Constellations
✰ Chapter 15 ✰
Stefan's P.O.V.
"Hm. Well, I'm gonna hop in the shower real quick, if you don't mind." Mia says. Perfect.
"Of course not, love." I smile. God, I hate acting this fake. I mean, I get sex out of this little act, but I'd really rather not have to play boyfriend for god knows how long.
With that, Mia confidently strides over to the washroom, naked hips swaying side to side. Maybe it won't be so miserable after all...
As soon as the door shuts behind her and I hear the water turn on, I get out of the bed and put my clothes on when I hear a beep sound off. I look around, searching for the source, when Mia's pink-cased iPhone comes into view. I pick it up and peer down at the screen which displays a new text message from Ember.
Damn, are things just going my way today, I think.
Ember: Hey Mi, just wanted to let you know that things went well between Harry and I. Thank you for stopping by last night. xoxo
Ugh. Girls. I unlock the phone which, to my luck, has no passcode. Clicking on the app labeled Contacts, I quickly search for Ember's name under the E section. Got it. I forward the contact information to my own phone and close the app, leaving no trace of my snooping. I lie in down right back where I found it in the first place it and slip my shoes on, not bothering to tie the laces. I scribble my number and a quick note on the pad of paper on Mia's nightstand and head out the door before she exits the washroom. Level one completed.
Ember's P.O.V.
After locking the door to my office, I head out of the building, only stopping to say goodbye to Rebecca before walking out to my car.
The air is freezing, but I'm lucky there's no rain tonight. I can see my own hot breath in front of my face as I walk, childishly fascinated by it. I puff out three short breaths in a row, just to see the smoke-looking breath appear, disappear, then reappear again right before my eyes. Are you 5 or 20, Ember Veal? My subconscious scolds me. Oh, I have issues...
As I reach the back of the building, I enter the parking structure in which my car awaits. I cannot wait to turn the seat heaters on once I sit inside. As I fish my keys out of my small under-stuffed purse, my phone sounds off, so I grab it out also. The screen displays a text alert, so I unlock the home screen and click the messaging application and open the text.
Unknow Number:
Ember Marie Veal
Born August 30th, 1993
206-889-9016
403 Firethorn Drive, 92888
See how easy it is for me to get your information?
I have eyes everywhere.
-D x
My hands tremble as I read the message, knowing exactly who it's from. How the hell did he get all my information? He didn't even know my first name when we met for the first time in Harry's apartment for fucks sake. I pick up my pace, moving faster towards my car across the lot. Who knows what kind of sick people are out here watching me. I never know anymore with Dennis. I need to be as careful as possible.
I reach the car and unlock it, literally hopping inside out of fear. I shove the key into the ignition and back out, putting my seatbelt of as I go. All I want is to get out of here as fast as possible.
Without even realising it, I find myself driving to Harry's house I stead of mine. I suppose its my subconscious' way of telling me that I shouldn't be alone tonight. Or maybe that Harry is the one who shouldn't be home alone tonight. But what about tomorrow night? Or the night after that? I can't keep living in fear like this, and I can't just move in with Harry permanently. Even if I did, Dennis could still get to the both of us. He's done it before, he can certainly do it again.
I park next to Harry's car and get out, double checking that the doors are locked before I leave. I wish I didn't have to be so paranoid.
I reach the front door to Harry's and pound wildly on the door, eager to get safely inside for both mine and his benefit. I feel determined to both our lives safe from the dangers of Harry's past, but as soon as the door swings open and I see Harry's face, a wave of emotions crashes over me and I break down right I front of him on the porch. I am oblivious as to what happens next except for the feeling of Harry's strong hands lifting me up off the ground and taking me into his arms.
My vision is blurred and my hearing is poor, but I can make out words of sympathy and questions coming from Harry's mouth. I am at a loss of words; strangled cries the only thing I am able to project at this point. I just want it to end, to go back to normal before Dennis happened.
I can't do it anymore.
