Warning: Plot begins below. Oh no! Didn't want to take you all off guard. Don't worry, though. It won't be too in-depth. I'm not capable of much more than this! And the fluffiness will return soon... I can't live long without it :) Read and review, please!!
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Chapter 15
I stepped out of the shower feeling refreshed and alert. Wiping away the steam from the mirror over the sink, I studied my face. I was pleased to see that evidence of my exhaustion had all but disappeared. The color in my cheeks had returned, and my eyes were no longer clouded, but sparkling and alert.
I continued to stare at my reflection in the mirror, briefly considering whether I should fix myself up a little. I was, after all, trapped in a safehouse with Michael Vaughn. Who wouldn't want to look good?
I frowned, pressing at the slight wrinkles at the corners of my eyes and mouth, sighing. Vaughn wanted me to be open with him—to be myself. I decided that if he had really meant that, he could handle me with no makeup, a few wrinkles, and a bandaged leg.
I left the bathroom, clad in sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, only limping slightly at the pain in my leg.
I scanned the bedroom, looking for Vaughn. The room was empty, the bed still rumpled and unmade.
"Vaughn?" I called out, moving through the bedroom to the kitchen. "The shower's all yours!"
My brow furrowed when he didn't respond. I glanced around the kitchen curiously. It was deserted, as was the small family room. Frowning, I turned back to the kitchen. The faucet was still running, the water slowly flowing over the edges of a half-cleaned frying pan.
Something was wrong.
And that's when I saw it.
It wouldn't have been noticeable to anyone else, but to my well-trained eye, it jumped out at me like a stoplight.
I felt panic build in my chest as I rushed to the edge of the sink.
Blood.
It was blood.
Barely visible, but smeared on the sharp edge of the sink. Someone had tried to wipe it away. Someone hadn't wanted me to see.
I turned again, this time rushing to the entryway of the apartment. The door stood open to the outside hallway.
I retrieved my gun from the kitchen counter and cautiously entered the hallway, gun raised in front of me. I turned rapidly to look down one side of the hallway, then the other, before letting my hands fall to my side.
There was no one.
The hall was deserted.
Vaughn was gone.
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DUH DUH DUH… cliffhanger… hope you guys liked it. Sorry it was so short. I need to brainstorm before I write any more… please read and review!
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Chapter 15
I stepped out of the shower feeling refreshed and alert. Wiping away the steam from the mirror over the sink, I studied my face. I was pleased to see that evidence of my exhaustion had all but disappeared. The color in my cheeks had returned, and my eyes were no longer clouded, but sparkling and alert.
I continued to stare at my reflection in the mirror, briefly considering whether I should fix myself up a little. I was, after all, trapped in a safehouse with Michael Vaughn. Who wouldn't want to look good?
I frowned, pressing at the slight wrinkles at the corners of my eyes and mouth, sighing. Vaughn wanted me to be open with him—to be myself. I decided that if he had really meant that, he could handle me with no makeup, a few wrinkles, and a bandaged leg.
I left the bathroom, clad in sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, only limping slightly at the pain in my leg.
I scanned the bedroom, looking for Vaughn. The room was empty, the bed still rumpled and unmade.
"Vaughn?" I called out, moving through the bedroom to the kitchen. "The shower's all yours!"
My brow furrowed when he didn't respond. I glanced around the kitchen curiously. It was deserted, as was the small family room. Frowning, I turned back to the kitchen. The faucet was still running, the water slowly flowing over the edges of a half-cleaned frying pan.
Something was wrong.
And that's when I saw it.
It wouldn't have been noticeable to anyone else, but to my well-trained eye, it jumped out at me like a stoplight.
I felt panic build in my chest as I rushed to the edge of the sink.
Blood.
It was blood.
Barely visible, but smeared on the sharp edge of the sink. Someone had tried to wipe it away. Someone hadn't wanted me to see.
I turned again, this time rushing to the entryway of the apartment. The door stood open to the outside hallway.
I retrieved my gun from the kitchen counter and cautiously entered the hallway, gun raised in front of me. I turned rapidly to look down one side of the hallway, then the other, before letting my hands fall to my side.
There was no one.
The hall was deserted.
Vaughn was gone.
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DUH DUH DUH… cliffhanger… hope you guys liked it. Sorry it was so short. I need to brainstorm before I write any more… please read and review!