Scarred Love (Page Five)
#5 of Scarred Love
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"Sorana!" A whispered shout rang close to my ear, making me jump awake and roll off the side of the bed in my panic, quickly untangling myself, I sat up and rubbed my head where it connected with the floor. "What?" I whispered, eyeing my cousin. "Someone is in the house, they have a gun!" She, again, whisper shouted, only now could I notice the fear in her eyes.
Hopping up off the floor and shaking away all grogginess, I edged towards the door, nudging my cousin aside and mouthed for her to go into the wardrobe that I saw in the corner of the room.
She nodded and quickly, and silently, ran over to the wardrobe and slipped inside, I glanced around the room, looking for a weapon, it was a larger room, the bed was a twin sized bed, it had thick quilted blankets.
They had different brown, red, and white patterns, the pillows were plain white, the wardrobe which Alvara was in, was a large carved wood wardrobe, double doors, there was a tall mirror on the wall, in the corner was a desk with a smaller mirror and some makeup.
The rug which I stood upon was a large oval cream colored rug, and there were a few paintings lining the walls, along with three oil lamps. I sucked in a breath of relief when I spotted a stack of logs in the corner of the room which belonged to the fireplace I remembered seeing downstairs.
'How convenient.' I thought humorlessly, and picked one up, it was sturdy, perfect weapon, I snuck quietly from the room and into the hallway, noticing several paintings and oil lamps, I quickly moved forward and to the stairs, sneaking down, every creak making me cringe with fear of being heard.
But instead I heard the sound of footsteps coming towards me, grabbing tighter hold of the log, I hid in the dark corner of the staircase. "Go upstairs and grab anything valuable." I heard a male voice whisper.
Then an older man came around the corner and began walking towards me, but his eyes were on the stairs, I came forward. "Oof." He gasped as I gave a hard kick to his stomach, he gave something, resembling a enraged hiss, and came at me, with as much speed as possible, I hit him across the head, he stumbled backward and fell, seemingly unconscious.
I grinned to myself and turned, heading towards the kitchen, with a silent tread, I came to the corner, and yelped in fright when I was grabbed roughly from behind, and thrown backward, seeing only a blurred figure as I hit the ground.