111- Moon Star?

Isabella

Another day, Another pointless routine. Currently standing over by a window with my hands against a wall do I move to listen as Sir Groucho’s cellphone begins to go off.

Sir Groucho moving to answer it quickly, his body still close to mine as he speaks in a language I have no single clue on as he continues speaking into the phone. Cursing under his breath as he does. Something obviously wrong and he needed to fix it.

Angry by whatever was said does he and Sir Grumpy pants move to have a few choice words with one another before moving to bark orders to those within the room. The sound of feet now rushing as they move to hurry before moving to leave the room. The door slamming shut behind them but not locking.

Huh?

Suddenly curious, I move to see if someone would move to lock my door. My interest piqued as I wait. No longer in a half-dream, half-state of sleep as I move to do something rash. A decision I don’t make likely without cause or reason.

Running for my chaise lounger do I move to grab my sweatpants that I had lounging on the chair before moving to slip them on. Currently only dressed in a flimsy pink nightgown from the previous night do I not bother to change.

Deciding that I would handle the situation later so as not to waste time, do I move to make my way towards the food that was brought in. Hoping to remain inconspicuous to those who could be watching, do I opt for nibbling on my fruit. Attempting to listen for any indication that someone might still be outside my door.

Easy Isabella, Easy. You have this. Everything will be alright. Just trust in yourself and it’ll all be fine, I say to myself. Hoping to give myself a tiny little pep talk before putting my plan into action.

Placing the now empty bowl down, do I move to grab the doorknob. My eyes now on my wrist which are raw and red as well as bruised from all of their cuffing. A wave of self-doubt now rising as I pause.

What happens to me if I’m caught? I could end up in so much trouble once I am.

With that little voice of self-doubt rising do I move to shove it aside. The need to get the hell out of dodge now overpowering everything else just by the simple need to see Lucus, Grant, Alex and Tony. My men.

My heart racing within my chest as my breathing began to increase slightly. Almost as if I was running a marathon.

Moving to peek slowly out the door do I move to look both ways. Almost like crossing a road. My eyes scanning the massive hallway as I do. Two chairs greeting my gaze as they currently stand empty along both sides of my door. No doubt chairs used by my guards when they stood outside my bedroom door.

With no one in sight do I finally make my move. Slipping from the room do I move to see more high vaulted ceilings. Soft cream carpets as well as soft amber lighting.

At least they had some fashion sense.

Continuing my way along the hallway do I manage to see several closed doors aligning on both sides of the hallway. As if preventing people from seeing what was inside each of them or to keep whatever was inside them in.

Advancing further and further, do I eventually notice what looks like two cutouts within a wall. Like it was dividing the hall before continuing yet again. As similar idea done on the left side as well but just slightly different compared to the right. The left side slightly bigger than the right.

Deciding on trusting my gut do I decide on following the left side of the wall. My body slowly creeping along as voices begin reaching my ears. Thankful that I opted for warm cozy socks than shoes made sneaking round much easier. The voices now yelling while doors slammed shut.

The sound of footsteps coming and going in what appears to be rushing as I eventually approach a very large opening. Hesitant upon entering, but once positive that I wouldn’t get caught do I move to continue.

A huge, spiral staircase now greeting my gaze as I slowly move to take it all in. Decked out in what appeared to be solid white marble and a huge chandelier now gracing the ceiling within the room has me momentarily stunned. The sound of scurrying drawing my attention towards the bottom level as I see nothing but a sea of black clothing.

Biting my lip do I slowly move to make my way down the spiral staircase. Each step taken is like another hope of not being caught. When reaching the midway point do I finally see the bottom. A small piece of me wishing that I had more time to admire all the architectural designs of this prehistoric building but with the need to flee like a bat out of hell now greater do I move to ignore my urge. Now taking two sets of stairs to quicken my descent.

My body pausing just long enough when I move to hear Angel and Caleb. Both clearly angry with whatever was going on downstairs.

