《Hex [h.s]》Chapter Thirty-Seven
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"Here it is Lucinda! Your new home!" I heard dad cheer, I didn't smile or anything, I just followed mom and inside the house. The scent of lemons and other tropical fruit greeting me. Are we in Hawaii or Bahamas?
"Why does the house smell like a basket of fruits?" I can't help but cover my nose, the strong scent is making me dizzy. I heard a familiar laugh coming from somewhere behind me.
"Is it really that bad?"
"Randy?" No, it can't be. He's back in Eddleton. "Randy, is that you?" I could make out a blurred figure walking towards me. I felt a pair of arms wrapping around my waist, bringing me closer to a hard chest.
"Hi baby." He whispers in my ear, and I couldn't help but gasp, it's really him! I smiled, "Randy..." I breathe, burying my face on his chest, inhaling his musky scent. God, I missed this. I missed him.
"Surprise Lucy! I thought it would be nice if I bring Randy here to surprise you." Dad cheered, I broke away from Randy and looked at his blurry face.
"You did? Thank you so much dad." I smiled, as Randy wrap an arm around my waist. "It's good to be here with your daughter again, Mr. Mackenzie." Randy spoke.
"We'll give you two some privacy." Mom uttered. "Don't do anything to my daughter Smith!" Dad scolds playfully. I rolled my eyes, "Dad!"
Their footsteps disappeared, signaling me they were gone. Randy sighs, gently taking my face in his hands. "How are you?" He asks, "Your dad texted me awhile ago, telling me you disappeared for four days, and you came back with a-" I cut him off.
"Blurred vision? Yeah, it sucks to be honest." I say, "How about you?"
"I'm alright, but damn, I miss you a lot baby." I smiled warmly at the nickname, but can't help the shivers running up and down my spine when I remembered Harry calling me that.
Stop thinking about him Lucinda! My subconscious scolds. He freed you, so don't even worry about him. He wanted you out of his life-
"Lucy, are you okay?" Randy questioned worriedly, waving his hand in front of my face, making me snap out of my thoughts. "Huh? Oh, yes, I am okay."
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"Are you sure? You zoned out, is there something wrong?" I shook my head. "Seriously Randy, there's nothing wrong." I smile, hoping he'll drop it, and he did.
"Since when did you got here in Silent Mound?"
"This morning." He answers, and I nodded. "I love you Randy." I spoke out of the blue.
"I love you baby." He breathes, slowly inching forward, my eyes closing, our lips brushing against each other. The gap between us vanished, lips against lips.
I was expecting to feel something, expecting to feel the same thing when I kissed Harry, but sadly, I felt nothing.
I pull away, and he grins. I simply smiling at him. "By the way, where are you staying tonight?" I questioned.
"At the guest room, it's beside your room." He whispers, and I know what he meant. We didn't take our relationship that far, just kissing, but never touching. I guess he wants to, but I don't. Not yet.
Clang!
We both turn around to where the sound came from, "What is it?" I asked, not even feeling a bit nervous. I guess staying in a haunted house and spending time with a demon made me immune to any horror that comes in my way. But still, I can't say that I am immumed to all the horrors.
"It's came from the kitchen, I guess your mom or dad drop a can or something." Randy answers. "I'll go and check."
He walks away, leaving me standing here in the middle of the living room. I lifted my hands and started to feel around, trying to find the couch or a place to sit. All I can see are white and brown.
"Damn, where is the bloody couch?" I hisses under my breath, when my hand felt something cold, it felt like a hand, I looked ahead of me, seeing a figure of a man. "Randy?" The man held my hand and pulled me forward.
"Who is this? Who are you?" He didn't answer, as he continued to pull me forward. I was about to protest when he slightly push me down, my bottom hitting a soft surface.
"W-what?-" I was cut off when the man place a finger on my lips, silencing me. "Shh...." My blurred vision focusing at two green balls. Suddenly, everything became clear, two piercing green eyes looked into mine. My eyes widen in pure confusion and shock, "H-Harry?"
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"Enjoy while it lasts sweetheart, cause you don't know when I'll be back to come and get you." He whispers, leaning forward and before I knew it, he kissed the side of my lips.
I gasped at his actions, he began kissing down slowly, his eyes on me, sucking a spot on my neck, making my knees quiver. My eyes rolled back, I tried to hold back my moans. "Harry..." That's when the feeling of his lips on my skin disappeared.
I opened my eyes, he smirked at me, caressing my cheek with his hand. "See you soon sweetheart."
He snaps his fingers, my head spinning before I blacked out, my world pitch dark.
I lifted my heavy eyelids, meeting the same blurred surroundings. I sat up, I groaned when I felt pain on my neck. I run my fingers through the material hugging me. It was a blanket, I looked around. White, brown, and blue is all I can see.
Knock, knock!
"Lucy! Are you awake?" I heard dad ask outside the door, I rubbed my eyes, "Yeah dad!" I yelled, the door opened with a click! "Morning sweetheart." Dad greets, making my blood freeze.
Yesterday, he visited. He came. Harry came, and he k-kissed me. He even tried to give me a hickey! I let out a groan and bury my face on my hands. I must've been dreaming, he wouldn't come back for me, why would he? He even wants to kill me!
"Are you okay?" He questions, "Last night, you fell asleep on the couch, so we didn't wake you for dinner."
"Yeah." I answered after a few seconds, "I'm just...tired." I yawned, "So, what's for breakfast dad?"
"Omelette, pancakes and orange juice." He evaluates, and I hummed, hunger over taking me. I stood up, dad assisting me to the bathroom. He helped me wash my face, and brush my teeth, waited outside while I went to the toilet.
Once I was finished, he helped me out and down the stairs. "Morning!! I hear Randy greet, and I can't help but smile at his happy tone. Dad place me on the couch, "I'll set the table first okay?" He placed a kiss on my forehead and walk away.
"Morning baby." Randy whispers in my ear, kissing my cheek. Instead of feeling the sparks, I felt guilty, I betrayed Randy last night. Harry pleased me, and what's worse, I let him. What's happening to me? Could it be?
"H-hey Randy." I stammered, trying to create space between us. I can imagine him already frowning at me, "What's wrong?" His voice full of worry.
"I'm...sorry."
He laughs, making me frown in confusion. "Baby, why should you apologize? You have done nothing wrong." He tried to wrap his arms around me, but I backed away.
"I did. I did something wrong." I spoke in all honesty. "Then, what did you do?" He questions, and I closed my eyes.
"I-I...Randy..."
"Breakfast is serve!" Dad yells, making us jump, "Let's just talk later okay?" He brushes his thumb on my lips, giving me a peck on the cheek before he left.
I let out the breath that I didn't know I was holding. No, it can't be, is this even possible? Is it even possible that a mere human like fall inlove with a demon like him? God, what is wrong with me? I shouldn't even feel this way towards the man who wants to kill me, and who wants to mess with my feelings all the time. And, who makes me feel this undescribable feeling.
"Lucy." Dad calls, "Breakfas- You okay?" Damn, I zoned out again. I nodded, "I'm alright dad." I forced a smile. I shouldn't think about him again, and focus on what's happening right now.
Dad held my arm and guided me to the dinning room, the smell of pancakes and omelette reaching my nose.
I shouldn't even get my hopes high, that he likes me. I'm a fucking idiot.
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