Sarah-Jane Watters · @LiveInDakota
24th Aug 2011 from Twitlonger
It's that time again!!! :D BtG TEASER!!! Chapter 18 "In Darkness he Thrives" - Enjoy!
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I heard the door to our suite open before sounds I knew I never wanted to hear again filtrated through the crack in my door to my unwilling ears. My mother was giggling drunk, and I was pretty sure that in the moments she was quiet I could hear a grumbling male voice and even moaning.
I shuddered as I brought the duvet tighter around me, as if that would somehow take me away from my mother’s activities. The door shut loudly behind them, telling me they couldn’t care less that I was there and probably sleeping. I looked at the clock and groaned, it was only one thirty in the morning. Renee would probably be "entertaining” for at least a few hours.
I cringed and tensed as they passed my door, with what sounded like my mom being pressed up against the wall every time they stumbled. I screwed my eyes up as if it would help rid me of the mental images their noises were creating; it wasn’t hard to believe what was happening mere feet from me. I might not know much about men, dating, sex or pleasure, but I had read my fair share of novels, and I had read enough to know at least a little about different scenarios.
I breathed a sigh of relief when her room door clicked shut. I let myself believe everything would be okay, but after a few minutes my relief was short lived. I heard something hit the floor with a dull thud before a low groan filled the air – I couldn’t believe the walls could seriously be that thin. I had nothing to go on because my mother had always found her fun elsewhere, if I were to say anything about her, it would be that she had never brought a man home when she knew I was there already. This was a new low for even her – was she putting on some sort of show?
In a split decision I was out from under the covers and grabbing a pair of jeans and a hoodie from my closet. I stuffed my legs and then my arms into the comfortable clothes, grabbed the duvet from my bed, slipped on my Converse and made sure to pick up my bag from the chair in the corner.
Opening the door as quietly as I could possibly manage, I tiptoed out and along the hall in the opposite direction from my mother’s room, struggling to close out the sounds of her “extracurricular” activities.
I averted my eyes from the strewn clothes in the living room area, opened the suite door and crept out into carpeted the corridor. It wasn’t until I’d reached the foyer and the elevator opened that I knew what I actually wanted to do.
I made my way as inconspicuously as I could across the open-plan floor towards the concierge – not an easy feat I realized whilst wrapped in a hotel duvet – and smiled sheepishly when I stopped in front of him.
“Miss Swan?”
“Uh, I was wondering if you could call me a cab?” He nodded his head with a smile, eyeing the hotel property wrapped around me like a security blanket.
“Where would you like to go, Miss?”
“Volturi Studio’s, please. I’m going to get some work done seeing as I can’t sleep.”
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