Becoming the Luna - Chapter 142
“O-Oh, o-okay.” I stutter, flustered as I make my way as quietly as possible to the cold bathroom.
I barely close the door in time because at the same time I close the door, I hear the door knob of my room door get rattled.
“H-He’s here.” I stutter in a terrified panic, gripping my phone hard.
“Doll…”
“I’ve got to go.” I cut him off, hanging up.
The rattling only gets louder and it’s only a matter of time before Alexis gets in my room and then my time would be up.
I whip my head around, wondering where I could stay hidden long enough to either deter Alexis or for them to show up.
My phone starts ringing instantly but I can hear something being slammed against my door from the outside and I don’t think twice about muting it and sliding it under the tiny space of the sink cupboards and the ground.
If he didn’t know that I could reach out to someone, if I got caught he most likely wouldn’t be in a hurry to leave and I was counting on that if I wanted to give Virgil and Dale time to get here.
I briefly think about the shower before shucking that thought away, I could fit into the small cupboards under the sink – well if this isn’t the time to be tiny.
Anytime my mom complained about how skinny I was I’d tell her that what if a serial killer was after me and the only place I could hide it was in a tiny cupboard, she definitely wouldn’t find that funny that’s for sure.
My door gives with an audible crash and I slip into the cupboard at almost the same time, my heart beating painfully loud that I’m almost sure he would hear.
“This is disappointing.” I hear a gravelly voice says and I hear the sounds of drawers getting thrown open and things being turned over. “I’m getting tired of this hide and seek.” He calls out.
I slap a hand over my mouth, my eyes going round in horror. He knew about me!
I sit, shivering, it was only a matter of time till he found me.
The bathroom’s door gets flung open and my heart stops beating for a few long seconds before it begins twice at fast, so hard that I have to press a hand over my chest so that it didn’t jump out.
I hear another cupboard get flung open. “Found you! Oh shit.” He curses when he finds out that it’s empty.
The cupboards get opened one by one and then silence, I nearly pass out from the strained tension, moving as far away from the door of the cupboard at possible.
I almost start to hope that he had given up and gone when the silence persist but I had hoped too soon, the doors get flung open with as much force as the others.
I let out an ear splitting scream when Alexis pokes his head in, he’s equally stunned by this turn of events, most likely not expecting me to be able to fit in.
I take advantage of the few precious seconds that he’s stunned and drive both my feet into his face, the impact is not as satisfying as I’d have liked because I had lost my shoes and wore nothing but silk socks.
It’s enough to distract him and I dash out, I wouldn’t be able to get far from someone who’s obviously way older and faster but I wasn’t going to hang around for him to catch me either.
“Bitch.” He curses, scrambling after me.
I beeline for the door but I don’t get far, he grabs onto my ankles making me fall face down and slam into the carpets.
I curse as my vision gets blurry, kicking back on him, it manages to catch him a couple times but he effortlessly catches my legs after that, pinning them down.
“I didn’t expect you to be this feisty.” He says casually and I panic again.
“Let go of me.” I bite out, adrenaline giving me energy I wouldn’t normally have and I manage to break away again, going for the door without a second thought.
This time, my arms get caught and pulled painfully behind my back.
I gasp in my, my vision getting dark spots from the pain, if my shoulders hadn’t been dislocated then I had definitely torn something.
I start to panic when I feel my arms get tied behind my back.
“I have to say, Werewolves have good taste.” He murmurs beside my ear, pushing me on the bed.
My eyes go wide at the implications of his words but I decide to keep my mouth shut, talking wouldn’t help me right now.
“Wouldn’t you agree, Hayden?”
An involuntary gasp escapes me when I hear my name.
“So I’ve indeed struck gold.” He chortles to himself, wrapping a thick layer of duct tape around my ankles.
This puts me in an uncomfortable position with my face down and my rear up, my hands tied snugly behind my back.
“How do you know my name?” I bite out, my entire weight is supported by my shoulders and this doesn’t sit well with the banged up appendages.
He crouches beside the bed so that he’s eyes level with me. “Of course I’ll tell you.” He agrees cordially and before I can track his fast movements, a wide strip of duct tape get wrapped around my face.
“Simple, I got the information from a bar, buy a bitter looking Werewolf a couple drinks and you can get just about anything from them.” He ruffles my hair and beams at me, his sharp little teeth very disturbing.
“You have a lot of fans you know.” He says, patting me down. “You know, the kind that wouldn’t hesistate to burn you in your house if they could.”
One name filters in my fear and panic muddled brain…
Elise…
It had to be her.