Drama Novel
Chapter 9: •Home•
Chapter 9: •Home•
Quinn:
When I opened my eyes, I was standing in the middle of my bedroom. The warmness of the house
brought peace to me. I'd been away from the house since I traveled to Russia where I'd ended up
falling into Gonzalez's trap.
All lights in the house were off and I couldn't risk switching them on, just in case if my home was being
monitored. In the darkness of the room, aided by my night vision, I stripped off the cassock and
everything I had on, moving to the bathroom for a much-needed shower.
Stepping into the bathroom, I looked into the mirror to see my dirt covered face. My natural tanned skin
was covered in dirt, making me appear dark-skinned. Although I'd cut my hair to a shorter length, it still
looked unkempt. My beards were also overgrown, covering up my lips.
Moving away from the mirror, I got scissors and returned to cut the beards. After cutting them to a
considerable length, I shaved them off. My fingers grazed the clean-shaven skin. I threaded my fingers
through my hair. I needed a haircut but the current length wasn't so bad. It was resting at the nape of
my neck. Exhaling in satisfaction, I stepped into the shower.
I stood under the shower for a long time, letting the water wash away months of sweat and dirt. The
water slid down my body, rinsing away the soap lather. Once I felt squeaky clean, I stepped out, drying
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The consequences of not sleeping well for eight months were beginning to take its toll on me. My
eyelids were getting heavy with the need to have a good night's sleep. At the sight of my king-sized
bed on entering the room, a yawn slipped from my lips. Forgoing clothes, I marched towards the bed
and fell on it, not bothering to cover up with the comforter. As soon as my head hit the pillow, sleep
whisked me away.
Intense hunger woke me up from my deep peaceful slumber. On opening my eyes, the room was much
lighter than it had been at night. Though the windows were locked with curtains down, it was easy to
tell it was daytime. I closed my eyes, meaning to revel in the peace and quietness of the house but the
rumbling of my stomach disrupted me. I needed to get food.
Driven by the hunger, I got up from the bed and moved to my walk-in closet where I pulled on a pair of
sweatpants. Thereafter, I left for the kitchen. The kitchen was the same way I'd left when I'd traveled to
Russia. Except dust had settled on every surface. I stood in the middle of the kitchen, contemplating if
I should clean before I cook or cook then clean. In the end, my desire for neatness won.
About an hour later, I was done cleaning every surface of the kitchen and other parts of the house that
also needed cleaning. To say I was thoroughly exhausted was an understatement. Walking back into
the kitchen, I opened the fridge to see a few foodstuffs that hadn't gone bad. I made a simple omelet
meal.
A while later, I was done eating and cleaning. I decided to check the house for any signs of visitors
while I was away. There we hid cameras in every corner of the house that served as my security
system. Walking into my room, I got a remote from the drawer of the nightstand. The remote was used
to open the compartment of the wall that housed the television. Pressing a single button, the wall
opposite the bed shifted inside, revealing the tv.
I turned on the tv, watching the camera records but I found nothing. With that, I turned off the tv and
stepped towards the window, lifting the curtains a little to peep outside.
People were on the streets moving about. I envied their freedom. Though I'd escaped, I couldn't be
seen out. That would be suicide. I was positive that they'd been informed of my escape and are now in
search of me. Soon, they'd come to the house to find me.
I needed to get out of town for a while, to a place where they can't easily find me. While I'll be there, I'd
have to find a way to deal with Gonzalez and the priest. That was the only way to get my freedom.