After Damien left, Bellatrix tried sending Avery a couple more messages and tried calling, all of which went unanswered.
With anxiety slowly creeping into her chest, she could help but pace the room while biting on her fingernail.
Why aren't they answering? She thought, throwing another glance at her phone which now lay on the bed.
Could something have happened to them? To Charlie?
Her thoughts spiraled, her chest felt tight and before she knew it, she'd chewed too deeply into her fingernail.
A hiss escaped her lips and she quickly withdrew her finger. Staring down at the red that seeped through the wound, she sighed.
She had to stop, otherwise, she would end up injuring herself.
Glancing back at her phone, Bellatrix hesitated, but eventually picked it up and dialed a number.
It rang for a long time before it went to voice mail.
Exhaling heavily, she buried her face into her palms.
Why weren't they answering? Was
Surprise washed over the table in two waves.First, the silence before the storm. Everyone was stunned, eyes wide mouth hanging agape as they stared at Sarah.Then came the second wave, the whispering. Heads turned, mouths moved and somewhere through the growing chatters, Sarah heard it, the sound of a camera shutter.That was enough snap her out of her dazed state and out of the blues—"Ahh!"She shrieked, the sound cutting through the whispers that were floating around the table. The sound of her chair screeching against the floor followed shortly after as she stood up, bumping into the table and nearly knocking the chair down.She turned to face Bellatrix, so sharp that some particulars of the soup slipped off her hair. Through her soaked hair, she glared, or at least, tried to."You...how dare you do this to me–""Don't paint me to be the bad person now," Bellatrix said, her voice flat, almost sounding bored, th
Twenty five minutes, two changes in outfits, one internal debate on whether she should go down for dinner or not and a single growl from her stomach, later, Bellatrix walked into the restaurant situated a five minutes' trek away from the resort.Nathan was the first to spot her, waving cheerfully at her before she rushed up to her."Miss Bellatrix," he greeted, grinning from ear to ear as usual.Seeing his cheerful attitude eased some of Bellatrix's bad mood. She smiled softly at him."Mr. Thomas was just about to send someone up to get you," Nathan pointed at the man who was already approaching them.Less than a minute later, he stood in front of Bellatrix and gave a polite bow. "Mrs. Laurent,"He greeted, but Bellatrix's eyes twitched at the title.She was growing to hate it by each passing day. She really needed to act fast and get rid of it.Tucking the disturbing thought to the back of her mind, she forced a smile.
After Damien left, Bellatrix tried sending Avery a couple more messages and tried calling, all of which went unanswered.With anxiety slowly creeping into her chest, she could help but pace the room while biting on her fingernail.Why aren't they answering? She thought, throwing another glance at her phone which now lay on the bed.Could something have happened to them? To Charlie?Her thoughts spiraled, her chest felt tight and before she knew it, she'd chewed too deeply into her fingernail.A hiss escaped her lips and she quickly withdrew her finger. Staring down at the red that seeped through the wound, she sighed.She had to stop, otherwise, she would end up injuring herself.Glancing back at her phone, Bellatrix hesitated, but eventually picked it up and dialed a number.It rang for a long time before it went to voice mail.Exhaling heavily, she buried her face into her palms.Why weren't they answering? Was
Sara took one look around the room Regina would be staying in, as she walked in, and she frowned."This...this is your room?" She asked, her eyes scanning the room once again, as if doing so would magically make the interior of the room morph into something it wasn't.The room wasn't all that bad. A comfortable king size bed was pushed against the far corner, a wardrobe directly opposite it, and a balcony window beside. The room had a homey feel to it, any one would have appreciated such a place.But Regina and Sarah weren't just anyone. They considered themselves to be the top of the top, the best, one could say. So, to be given a room so average, nothing like the master's bedroom they'd both dreamt of, felt like an insult in their faces.Behind Sarah, Regina brushed past her, bumping shoulders with her. She was pissed and didn't bother to hide it.She tossed her luggage on the bed with a huff and dropped down beside it, gnawing on her lower lip a
The clicking of Bellatrix's heels against the floor was the only sound that could be heard as they walked towards the master's bedroom.Behind her, she could feel Cillian following. Surprisingly, he'd been quiet the entire journey, not a single word slipping past his lips.Not a single action either.He just followed her, as if waiting for something to happen.As they stepped into the room, Bellatrix finally turned and faced him. She met his gaze and unlike his strange quietness, his gaze remained the same, observant and blank."Let's make some rules," she suggested, her voice flat. "Since we're going to be sharing a room for the next three days, I think it's wise to lay down some ground rules," she said, her face contorting ever so slightly at the mention of the timeline.It was already one thing to be staying in the same house as him for the next month and a half, or so, but to be in the same room as him for the next three days, it was pus
Bellatrix's expression crumbled in a matter of seconds."Fuck no," she muttered, the words leaving her lips before she could stop them."Eh?" Thomas flinched at her words. However, before being given a moment to process them, Cillian stepped forward."Not enough room?" He questioned, lingering behind Bellatrix.She sensed his presence. Casting a look over her shoulder, she met his gaze and felt the urge to frown. But after little consideration, she came to the conclusion that he wasn't worth her emotion and strength.She'd much rather conserve it for someone who would.As she looked away, Cillian's gaze lingered on the back of her head for a few seconds before he swallowed thickly and directed his gaze back to Thomas.Behind them both, Damien glanced between the two of them and chuckled silently, yet, just like when he'd been talking to Bellatrix, spilling lies even didn't believe, it lacked sincerity.It lacked everything.