A past

Freya’s point of view

Waking up in the morning, I felt like my throat was dry. What the hell happened to me? I inwardly asked myself as I opened my eyes.

I straight away sat up looking at the bed. Rubbing my eyes, I looked at the scene before me. Alyssa was all intertwined with Marcelo.

I sigh heavily as I watched over them. What was he thinking coming into this room>? Did she know that he was here?

I swallowed hard, tiptoeing to his side of the bed. “Hey.” I poked his shoulder, and he was fast asleep.

I poke his shoulder again, and he groans, looking away from me.

“Hey. You need to leave now,” I whispered to him, knowing Jason might come to the bedroom any time, knowing his sister was unaware.

I heard a few steps approaching the room, and I cringed.

A knock suddenly comes on the door and I looked at Marcelo who was not waking up. Does he know what this will do?

He tries to open the door. I pray it is locked and luckily it is.

I close my eye praying that the moon goddess will have mer