New Directions
Chapter Six – Like I Never Want To Stop.
A/N: Skye CENTRIC CHAPPIE!
Skye got up groggily. She looked down. Her clothes were all crumpled, and she could see that half of her make up was down her face. But what seemed to alarm her the most was the large gash located on her forehead.
On her hands, there was dried blood. And on a closer inspection her clothes weren't just crumpled, they were ripped. Where the hell was she?
Why was there blood on her ripped clothes? What happened last night?
She hit her head, stupidly. She never made it to see Lewis. He probably thought that she dumped him or something, which was the complete opposite.
She had fell hook, line and sinker in love with him.
Love. Skye had scoffed at the mere concept of the emotion a little over a year ago.
Why?
She fallen in love with someone years ago, but she had never told them. It would have been too awkward as she had to work with him every single day. She had held onto her feelings of unrequited love for years on end, until she realized she had to let go. Nothing was going to change. She was never going to tell him. She had too much pride to do the chasing. And feared of getting hurt.
Chad and her had kissed many times.
It was a fact. They never pursed a proper relationship, it would have been difficult with them both being undercover, secret identity spies.
Even though she and Lewis were in exactly the same situation, it seemed more relaxed. She knew that Chad still harboured feelings for her, but if she acknowledged them, she would reach somewhere that she couldn't come back from.
She had never been able to say no to Chad.
Her thoughts went to Oscar. He was an attractive guy, but.. she refused to think how he was more appealing than Chad and Lewis put together.
What could she say?
She was always a sucker for the blue, blue eyes. They seemed to look directly into her soul, burning every guard except one. When that guard was taken down, she was an open book.
She jumped up from her crouching position. She was in extreme pain. Why was she in doorless cell?
It was then she noticed the dark red liquid trickling from her large on her forehead. God it hurt. She took off her hoodie, and applied pressure to the cut, making sure to wipe her blood stained face first.
She needed to get out of here.
And fast.
Skye didn't know how long she was out for, or why she was wearing a pure white mini-dress. She reached up to where her gash was, but to her surprise it was neatly bandaged up. She looked around the room.
It was different to the doorless room she had been locked in earlier. This one was white and had a large mirror situated on the wall in front of her.
She smiled. It was quite obviously a two-way police like mirror. She punched the mirror, which shattered to pieces and climbed through. She looked around her surroundings and remembered she had been here, in this exact situation twelve years prior.