The Calm To His Storm

Luna’s POV It’s been seven weeks since I finally plucked up the courage to leave, seven weeks after the horrifying attack I faced at the hands of that monster. I can’t even bring myself to say his name, everything about him makes my skin crawl. Seven weeks ago I was subjected to the most brutal attack which left me traumatised, waking up every night due to constant nightmares and reminders of what I had faced that night, yet somehow that same night I saw the light. After the monster finished with me, he went straight to bed and slept like a baby as if nothing had happened. While he slept I forced myself up, grabbed my car keys and left with no hesitation. Of course I was a mess, my face was bruised and swollen, I was covered in blood and the most intimate part of me had been completely violated which left me struggling to walk while causing me pain. Unfortunately due to me moving over 200 miles from home when I got my nursing degree, I don’t have many people I can turn to for help.

Luna’s POVI was woken by my 5am morning alarm, it was Friday morning and we had decided to drive to London rather than get the train. As the drive was six hours long we decided that I would drive for the first three hours and Carrie would drive for the rest.I slowly dragged myself out of bed and searched through my belongings for something comfy to wear, I decided to settle with a pair of black leggings a black vest top and a nude oversized shirt, it was the kind of outfit you could dress up with a pair of heels or dress down with a pair of boots, obviously I chose the latter due to travelling all day. The hotel we were staying in was five star, I wanted to look at least somewhat presentable, Carrie on the other hand always went to the extreme. When she found out we were staying in a five star hotel she went and bought a whole new outfit just for our arrival, High wasted jeans a white shirt and blazer and a pair of high heeled stilettos, however, she did decide to drive in her train

Luna’s POVI woke from my sleep by the banging on my hotel door, I took a look at my phone and see it is 7.10pm, “SHIT” I say as I jump off the bed. I’m meant to be ready for 7.00pm, Carrie had booked us a table in the restaurant downstairs. I scurry to the door as I wipe the sleep from my eyes, I open it to find Carrie looking as stunning as ever. This girl never fails to amaze me, she always looks so glamourous.“What the hell are you doing, our table is booked for 7pm and you’re not even ready” she says looking annoyed.“I laid down for 5 minutes, I must have fell asleep, the next thing I know is it’s 7.10, I’m sorry I’ll quickly get ready now” I say.“Ok but be quick, I’ll go down to the table and get the drinks in while you get ready, don’t be long” she replied as she walked out of the room.I quickly showered and returned to the bedroom pulling all my clothes from my suitcase, I hadn’t even unpacked yet. I decided to go with a black strapless jumpsuit with slightly flared legs

Luna’s POVI was stood staring at myself in the mirror of the ladies room, what the fuck just happened I thought to myself. My hands were trembling, I swore to myself I would never let another man put his hands on me again and there I was with some asshole holding onto me like I was a piece of meat, the same asshole I met a short time earlier in the elevator.I can’t believe I did nothing I should have punched him right in his face, instead I ran off.Mr Callaso, why did he help me? I thought to myself although I was actually grateful for his help. My mind wondered to that accent of his, He wasn’t from the UK, he had an American accent, New York if I’m not mistaken but his name sounds Italian or Greek, his voice was so deep it sent shivers down my spine.“Luna” I was snapped out of my thoughts by Carrie, she looked worried. Shit I completely forgot about Carrie and ran off leaving her with the friend of Mr Callaso.“Are you ok?” she asked with concern in her voice as she ran over to

Luna’s POVI was woken by my 6.30am alarm. I rolled over to the bedside table, grabbed my phone and noticed I didn’t have any messages or calls off Carrie. I hope she’s ok. I messaged her when I got back to my room last night and told her to enjoy her night and not to worry about me before putting my phone on silent.I’ll check up on her on my way to my meeting I thought.I dragged myself out of bed and headed straight towards the kettle, I desperately needed my morning coffee.I rummaged through my wardrobe to find an appropriate outfit for today’s meeting.When I got in last night I couldn’t think straight, my encounter with Roman was playing on my mind so I decided to go through my suitcase and hang all my clothes in the wardrobe. It didn’t really work he was on my mind all night long, it’s fair to say I didn’t get a good night sleep either.I pulled out my grey tailored trouser suit with a white camisole top, pairing it with a some black stilettoes. This will work, it screams prof