I pull on my sweater.
“Wait, don’t put that on. I need your arm, kiddo,” Rage says in a deep voice. He looks even hotter than last night, his long hair is up in a messy bun, and I remember his rough touch all too well.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I can’t even meet his gaze.
“My arm? Why?” I ask looking away.
