Twelve white lies chapter 9Twelve white lies chapter 9 by ~Sirilla-Love-Bill
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He did not order me down into the basement again. Not after everything that had happened. And to say I'm relived, is an understatement.
He leads me down the same hall we went trough moments ago, but instead of walking all the way down to the basement, he stops at one of the doors we passed. It seems like just another boring looking door, but when he opens it, I see it differently.
Its walls aren't grey; they are a light shade of blue. The floor, which is covered mostly of a carpet, is wooden. The rug lying on top of the floor is also blue. A fluffy looking rug. I would have settled for that fluffy looking rug, after sleeping on a sofa for days. But there's a bed in there, and by just looking at it, I'm sure I could die happy. Its amazing what a proper room can do to you, after nights in a basement.
"Is this going to be enough? I can sure get you anything you need. Do you need cloths?"
His weak attempt on making thing all right, flatters me. His uncertain