Chasing Sapphire

13. ESCAPE?

SAPPHIRE

I have tried to find a way out through the main gate five times since this morning but everytime I step closer to the gate, one of their guards catch me and force me to make my way back to the creepy room. But I have made up my mind now. I wasn't going to spend one more night here, no matter how difficult it was to escape this place.

So when I saw every person of this family gathered in Atticus West's study, I silently made my way to the only unlocked room in this house. The windows in my room were covered with glass so I couldn't exactly jump out of them. But last night, when I walked in front of Atticus' room, I took a small peek and found an open window inside.

I looked around to check if there was anybody watching me. When I was sure I was alone in the hallway, I opened the door to his room silently and tiptoed inside, closing the door behind me.

Adrenaline was pumping in my vein, making me feel bold and fearless. I looked around the room which was just as silent and creepy as the resident look on Atticus West's face. The black and grey theme matched his personality and the air smelled like him, like forest.

I was about to step towards the window when I heard footsteps coming towards me. The sound was loud and firm, reaching the room in a fast pace.

Not knowing what to do, I rushed into one of the two doors on both sides of the LCD attached to the wall. Pitch black darkness enveloped me, except the small slit of light coming through the bedroom.

I squinted my eyes to get a clearer look of my surroundings and when my eyes finally adapted to dark, I found myself in his closet. Several three piece suit of black and grey color were hung in front of me.

The footsteps finally entered the room and stopped for a moment. I held my breath, prayed internally that whoever that person was, he won't come here.

I peeked through the small slit and my eyes went to the mirror beside the window, in which the reflection of Atticus West could be seen clearly. His eyes were fixated on his reflection in the mirror, an incomprehensible expression on his face.

His hands went to the buttons of his shirt and he slowly undid them. My cheeks heated up in embarrassment and I looked away, not wanting to see a stranger man shirtless, especially someone as weird as Atticus.

But something came over me and forced me to look at him again. And when I did, I almost gasped, almost, thankfully the sane part of my mind didn't let me. The reason wasn't the sheer perfection of his sculpted body; it was the large lacerated wound on his arm. It wasn't healed yet and didn't look old enough.

The night when I was almost attacked by that white animal made an appearance in my mind. I had used a piece of glass to protect myself and injure the arm of that wolf.

'It's just a coincidence,' I told myself, after all, what other possible explanation was there.

But there were too many coincidences happening around me that my mind was doubting everything.

I retreated backwards and rested my back against the wall. The footsteps started to move again and my heart starting skyrocketing in my chest. The footsteps were coming towards the closet. The minute he would see me, I don't know how he would react. But I was sure he won't exactly greet me with a hug for being an intruder.

I closed my eyes as I felt his presence inches away from the door. Any minute now, he would open it and barge inside.

But for some reason, he didn't. Instead the footsteps changed their direction and made their way to the other door which was probably a bathroom. I waited for a few minutes but when the noise of shower emerged from the bathroom, I took a long sigh.