Page 10 of Capturing Ava
The sunlight hits my eyes as soon as they open. I had lived in the dark for so long that the only luxury I appreciated was light. It was my Saviour. After all, it was the only thing that had given me the understanding that I was still here, that I still existed and I wouldn’t be clueless. Not again.
The buzzing from my phone jolts me from my thoughts. Reaching across, I pick up the phone, but my body freezes as my gaze falls upon my nightstand. I see a bunch of blood-red roses spread across my nightstand. The fear climbs from my body, pushing me deeper into an anxious pit of despair.
Somebody had placed these here while I slept.
They weren’t there when I went to bed last night, but there they stood with a charcoal envelope wrapped in a blood-red ribbon. With shaky hands, I reach over, taking the envelope between my fingers and opening it to see an identical charcoal letter with gold lettering.
My eyes scan across the words and I’m unsure of my reactions as I read each word, becoming more and more puzzled.
Good morning, Ava
Have you ever realized how stunning you appear while you sleep? It’s a pity because those blue eyes are something that has always enchanted me.
Suppose you’re wondering how I crept around your house unnoticed.
Don’t worry about that, little beast.
The truth will come to light.
But for now,
Enjoy your day.
Ghost.
The letter didn’t instil calm in my body, quite the opposite. I throw the letter down, not even bothering to pick up the flowers. Let them die. I didn’t care. How did he get in? Then the piercing fear hits me with one notion: he was here while I slept.
Then each notion would tumble across my already fried brain.
Did I lock the door?
Was it someone I knew?
Someone from my past?
The man who gave me nightmares? I shiver at that thought alone. God, I hope not.
Little beast? Had he given me a nickname already? Can’t say I enjoyed this one. It wasn’t the most flattering.
The most important thought I had and the one that kept circling:
Who the fuck was Ghost?
I’m not sure how long I take to move out of my bed, but I trail my body down the stairs and sit in front of the steaming cup of coffee, staring into space. My morning had taken a horrendous turn. He was in my house. MY HOUSE.
“Where have you been?” I hear her screech as she crashes through the French doors. Jumping up, my heart rate flies to the moon. Looking across, I breathe a sigh of relief at my friend Audrey, who looks at me in confusion. “You’re not dressed.” She frowns.
“Thanks for stating the obvious,” I smirk.
“You also haven’t posted. What gives?”
“I’m allowed a day off.” I sigh.
She clambers across to me, her long dark hair drapes across her body as she moves. Her big oval deep-set brown eyes peer at me with curiosity. Her hand moves across my forehead while she shakes her head.
“What are you doing?”
“Oh, you know, checking for sickness,” I smirk. “You don’t look sick.” She shakes her head. “You’re not hot.” I shake my head at her theatrics. “So, that doesn’t explain why you haven’t posted.” She takes a step back with her hands on her hips. “Well, I’m waiting. Now explain.”
