All Chapters of Luna lines: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

We walked to her porch and getting to the door I knocked. “Some one is home, I can hear the sounds made by her Tv. She must be inside “He said after a minute of knocking without getting any response.“But she is not responding “Which was bad, she would not leave her TV on but why would she not be responding if she was home.“That could only mean something is indeed wrong”“Then what should we do?”I asked unsure. I was starting to get scared.“We help ourselves in”“Would that not be wrong, breaking in”“Not when the life of some one is in danger”“May be in danger”I corrected him. We could be wrong about this. Maybe she simply forgot to turn off her TV. We were talking about an old woman here.“Maybe we should just call the police if we think anything is wrong. That is the most reasonable thing to do”I suggested“Why call the police when we are here already “Before I could contest he turned the knob and it opened freely. The door was not even locked then he entered inside while

After our meal we retreated to our room. It was quiet large. It had a queen sized bed at a corner of the room. The room like the receptionist area was decorated with lots of indoor plants in giant ceramic pots. The room was warm but the air I breathed in was chill. The effects of having so many plants in a room. I liked the feeling. The room was painted with brown paint and laced with gold curtains. It gave it this earthy tone and it looked comfortable. There was a three sitter sofa at the other side of the room and a vanity beside the bed. There was a wardrobe at the far corner of the room, I walked towards it and opened it to check the content of the wardrobe. There was a night gown, black and there was a sleeping garment for a man also hanging in the wardrobe. I felt the night dress, soft satin. I took it off the hanger.“I am going to take a bath before I sleep”I told Lucian who has been laying on the bed with his hands spread out since we got to the room.“Okay”He replied roll

She was making a great deal of noise and hermovements were causing a lot of discomfort. What was making her to scream even. I grabbed her hands that was around my neck and drew them apart before letting it go then she fell to the bed. I turned to face her and she got up from a lying position and was now knelling on the bed.“What is the problem, I do not know why you are yelling”“There”She said pointing her fingers in a direction. I turned to follow her direction. She seemed to be pointing at the bathroom door.“There is a rat, a really big rat. I saw it and I have been trying to get it out but it is not working. “A Rat?”I asked her despite hearing every thing she just said. So it was a rat that led to all these damages, messes, destruction and noise. I mean look at the room. She broke a lamp all because of a single rat“Yes. I am afraid of those things. They carry diseases.”She said curling up her toes in disgust.I sighed quietly for only me to hear. This was ridiculous. And

Why would Lucian introduce me as a room mate. Was that what he actually saw me as? Just a room mate.I looked at him but I noticed he was avoiding my gaze. He did not want to look at me, either that or he did not have the guts to look at me after what he just said.“Ohh, just a room mate “The Emma next door said and I saw her smile, a sly smile.I kept quiet and drew my food closer and started eating. I was not in the mood to talk to any of them.“Pardon my presence at your table, I was just hoping to eat with Lucian. Are you okay with my presence here?”She was directing her question to me.Why was she asking me this. Was she not already on our table?I lifted my head and I made eye contact with her. I wanted to tell her that if she really wanted to eat with Lucian so bad why don’t the both of them just get a table else where and leave me alone. After Few seconds of not responding to her request I spoke.“You are already here are you not? Do you not think it would be rude to tell

LUCIEN’S POVEver since this morning, Emma had been ignoring me although I deserved the cold shoulders, but it still hurt. I kept on stealing glances at her during our ride home this morning, but I couldn’t get a read of her emotions. She seemed closed off, and upset I just wanted her to smile at me again. I almost died of a heart attack when I finally heard her speak, but her words weren’t directed at me, But the driver.And I wished she would at least talk to me, I wanted her to hear me out so bad. Not even when I offered her my hand to take, her icy reply when I told her we had gotten home made me recoil.Uneasiness overtook me.I let her have her space after I asked her if she needed anything; she didn’t want me around her anyway, so I sat in the living room staring at her as she wrote, her face Devoid of any emotion. But I could tell she was at peace, at least before she wrote whatever made her heart rate rise a whole lot.She didn’t even speak to me on our way to the hos