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Chapter Six: Last Person You Expect
"Wait, so this is your home?" Sakura looked down at the girl with her mouth wide open.
"Yeah, that's usually how it works when you live somewhere." A satirical tone edged the girl's words as she took one of the books out from the shelf.
"Electra. It's a Greek play, one of my favorites. Do you speak Greek?" Shaking her head, Sakura looked back down at the girl.
"Um, I, uh, well no." The girl smiled. "I see. I never really got the hang of speaking it out-loud, but at least with reading books I can take my own time. Latin is more of my thing."
Sakura wasn't sure if the girl was attempting to impress her, but no matter what the girl's intentions were, she was doing a damn good job of making Sakura gape in awe. "So, did you ever read A Thousand and One Arabian Nights? I was a bit tenacious about it at first, but as I started to get into the story I couldn't stop." Sakura giggled nervously. "Like I said before, I'm not really a reader, well, besides medical journals and stuff."
The girl raised an eyebrow. "Come on, you have to have read something recently." Sakura racked her brain attempting to think of a book. She wasn't going to be outsmarted by a fourteen year old.
"Ever hear of Make Out Paradise?" The girl rolled her eyes. "How about we change the subject. There's a bathroom across the hall, you can freshen up if you want. I mean, you did fall asleep outside." Sakura nodded. Though usually not the first to jump out an accept an invitation to bathe in a strangers home, she was intrigued.
Following the not so peasant girl out into the hall, Sakura clenched her jaw tight just to prevent drool. Stained glass skylights added a rainbow of color to the high-ceilinged hallway, which were already lined with various framed artworks. Ignoring the urge to examine an impressionism that look to be an actual Renoir, Sakura anxiously trailed behind the girl, only to stop when they reached a large corridor.
"This is the master suite, there's a bathroom through those double doors." Nodding to the girl's instructions, Sakura stepped into the room and headed for the large French doors the girl had pointed out.
Though not one for snooping, Sakura couldn't help but eye the ornate picture-frame that sat on the mahogany vanity as she made her way to the bathroom. Stopping to admire the picture, Sakura could've sworn she'd seen the chocolate eyed woman posing in the photo before.
"She's my mother," The girl stated solemnly. Huh? Putting the frame down, Sakura couldn't help but feel guilty. "I'm sorry if I am being rude, but she's gorgeous." The girl nodded. "She's dead,"
So that explains why the girl has no-one to take care of her; Sakura though.
"Do you miss her?" The girl looked up at Sakura with glazed eyes, and Sakura quickly regretted asking the question.
"No," she replied coldly. Now that was odd.
"Does your father?" The girl shook her head again. "Why would he? After all, he's the one who killed her."
Suddenly Sakura felt the urge to leave the house. Immediately. "Your father wouldn't be home right now, would he?"
The girl's eyes widened. "Is he?" Sakura's voice quivered.
Run on one...two... Within seconds Sakura's feet were pumping; racing through the endless labyrinth of halls and doorways inside the estate.
Sakura needed to get out. NOW.
How could she be so blind? It was obvious that the girl was trouble, with a capitol T. After all, she was the only one who trusted Sakura, after, well...everything.
"Finally!" Sakura sighed with relief after spotting a glass sliding door that led out to the garden.
"Oh, I wouldn't be leaving too quickly if I were you..." Spoke a low male voice.
Oh shit... At the doorway stood a tall, pale man in western clothing.
Wait...Sakura knew him. He was the painter that saved her life. And definitely the last person she would expect to end it.
Wow! Isn't this chapter like something straight out of Dean Koontz? Thanks SOOO much for the support, and keep it up, Sunny.