Weakling.

"Christopher!!!" 

I had almost forgotten about the overwhelming presence in the room. Butler Chris suddenly went stiff, and I was frozen in place too. He had spoke with such deep authorative voice, resounding inside the room. And the room got even way more hotter than before! 

"Y...yes sir?" Chris stuttered in reply. 

"Eat!" He stated firmly, and the butler quickly took the seat and started munching down the food. Well anyways even though I was extremely hungry, I was kind of glad. He made the food, so he should enjoy it. If only he isn't so stiff and scared as he did so...

I heard a hissing sound behind me, and when I turned around I noticed that the man hadn't even taken a bite of his food, and his eyes were blazing with...fire!! He didn't move as always, sitting like a stature with his legs crossed. There were lines between his forehead, for some Reason I felt as if I couldn't move an inch. 

Our eyes were locked, and it was like he had this hold on me. Like those eyes, those eyes that had turned more red than brownish were boring into mine as if he could see my deepest secrets. A shiver ran up my spine at the thought as I finally managed to tear my eyes away from him. 

"Miss" chris spoke and I waited for him to say more," I'll make you another as soon as I'm done" he was so nice, and I already respected him. He had a vibrant smile. 

"Don't touch my foodstuff. I didn't buy them so you could make them for her Chris!!" The man spoke again, and Chris quickly nodded at him looking scared. 

"And you maid" The man now turned to me. I faced him but avoided eye contact. But I would have sworn again that I saw him smirk. Infact he smirked and he's still smirking as he spoke," Do you think I built this house so I could give you the luxury to eat anytime you wanted, to make Chris cook for you anytime you felt like?" 

What...is he even saying??

" Now listen and listen good, you are in charge of taking care of the house and making it spotless, not eating and satisfying your hunger. I won't tolerate it...don't you ever think of making me angry!!" 

I swallowed the lump in my throat, praying the tears threatening to spill wouldn't fall," I understand" I said, before walking away from the room. 

I didn't have the strength to walk that far so I headed straight to an empty small opening close to the garden in the house. There was nothing there except four walls, a ceiling and the ground, followed by the garden itself. 

The place was very much...uhhh well there's a lot of air coming in and out and it had made me feel sleepy when I was cleaning it so I sat down there, leaning my head on the wall with my eyes closed. 

The breeze was very cold, but I could bear it. It's not like I was given a room where I was supposed to sleep in or something. At least I even have a roof over my head!

I sighed in regret, I shouldn't have spoken to him that way. Just look at the way I kept talking back at him even after he had saved me...

I'm really really stupid, and I deserved how he had spoken to me tonight. But still, I couldn't put away the pain I was feeling in my chest. I don't think I can move any part of myself, and I'm really gonna faint anytime soon.

But it still just couldn't compare to what I was feeling right now. But no matter how I see it, there's always been a pain in my chest, a pain that kept growing day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second, no matter how much I had promised I would find myself.

I would find a way out. 

No matter how much I assured myself that everything would be alright, that I was strong enough, I knew I was weak. I was so weak I don't understand how I was still alive up to this point. 

Look at me, just look at me I'm so filthy I gross myself out. I...I...I...

My body finally crumbled and my head landed on the ground, as hot tears spilled down my face. It's been so long since I last let myself break down like this...so very long. 

I was aching right there in my chest, and breathing felt so hard. I held my chest, as I sniffed and gasped and wet my face over and over till my head began to throb in pain and my face felt swollen. 

Everything kept coming back to me with full force and my heart, my chest, every part of me was crying, shivering, trembling...

Should I...

Should I...

Should I just...

The sun was pouring in through the window, touching my feet. It was already morning, but I was still lying there on the floor. My whole body felt numb, and I was just too weak to even move a finger. 

My face was still wet, and more tears still flowed down from my eyes. Damn it I'm supposed to stand up! I can't let anyone come see me like this. I tried to move my legs but my thighs cried, and I quickly stopped. 

No! I'm gonna try over and over again till I get up. I know I'm sick, after all the work and cold, but I didn't know it would be this bad. 

"Miss!!" Christopher's voice rang inside my ears, and I heard his footsteps as he ran to me. 

He bent down till I could see his worried face, and said" God! You're burning!" "You need to be taken to the hospital!" He added. 

