CHAPTER FIFTEEN
583 Words
Scotland, The Day Of The k********g…
I stare at the beautiful city with a bright smile on my face, a feeling of euphoria taking place in my chest.
I’ve never been to Scotland before so it’s kind of nice to have a new experience in my life, especially now that I’ve done away with old ones. I didn’t even think twice when I had to quit the orchestra.
Being a violist has always been something of a hobby of mine, it was the only thing I could hold onto during those times of loneliness, but it has never taken priority in my heart.
I was good at playing the violin, it came naturally to me, so when people called me a “prodigy” in my field I felt like they were exaggerating.
When I was dubbed The Bella of Symphony, I simply thought they must not have heard better. I’m sure a lot of people think I’m crazy to have given up such an opportunity to play among the best of the best, but for me playing the violin among the best isn’t important. Simply playing it, is what I value most.
I turn away from the window on the right and slide across my seat to stare out the window on the left side of the cab, the taxi driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror with a knowing smile and I’m sure he must know I’m a first-time tourist.
I’m heading towards the address written in the letter and can feel a flutter of nerves settle low in the pit of my stomach. I haven’t even met these people but already I’m nervous as hell.
The taxi draws to a stop before black, domineering gates and they automatically open for us. I figured hidden security cameras informed them of our arrival or else I’d say the house is haunted.
He drives through a long gravel path, with lines of trees surrounding the courtyard and a view of the forest covering the back. When he pulled over before the castle's large wooden doors, I take in a deep breath and get down from the taxi.
The driver is kind enough to pull out my bags from the back and settle them at my feet, handing him his money he collects the bills with a salute by lifting his hat off his head before putting it back on.
Pulling out the handle of both suitcases, I slowly make my way towards the doors and they’re pulled open by a male with strawberry blonde hair.
He looked too young to be a butler, but he must serve the Campbell’s if he’s answering the door. “Oh hi, I didn’t know I’d be received.”
“Miss Aquamarine Walker, welcome.” He nods, stepping aside with an outstretched hand he motions for me to step in.
Oh great, another person who likes to speak so formally.
“We’ve been expecting you.”
Feeling a little surprised but giddy by the welcome, I step through the threshold and blink in surprise at the sight before me. I have no idea what to make of the empty, dusty house, but the thing that startles me the most is the unconscious girl laying on the floor.
Before I could turn around and ask what the hell is going on a clothe is pressed over my face and I breathed in the smell of chloroform.
A single thought weighed heavily on my mind as I slowly lose consciousness.
I should have listened to Mae.
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