Chapter seven

Adele's pov: 

Again, like deja vu. I opened my eyes to the now familiar room with Killian waiting for me to wake you but this time, he has his legs crossed and his back resting on the small chair in the corner beside my bed. His expression was readable, the lines on his forehead hinted that he was not asleep and the little movement on his leg made me anxious.

Being in the same space with him makes me nervous, he's so big that he took the entire room and left me with just a tiny fraction of it.

“I see you're awake” his voice cut through the room, sucking up the little air in the room as he eyes bore into mine.

We need to do something about this habit of yours” he started before I could say anything “I see you falling over and fainting everywhere, going in and out of consciousness as if you want to run down the store. I won't have you play that game in my house!” His voice was annoyingly high at the end of his word.

I blinked several times to be sure I heard him right. He thinks I passed out intentionally? Really?. I opened my mouth to say something but my blood ran Cold when I looked into his eyes. I opened my mouth but couldn't form any words.

My face shifted from him to my fingers that are pinching my arm, I nodded at him.

“Yes sir” 

“Good, be at the dining hall in five minutes” he said like words tasted bitter in his mouth, he must despise me sitting at the same table with him. I watched the side of his mouth twitch at the idea of it, with furrowed brows he left my room.

My hands found its way to my chest, caressing it slowly as my heart pounds against it. I need to escape this hell hole but first I need to survive.

I found my way to the dinning and it's the first time I'm stepping into this part of the mansion. I got lost in the art pieces in the hallway.  A painting of just colours caught my attention, I kept staring at it strangely but I still can't find the meaning in it, all colours were smeared on the canva. I shake my head as the only meaningless art in this hallway.

“This one here completely ruined the beauty of every art piece here, It should be removed” I said to myself, as I moved to the other art work.

“Wow, this is….” My words caught up in my throat when I heard footsteps approaching very fast. I needed no one to tell me they belonged to Killian. My legs moved even before my brain could fully comprehend what I was doing, I was standing in the dining hall already. I scout down to my knees to catch my breath but when I raised my head, my lungs were knocked not out of the air by the pairs of eyes staring at me.

Not just staring, glaring, poking holes into me as if looking into my soul and sucking life out of me.

“I… Goo… good” I took a step back and another, like a prey who's in the midst of its predators, I stuttered, unable to make out words. I took another step back this time with the determination to run as fast as my legs could carry me, they didn't blink, not even once. 

My back collided with a rock right when I'm about to run, I looked up and met other daunting eyes and again my legs gave way leading me to the floor.

“Don't you dare!” A loud voice echoes in the hall. It is none other than Killian's voice, he's the rock that stopped me from running. I blinked my eyes multiple times in confusion, did he know I was going to run back to my room.

“Don't you dare close your eyes. What are you? A child? Falling and losing consciousness every second like you're fighting both epilepsy and joining your mother in her grave” I heard stifled laughter behind me and I wanted the ground to swallow me.

“Falling like a piece of paper when you actually look like a bag of potatoes should be a legal offence, in fact it's an offense henceforth. I don't want you damaging and causing an earthquake every time you fall.” I sat up on the floor staring at my fingers as they fumble around each other, he took a long stride past me and I could hear murmuring from the table.

I should stand up but I can't, I want to disappear so bad, I want to vanish into thin air without a trace or better still sink far into the ground. The shame of standing up after what Killian just said to me, calling me a bag of potatoes. I've never felt so small and too big at the same time like I do now.

“Are you just going to sit there?” I jumped up in fear at how deep and scary he sounded, without thinking twice my legs found it way to sit beside a scarred man, they all looked scary but his scar was right across his eyes like that of scar from the Lion King.

I sat there and watched them continue their discussions like they didn't just laugh at me some minutes ago. This feels like a school get together with the school bullies, I feel like an ant compared to the people sitting on this table. All twenty two of them. Yes, I counted.

“Are you okay?” I nodded without looking at the person's face.

“Then why aren't you eating?” He whispered in a low, calm voice, nothing like the scary voice that asked me if I was okay seconds ago.

I look up again, it's still the same scarred face guy. I tried to hide my surprise, but my eyes were bigger than usual and I didn't miss the little curl his upper lips made. Is that a smile? But it vanished before I could make the most of it.

“Whisper whatever you want and I'll help you bring it” he whispered to me in his low sweet voice again. I looked around and noticed the big bowls in the middle of the long table for the first time, each one of them serving their food from the bowls.

I stared back at him before nodding.

“I want eggs” I whispered and I watched him stretch his arm to grab the eggs, putting them inside my plate. He stopped when I nodded and continued with other things I mentioned.

I couldn't contain my smile as I dug into my food. 

I guess everyone here isn't that bad after all.