"N...no..." I managed to say through my burning throat but he had already scampered off screaming," I'll go call for help, Sir Would take you for proper treatment!" 

Oh wow! This is not good! I need to stand up before he returns here with that man. If they try to help me, there's a huge possibility that one of them might touch me by helping me up and that's the last thing I ever want to happen!

I groaned in pain, as I was finally able to move my leg a bit but my knee joint stopped me again, and I gritted my teeth this time to make me not groan instead. My body felt so heavy, and my eyes were still leaking. I was able to move again, using my hands to try and push myself to my feet when...

"What a weakling" I heard that familiar mumble, and the whole place became hot. A chill ran down my spine, and I sighed. I didn't hear his footsteps coming closer to me so it's possible he just stood there by the door staring at me with his arms crossed. 

"Stand up already, or do you...need my help?" He asked, and with his tone I already knew he had a smirk on his face. Was the man enjoying seeing me like this? Who knows? But isn't that how he's always been?

That could be his nature...

I slowly shook my head, and quickly stopped realized it had been pounding! Infact my head was on fire and I remember seeing Chris as a double person the time he was here minutes ago.

Why won't my body listen to me?? It's true that I had stressed it out too much, and God I'm sorry. But please right now I need to stop least get up. I want to get up! I can't stay down here forever! I have to keep moving, keep going! I promised myself so!

I said I would make it!! So why!! Why won't you just listen to me!! I banged my fist both my fists on the floor, and pushed myself up finally on both legs. But as soon as I did that my legs trembled and I quickly grabbed the wall before I fell. 

My breathing was high and fast, and there was this nerve wrecking pain in my chest. I looked up at him, and just as I had said earlier he was leaning on the door with his arms crossed looking very amused. He had changed his clothes, and was putting on a green T-shirt, and some jeans. His hair was looking damp, and some sticked to his face. 

"I...got up" I croaked out. 

"But you're about to fall again" he mused, his smirk getting wider.

"I..w..won't!"

"Then come here, walk towards me and let me take you to the hospital" 

Levi watched in joy as her expression darkened, and she shook her head slightly again. She's just barely standing, and he just asked her to walk over here. That would be impossible for her at this state. 

"Hospital?..I don't want...to go" she said. 

Wait...so it's the hospital she's worried about? Why doesn't she wanna go? Or...is she scared of them? Isn't this interesting? But damn it his guess was wrong!! He had thought she didn't want to walk up to him because she couldn't, but because of the hospital part. 

Now he had to be guessing when it came to this girl...which made it so much more interesting. 

"But I'm still taking you" He said firmly, and he caught the once again darkened expression in her swollen red golden eyes. Her veil was also looking wet, and she was almost looking dead. He could tell that she had lost some weight from just last night. 

"Oo...okay..." She sighed, looking defeated. 

What? Did she just agree??

"When would we be off?" 

I opened my mouth to say something... anything...but nothing cane out. She's gotten him speechless again. 

"I need to at least bath" she stopped, her eyes closed and her breathing got faster. Her legs wobbled again, and she gripped the wall even harder than before. 

"Miss!" Maya finally heard Christopher's voice and the sound of his steps getting closer to her. He now looked more worried than before. 

"Your bath... is ready in your room" he told her, and her eyes widened in surprised. Did he just say...herroom?? Like a room just for her? A place with a something soft to sleep on? Like maybe the ones saw usually see around her? The ones she saw while cleaning yesterday??

"I...have a room?" Maya looked up at him. 

He nodded, and stretched his hands out to touch Her. It was obvious that he wanted to help her walk there, but ahwwas too afraid. If what she thinka would happen happened, then it would leave both of them shocked. But how should she tell him that it's okay that she can manage herself but sincerely speaking she doesn't thinks she can move an inch from here or she'll exert herself way too much. 

"Christopher! You've done your work! Now leave!!" The man growled, and the butler quickly left the room. 

Phew! That was too close. Now it was time for me to find a way out of this, but once again I heard footsteps approaching me. Faster than before, and that familiar feeling ran though me. 

Before I could even look two strong arms grabbed mine from the wall and I almost flared in shock. My whole body went wild and I let out a small scream. No!! I should run! But my legs wouldn't move.

The hands pulled mine and let it go in mid air, and I couldn't stand without support so I had to look for the closest thing to hold on to, and it just happened to be him again.

His shoulders!.