"Hm. Well, I'm gonna hop in the shower real quick, if you don't mind." Mia says. Perfect.
"Of course not, love." I smile. God, I hate acting this fake. I mean, I get sex out of this little act, but I'd really rather not have to play boyfriend for god knows how long.
With that, Mia confidently strides over to the washroom, naked hips swaying side to side. Maybe it won't be so miserable after all...
As soon as the door shuts behind her and I hear the water turn on, I get out of the bed and put my clothes on when I hear a beep sound off. I look around, searching for the source, when Mia's pink-cased iPhone comes into view. I pick it up and peer down at the screen which displays a new text message from Ember.
Damn, are things just going my way today, I think.
Ember: Hey Mi, just wanted to let you know that things went well between Harry and I. Thank you for stopping by last night. xoxo
Ugh. Girls. I unlock the phone which, to my luck, has no passcode. Clicking on the app labeled Contacts, I quickly search for Ember's name under the E section. Got it. I forward the contact information to my own phone and close the app, leaving no trace of my snooping. I lie in down right back where I found it in the first place it and slip my shoes on, not bothering to tie the laces. I scribble my number and a quick note on the pad of paper on Mia's nightstand and head out the door before she exits the washroom. Level one completed.
Ember's P.O.V.
After locking the door to my office, I head out of the building, only stopping to say goodbye to Rebecca before walking out to my car.
The air is freezing, but I'm lucky there's no rain tonight. I can see my own hot breath in front of my face as I walk, childishly fascinated by it. I puff out three short breaths in a row, just to see the smoke-looking breath appear, disappear, then reappear again right before my eyes. Are you 5 or 20, Ember Veal? My subconscious scolds me. Oh, I have issues...
As I reach the back of the building, I enter the parking structure in which my car awaits. I cannot wait to turn the seat heaters on once I sit inside. As I fish my keys out of my small under-stuffed purse, my phone sounds off, so I grab it out also. The screen displays a text alert, so I unlock the home screen and click the messaging application and open the text.
Unknow Number:
Ember Marie Veal
Born August 30th, 1993
206-889-9016
403 Firethorn Drive, 92888
See how easy it is for me to get your information?
I have eyes everywhere.
-D x
My hands tremble as I read the message, knowing exactly who it's from. How the hell did he get all my information? He didn't even know my first name when we met for the first time in Harry's apartment for fucks sake. I pick up my pace, moving faster towards my car across the lot. Who knows what kind of sick people are out here watching me. I never know anymore with Dennis. I need to be as careful as possible.
I reach the car and unlock it, literally hopping inside out of fear. I shove the key into the ignition and back out, putting my seatbelt of as I go. All I want is to get out of here as fast as possible.
Without even realising it, I find myself driving to Harry's house I stead of mine. I suppose its my subconscious' way of telling me that I shouldn't be alone tonight. Or maybe that Harry is the one who shouldn't be home alone tonight. But what about tomorrow night? Or the night after that? I can't keep living in fear like this, and I can't just move in with Harry permanently. Even if I did, Dennis could still get to the both of us. He's done it before, he can certainly do it again.
I park next to Harry's car and get out, double checking that the doors are locked before I leave. I wish I didn't have to be so paranoid.
I reach the front door to Harry's and pound wildly on the door, eager to get safely inside for both mine and his benefit. I feel determined to both our lives safe from the dangers of Harry's past, but as soon as the door swings open and I see Harry's face, a wave of emotions crashes over me and I break down right I front of him on the porch. I am oblivious as to what happens next except for the feeling of Harry's strong hands lifting me up off the ground and taking me into his arms.
My vision is blurred and my hearing is poor, but I can make out words of sympathy and questions coming from Harry's mouth. I am at a loss of words; strangled cries the only thing I am able to project at this point. I just want it to end, to go back to normal before Dennis happened.
I can't do it anymore.
Notes
It's short, but I feel bad for not updating in like, forever, so here you go!-Daisy
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12/10/13