“YOU FUCKING IDIOTS!” screams Angel, her voice lace with anger. “This is CODE BLACK” Then if that wasn’t enough to scare someone shitless does the sound of a gun going off drive the point home.

POP! POP! POP!

Quick to muffle my screams do I instantly remember a time when I walked in on Lucus and Grant. Both in a room much similar to this before they too ended up killing four people. A terrifying sight to behold and yet I wish I didn’t all at the same time.

“GET YOUR FUCKING SHIT TOGETHER” barks Caleb, clearly annoyed with the guards. “If the Bosses find out what just happened here then it’ll be OUR fucking heads on the mantle. SO, get your men and round up the fucking shipments. Otherwise, Angel and I will move to cut out your fucking eyeballs and then feed them to your families. ARE. WE. CLEAR?”

“Yes Sir” come a chorus of voices.

“Good. Now get this shit cleaned up before someone here see’s it” orders Angel, her voice now full of malice.

Still lost to the voices do I find myself thinking.

How? How are these two people the same people that I managed to grow up with? That insisted that we share all of our juiciest gossip when it came down to boys and girls and spending all of our free time shopping. How can they be the exact people who now stand before me. It’s almost like a complete night and day.

Now mourning the loss of my two closest friends now turned psycho do I send silent prayers to those they might have murdered in cold blood. My heart racing as I continue to listen for any and all footsteps. My eyes occasionally looking behind me before making my way further down the stairs. Careful not to alert them of my presence as I do.

When finally reaching the bottom of the stairs do I instantly stop. My lungs freezing within my chest as I spot the now dead guard who had been shot just minutes before. Now face down in a puddle of his own blood as I try not to hurl.

Adverting my gaze do I move to see two huge wooden doors. A crest of some sort carved elegantly within the paneling. Covered by a dark wood finished do I realize it was a nice contrast to all the white I was seeing. White walls, White ceilings to even White flooring.

Moving to hug the wall do I slowly force myself to sidestep the now dead guard lying on the floor. A nagging feeling beginning to rise at the thought of this being a little too easy and how no one managed to know that I had escaped from within my room.

Then as if to play some cruel sick joke do the devils themselves move to enter through the front door. Panicking, I move to hide myself just slightly behind the main door hoping that none of them would see me as they continue to walk past me.

The four of them a constant nightmare as they waltz right in without a care. The same four men who made me cringe in fear every time they entered my room. The same men who found pleasure in hurting me for their own sick twisted fun.

Thankful neither of them saw me when passing by as each of them were on their phone as if dealing with something rather important and whoever was now on the other end was getting their asses chewed out. Each one currently in “Boss” Mode and not the crazy psycho one that I’ve come to know. The scene reminding me of Lucus and Grant. Neither one allowing room for bullshit to fly. Their aura’s darker and when entering a room, they commanded respect and your full cooperation.

Feeling my chest begin to tighten at the memory of my men do I realize just how much I was missing them. Secretly wishing that they were here with me. My lower belly clenching at the thought of them.

Shaking the feeling away do I now notice that each of my crazy psycho’s had moved to another part of the foyer. A room I can only assume to be a sitting room of some kind. Giving me the perfect opportunity needed to run.

Rounding the door do I quickly dash from within, unaware of my surroundings as I do only to run or crash straight into something hard yet sturdy.

Oof.

Stumbling back, I almost fall completely upon my ass only for the said object to reach out and grab me. Okay… so definitely not a wall or anything like that.

Shifting my focus do I finally move to see who it was that grabbed me only to pale. Suddenly feeling a wave of DeJa’Vu wash over me as I stare at the person before me.

“Moon Star?”

No. It couldn’t be. This couldn’t be happening to me. With fresh tears threatening to spill do I say the words I’ve been meaning to say since seeing who it was standing before me.

“G-Grandfather?” 

*Author's Note: I know it's only one chapter but I plan to do a massive update over the weekend if I can. thanks for being so patient everyone. :)*