Episode 2
1209 Words
|| Aurora ||
I'm done packing, I flung my backpack on my shoulder and pulled my luggage behind me.
I guess I have everything I need, I enter our living room and meet Brittany standing by the dinning table.
She has a worried expression on, she looks like she's regretting letting me go.
"Rora, it's not too late to change your mind, you know?"
I roll my eyes.
"I'm not gonna change my mind, you should be happy I'm going to make a fortune" I said in an overly happy tone.
"I'm just worried about you, it's too dangerous"
"It's not dangerous,,,,,, "
She glares at me.
"You call lying to a General not dangerous? Do you know he can blow your head off without second thoughts?"
I shift on my spot and chuckles nervously. It's indeed dangerous but it's the only chance I have and I must take it.
I laugh lightly.
"Britt, don't worry about me. I'll be just fine and besides, look at my loveable and cute face.
No one will be so heartless as to hurt it" I assured her.
She didn't say anything more, just frowning and sighing.
"Fine, I'll walk you to the door" she speaks.
I nod enthusiastically.
She grabs my luggage and walked me to the door.
"Don't forget to call me!" She said sternly.
I nod. I nudged her shoulder gently.
"Be honest, you are super happy I'm leaving"
"What? I'm happy you're walking into fire?"
"Hmm-mmm, at least you and Eric will have our apartment all to yourselves!" I wink at her.
I see her blush a little at the mention of Eric's name, but she quickly brush it off.
Eric is her boyfriend, they've been dating for two years now and I swear they are so cute together that I sometimes get jealous of their relationship.
"Don't bring Eric up, remember to give me a call when you arrive!"
"Ookie, dokie!"
I step out and start pulling my luggage behind me, but I didn't go too far before Brittany stop me.
"What is it this time, Mom?" I mocked her.
She puts her hands on her waist.
"Aren't you taking a cab? Don't tell me you planned on walking there!"
"I'm going to the bus station, it's cheaper!"
"But going on a cab is faster"
I shake my head.
"I ain't gonna waste my money on cabs, taking the bus helps save money"
"Why is everything about money to you?"
I laugh and wave her.
"I should get going, I didn't wanna miss the bus" I told her.
She simply nod, while I continue on my journey.
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I don't know how long I have trekked, but it's been a long distance. Passing by a coffee shop, I decided to get a cup of coffee.
It helps me a latte.
I enter the coffee shop, my haste steps falters when I see how long the line is. I imagine my head getting bigger and bigger like those cartoon characters.
When in God's name is it gonna be my turn, my shoulders slumps down. I turn and decide to continue my journey, but I collided with a hard-soft surface.
I groan lightly and rub my forehead. I look up and my eyes meet cute blues eyes staring back at me, I take a step back to get a proper view of the face.
I chuckled when I notice his features are like those of Ken doll, barbie's boyfriend in almost all barbie's series.
I'm still chuckling when he clears his throat. Involuntarily, my eyes wander down to his chest and I gasped loudly.
His white T-shirt stained with black coffee, I quickly reach for my handkerchief in my pocket and starts wiping the coffee off his shirt. But I think I only made it worse.
I withdraw quickly and faced down.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin your shirt, I have always been clumsy but I swear I didn't do this on purpose, it wasn't my intention, I'm really, really, real,,,,,, " I'm cut off by his chuckling.
Raising my head and looking at him, amusement is clearly written all over him.
I frown. Shouldn't he be angry? Why is he laughing now?
"You have more coffee on you!" He said in between laughter.
I look down at myself, it's true.
"Oh!" I exclaimed feeling a little bit embarrassed.
Before I knew it, I see a hand holding a handkerchief reaching for my chest. My eyes grows wide.
What is he gonna do?.
His hand stopped right on my breasts and he starts wiping.
I gasp. My dignity!
My hands worked on their own and lands a very hot slap on his cheeks, both sides at once. I grab my luggage and dash for the door.
"Sorry, mister. But I don't allow such nonsense!" I yelled as I run out.
"Wait,,,,,,," I hear him say, but I'm already out the door.
I didn't bother reaching the bus station anymore, I just board the first cab I saw.
"Where to, ma'am?" The driver asked.
"The Morgan's mansion!"
"Ok!" Then he starts the cab.
I breath out in relief. That perverted psychopath!.
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The cab driver stops at a big gate, I alight and paid him his money.
"Keep the change" I told him.
"Thank you, ma'am"
I head towards the gate.
I sigh, how do I let them know someone is standing outside. Then I saw a small button on the gate, I pressed it and waited a few minutes.
Soon, a security guard came out.
"Good morning, ma'am" he greets me.
This security guard seem so serious and all but he's quite polite.
"Morning, sir"
"How may we help you?"
"I'm the doctor!"
Realization dawned on him and he quickly opens the gate and let me in.
Entering the compound, I'm awestruck!
A big mansion proudly stood in the middle of the compound, the kind in which most American kids dreamed of growing up in.
Secluded among trees on one of DC's most exclusive streets, it had turrets, gables, balconies, a screened-in front porch, a free standing garage and a pool at a corner.
I really can't wait to see what the inside would look like.
The security guard opens the main door and we step into the living room.
"Wait here, I will inform the General of your arrival" he said.
I nod and he head towards a staircase.
I look around, with my mouth slightly open.
"Just how rich are these people?!" I questioned myself.
Though the house is very big, but the living room is quite narrow. The floor paved with green flowered bricks and the walls paved with white flowered bricks, these colors made the room more bright.
It has one door and two windows, one window is near the steps and the other is it's opposite. From this window, one can see the bright blue sky and get a perfect view of the city.
A big flat screen TV rests on the wall, brown velvet sofas and a black coffee table in front of the TV.
But the walls are bare, no paintings or pictures to compliment it.
Hmm, I guess the master of this mansion must be a boring man.
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