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Chapter 18 I hid under a sofa

  Louisa's POV   Nothing calms me down better than music. I've been practicing playing the piano for at least a decade. My mom thought it was a waste of time and money for someone like me, but my dad insisted on paying ten dollars per hour to let me practice in a Piano Room that was located next to a public toilet in town.   "She looks like an angel when she plays." He would comment with a proud smile on his face.   How I wished I could go back to my parents right now! I couldn't wait to tell them everything I had been through these days!   I opened the lid and adjusted the height of the seat.   The moment the tip of my fingers touched the cold black and white keys, I was set free.   All the stress, pressure, and shame disappeared.   With a raised head and chest, I took a glance at the silver moonlight pouring from the windows and started to play.   It was my favorite piece, "Clair de lune" by Debussy.   Moonlight.   It was definitely Debussy's masterpiece. It was a translucent version of a poem.   Whenever I played it, I felt the strings of my soul pulled, like the lute in a skillful bard's hand.   When I first played the whole piece of work for the first time in my life, I cried my heart out in the small cubicle Piano Room that smelt like urine.   Never had I ever experienced such a beautiful and bold thing, which revealed the truth of life, a never-ending sadness beneath its fantastical disguises, like a marble statue of a fountain weeping with ecstasy under the moonlight.   I was sitting in the purest moonlight, wearing the most expensive dress and necklace in the world, playing the saddest tune on the most expensive piano in the world.   Tell me this wasn't a dream of mine.   Just when I was fascinated by the combination of moonlight and music, I heard the loud sound of a bump coming from outside.   I was startled and jumped up from my seat.   Then, I heard Lucas' deep, magnetic voice.   He was slurring something, and I heard a woman moaning.   "Oh, Lucas... Please don't do things like that..."   Was she begging him to stop or begging him to keep on going? It was just hard to tell.   "What? Today's my birthday. You can't say no to a birthday boy."   "Oh, Lucas, take me inside..."   Oh, shit. Now they're going to fuck in this room.   I couldn't possibly imagine what that asshole would do to me if he saw me again.   I wasn't able to run very fast, because I was wearing a fucking dumbbell on my neck and a pair of very uncomfortable Jimmy Choo heels.   I had to find somewhere to hide.   But the mythical part was, when the room is large and the amount of furniture is minimized, you don't have any place to hide from a horny couple.   I couldn't hide in the fireplace. I would look like a toasted Santa and it would be highly inappropriate.   I couldn't hide beneath the Steinway, because everybody could see me.   Damn. The only place I could hide was underneath the giant sofa.   But the catch was quite obvious...   I had to crawl on all fours to get there.   Shit.   I don't care. I'll do anything to stay away from a fucking asshole like Lucas.   As soon as I crawled underneath the sofa, the door of the room was pushed open violently.   I could hear people's footsteps.   Then, I saw a pair of expensive Italian boots stopping in front of me.   I held my breath and didn't dare to make a sound.   Suddenly, a pair of heels appeared. It seemed that the girl was busy making attempts to kick her heels off her feet, but the straps around her ankles stopped her.   Then, a sheer T-string dropped right in front of my face.   I could see the wet substance on the fabric and I didn't even want to know what the fuck was.   Then, I heard the bustling shuffle sound, as if they were wrestling. It was followed by waves of heavy panting.   "Oh, Lucas! Oh, mine! What are you going to do to me?"   Uh. Playing innocent doesn't work for him, lady.   "I feel turned on. What do you think I'm going to do when I'm turned on?" Lucas' voice was passionate.   Then, I heard a thump over my head as someone was pushed against the sofa.   "Oh, no! Lucas. Not there! Please. Don't! I've never..."   "Breathe for me. It will be easier for you to take it if you breathe," Lucas commanded.   The woman gave a sharp, brief screech, the woman started panting hysterically.   I didn't think she was breathing. She was obviously out of breath.   The screech in pain was soon replaced by the rhythmical sound of thrusting and moaning out of pain and ecstasy at the same time.   The whole floor was shaking with the thumping noise. My whole body was vibrating like hell.   OK. Hiding underneath the sofa was a bad idea.   A very bad one.   I looked around, trying to look for an underground tunnel that I could run away from, but it was in vain.   Just when I thought this couldn't be worse, the worst thing happened -   In waves of the organism, the woman finally managed to kick her high heels off her feet.   But unfortunately, one of them rolled underneath the sofa and stopped in front of my nose.   Ugh. This was bad.   She's definitely going to look for her heels after Lucas's done with her. And then, she'll see me. A fucking idiot hiding underneath the sofa, where she had just had her first annal sex.   No. No. No. I'm not going to let this fucking thing happen to me.   I collected myself and used the tip of my index finger to push the high heel out.   The heel dragged on the floor, leaving a low-volume rustle.   I immediately froze.   "What was that, Lucas? Did you hear it?" The woman stopped panting and moaning.   Shit.   "What?" Lucas asked absentmindedly.   "A rat! There must be a rat underneath the sofa!" The woman shouted in fear.

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