The room was really dark, and it scared the shit out of Luna. She gripped the door knob, and opened the door to see if the people she was hiding from were already gone. "Oh, shit!" She cursed, when she realized that they almost even saw her staring at them. Because of the fact that she was scared of the dark, she shut her eyes and turned towards the door. The door was open, and then, nobody was there. She let out a sigh of relief, and hurried out of the room, with her right hands trying to wipe some invisible sweats away. Luna finally got out of the hallway, and when she was about to get to the garden, she stopped and thought about going to meet Christian again. She wanted to know if she was doing the right thing by going to meet him. Exhaling again and pushing the thought aside, she continued moving her legs. She was about to get to the center of it, when she felt someone's hard grip on her hand. "Th-" she turned round to see Christian glaring at her, with a bit

Luna slowly backed away from Miles while staring at him like he had gone crazy, because it really looked like he had. She gulped down, and looked away from him to wipe the tears that had started streaming down her face. "Luna, Luna. You have to trust me. Chris did this for a...he didn't do this on purpose, okay? He's under drugs right now. And whenever that happens, he just loses control and do some fucked up things. This isn't the first time he's doing this, but you can't tell Alex. Alex would kill him." He continued trying to convince Luna, but she didn't say anything because it seemed strange to her. Sniffling, she slowly turned to face Miles, who was patient enough to wait for her to finish crying. "Okay...fine. I-I don't care anyway. It's fine." She shrugged and tried showing that she didn't care by forcing a smile on her face, but it didn't work. Miles watched her as she turned around and ran, disappearing at the corner. He slowly stared at Chris, before lif

With one leg in front of the other, Luna continued walking to her room, making sure no bottle was hitting against the other. By the time she got to her room, she was already a bit exhausted because of how tightly her hands were wrapped around the drinks. Another issue that seemed to be a very big obstacle was her door. Opening it with the drinks in her hands seemed so hard. "Fuck..." She muttered, with her eyes scanning the hallway. She slowly bent down and went on her knees, arranging the drinks in a circle. She stood up and cracked her back, before opening her door. That was way easier than she thought, and she just took her drinks into her room with so much ease. After Luna entered her room, she didn't lock her door like she was meant to. Instead, she ran to her bed and dropped the drinks on the bed, sitting beside them almost immediately. Her eyes roamed around them in satisfaction. She really loved getting wasted whenever she was extremely sad, it was a co

Alex stared at her for a while, looking into her scared eyes before moving even closer to her. He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. "I told you not to do that, didn't I?" He asked her, and she instantly nodded before blinking really fast. "Please don't hurt me, I'm a good girl and...I, um, what's that word again?" She looked away from him to remember the word that she had forgotten. After trying to remember for three seconds, she gave up on that. "You really love playing with fire, don't you? You're not a good girl, you're a naughty girl. And, what do they do to naughty girls?" He asked her, and tightened his grip around her trapped hands. She stared at him like she was confused, before her eyes suddenly widened. "Um, they get beaten?" She furrowed her brow, as she expected his answer on that. With his darkened eyes and deadly glare, he moved even closer, closing the little space between them. In his low, deep tone, he said, "well, you're correct. B

Luna instantly started scrambling off the bed immediately Alex said that about Chris. She really hoped that she didn't say more than she was meant to say. Alex also stood up and gripped her hand when she was about to get off the bed. "I asked a question, Luna. I need to know." He released his grip on her hand. "What did you mean by that? I could just let him go because he's been acting weird lately. He no longer works like before." She straightened her back, and parted her lips to speak. "It's nothing. I was talking about the day...um, you caught us in that room. We were both drunk, it's nothing." She shrugged it off, and started walking past him. Just like she expected, he blocked her way, and crossed his hands on his chest while glaring at her, looking serious as hell. "It's fine, he didn't hurt me. I mean, I look okay, apart from the fact that I probably did things that could make me kill myself last night." When she said that, his eyes slightly softened, an