A friend

Adele's POV

Ace!

That's his name. Ace made sure I had enough to eat at the dining, he paid attention to me when they're all focused on eating.

You should smile more often, you look more beautiful when you smile and you should relax and be at ease.” He upper lips curled and I chuckled slowly.

“I'm calm, I'm not nervous” I said looking around to see if anyone was listening to us, most especially Killian but he was focused on his phone while the others were having loud conversations and laughing loudly.

He smiled widely while shaking his head gently.

“You look half dead every time I see you, you look like you saw a ghost five minutes ago” I couldn't control the smile on my face when he bumped his shoulders to mine.

“I… I'm….” 

“It's fine, I'll be scared if I were you too but if you don't over step you're not going to get hurt. What I'm saying is that you should breathe. Okay?” I notice the look on his face… it's that of worry or …..

He blinked and it's gone before I could make out what it was

“Okay. Thank you "I nodded, grateful, this is the first time I'm having a conversation with someone since I moved into this scary house that's full of scary people, not just any conversation but a good and friendly one.

“Alright, see you around Harris” he winked at him as he pushed the chair back and walked out, I realized they're all done and stepping out.

I smiled at him and nodded again. I watched his back fade into the hallway, his long hair bouncing behind him until he disappeared through a door.

I think I have a friend, I finally have a friend here. It's nice to talk to someone here.

“Aren't you leaving?” I blinked my eyes several times as I remember I was still in sitting and it wasn't just me, my eyes met with Killian cold gaze 

As he towers over me.

“I'm not done eating, I still have….” unable to finish my statement when my empty place stared at me, I didn't realize I'd empty my plate.

“Stand up!” he barked at me all of a sudden, I fumbled with the chair in fear and hit my thigh against the table as I stood up.

I don't understand the change in his voice, not like his voice was calm but increasing the pitch and causing me a heart attack is not something I'd expect.

“Get out, to your room” I looked deep into his eyes as he muttered those words. His ice cold eyes that hold no emotion held my gaze.

What's his problem? I was sitting in my room when he asked me to join them, he ignored me all through the dinner and again, he's commanding me to get lost and go back to my room.

Always acting mentally unstable

“What did you say?” he raised a brow

“Did I say that out loud?” I asked myself again, loudly. 

“No, no I wasn't. I didn't mean to, I wasn't talking to you” 

His eyes darkened, my hand gripped the table for support as he stared into my soul. His jaw tightened as he talked a step towards me and gripped my forearm aggressively, his nails dug deeply into my skin.

“I've been trying my best not to unleashed my anger on you, your presence irritates me that all I want to do is snap your neck with my hands. I hate that you have to breathe the same air as me, I hate the name Harris still exists and I have to live with you in the same house but what I won't let you do is talk back to me. When I talk you listen and talk when I ask you to” 

I winced softly, his words piercing deep into my heart, overcoming the pain he's inflicting on my arm, his eyes deeper than usual. 

I nodded hastily, desperate to leave and cry my eyes out in my room. 

“Words!” His grip on my arm tightened, I couldn't bear the physical pain, tears threatening to fall .

“Yes, Yes sir” I replied muttered with my eyes closed, I felt a jack and he pulled me closer to himself. he lowered his head, his breath against my neck as he leaned to whisper in my ears

“Sir, Mr Brown is here” I heard a young man's voice behind me, unlike the deep voices I'm used to. The voice was smooth. Killian straightened up and walked out, not sparing me another glance after nodding at the man.

I heard his departing steps and I slowly released my hold on the table. I turned my head in time to see the young man walking closely behind Killian. He looks young from behind, probably the youngest I've seen around here.

I sat down for a while to regain my composure before heading to my room, and although the voice in my head was screaming at me, telling me to run as fast as I could at any chance I got.

I need to leave this place if I want to survive, I need a plan but before that I need to know why Killian lied to me, I know he's Jacob. Today, while I watched him walk out, all I could see was Jacob and I needed to know why he's Killian and not Jacob.

I need to know what he has against me and my father, especially the Harris name. I want answers, I need answers. I realized I've been mourning him hurting me and not why he's doing it. I don't deserve any of this but at least I should know the reason why I'm been treated like trash.

I should know why everybody hates me, I'm particularly sure it's not because I exposed his face. There's More to it and I'm going to find out.

I check every drawer in the room for a jotter and pen but there's nothing, I don't have my phone, iPad or laptop with me to draft my move so I made mentally note.

First, I need to make friends. I need to get close to people in this house.

Is that possible? I don't think so

Will I try it? Hell yeah!.

I'm not sure of the outcome but at least I have Ace now.

One at a time.