Hello hello 😈.
I'm back, and better than ever bibi.
This week's chapter is dedicated to my love, my one and only, the love of my life...YOU ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎
"You useless shit, your one job is to sit there and look pretty, but you can't even do that right, can you." The sting of the words thrown at me, pierce further than last time. My nails digging into the skin of my hand.
"Mother, it isn't my fault. That noble tried to-"
Her hand strikes my face, before I saw it coming this time. The pain setting in instantly, as I grind my teeth. The clacking of my teeth growing louder and louder in my head.
"Enough! I don't want to hear anymore of your stupid excuses. You're locked in until further notice." She groans, her heels clicking against the tiled floor.
I rush forward springing to life at her last words. Desperately sprinting towards the door, to get there first.
"No. Please!" An arm wrenches me backwards, my head spinning.
The guard grabs my waist and lifts me off my feet roughly pulling me back from the door and her. I was so close, just a little faster. Just one more second.
"Mother please! Please! I beg you, not again!" I scream, twisting and kicking at the guard.
My mother doesn't stop though, her heels continue to clack all the out the door.
By the time the guard lets me go and locks the door I've lost all energy and will to do anything.
Crumpling on the floor, my legs giving out to the utter hopelessness of my situation.
"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." I mutter rocking back and forth crying to myself.
There's only so much pain I can take.
"I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you."
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"Adria?" The sound of my middle name crashing through the sound of roaring waves on sand. "You alright? You were crying in your sleep." Jasper's face comes into clear view above me, with eyebrows knitted together, concern etched clearly onto his face.
I swipe at my eyes, removing the tears welling up. "Yeah, I'm good. It was one of those crying happy tears situations." I tentatively smile, sneaking my shaking hand behind me, pushing up from the ground.
I start to notice our surroundings, looking around. The sand on the beach being swallowed by its opposition, the tide. Memories of roaming the market of Medeis and too many foot races in the streets, hazily push through the blur of the many shots I ingested.
Lying on the tiny blanket underneath us, to my right Jasper is eyeing me.
"What? Is my face swollen or something?" I swat at my cheeks, to make sure they aren't the size of boulders.
That odd look in his green eyes, get more intense as he laughs trying to catch my hands.
"Your face is fine, if anything it's more than that." He whispers the last part.
His hands are holding my wrist, which are on either side of my face.
Our faces mere inches apart, I can't help but take glances at his mouth. How smooth, and soft they look. The pull to tug at his lips with my teeth, and feel what would surely be a cloud, making me inch closer to his face.
"What does that mean?" I mumble, out of breath.
My heart beating out of its cage, as my mind produces images of my mouth on his, and the reverse.
"Nothing."
His hands leave my wrists, grabbing his things and standing up.
The cold air snaps me out of it, smacking me against a giant brick wall. The warmth on my wrists the only evidence of whatever that was.
I clear my throat as I get up feeling like a complete idiot. Brushing off sand that managed to wedge itself into places sand should never be.
"So, it wasn't entirely horrible hanging out with you, but I have to get going. I have to make it somewhere important soon, it's a whole thing. See you, around maybe."
I lie, a small smile on my face as he turns to face me. With my shoes in hand, I start to back away, waving goodbye.
Just as I turn around though, I hear him call out.
"Wait!" He jogs over to me, still covered head to toe in sand. "Sorry, this stuff is impossible to get out." He grins, ruffling his hair spraying sand everywhere.
"Hey! Don't get more on me, I just got some out of my shoes!" I shout, trying to block the sand with my shoulder. Not leaving my shoes exposed to more of the contagious material.
He laughs loudly, shaking his head even harder than before.
I roll my eyes, turning back around and walking.
"Hold up, okay I'll be serious." He chuckles. "Let me walk you back to your place." He offers with a wide smile.
I grunt in acknowledgment, shrugging with indifference. Perking up besides me, he walks with a skip in his step. His chipper mood, lifting mine only slightly.
"So where do you live? A giant palace?" He jokes.
My heart falls into the pit of my stomach as I realize that if he walks with me he'll see where I live. Under normal circumstances I wouldn't mind, but weirdly I have a gut feeling this dude shouldn't know where I live.
Not because it's a bad feeling, but because if he tries to find me tomorrow he'll know I left Medeis.
Which means if anyone questions him about me, or my whereabouts he could get hurt. And while I may not give a rats ass about most people, he is different.
"Actually I just remembered, I have to get to an interview and I'm late so another time, okay?" I walk faster to avoid eye contact. If I look him in the eyes now, I'll give it up.
"But-"
"See, ya!" I wave, sprinting away.
I take a sharp left and run down the next street for a short while before taking another sharp turn. By the time I stop, I'm very out of breath. I look to see the Inn's lit up sign up ahead, as I rest against a wall in a small alley.
I close my eyes focusing on controlling my breathing. I never got training for my abilities, so when I'm too worked up it goes haywire. And with an ability like mine, that could be dangerous for a lot of people.
Guilt starts to set in, as I let myself think about what just happened.
I didn't want to just ditch him but I didn't have many options. I just wish I didn't have to be so awkward.
"Wow, you are fast. I'll give you that."
My eyes whirl open and I push off against the wall immediately. Surprised to see green eyes standing at the end of the hallway.
"How did you-?"
"Manage to avoid getting ditched in the middle of the beach? I don't know I guess I'm fast too." He shrugs, a frown pulling at the corners of his mouth. "You are a horrible liar by the way. If you're going to ditch someone, next time make it more believable."
Slowly approaching me, like I could bolt at any second.
Since my legs are still screaming in pain, I've got to come up with something.
"I-"
"Ah, ah, ah. No more lies, and no more running. Just tell me the truth, and I'll be on my way." He cuts me off, removing the finger on my month.
I sigh, nothing like being caught to make you confess. "Fine." I groan. Mentally noting how he isn't physically exasperated, meaning he does this a lot. "Tell me though, do you chase after girls often or am I the only exception?" I smirk trying to throw him off the subject.
"You could say it's part of my job description. Now back to the main issue, you dodgy speedster." He squints putting both arms on either side of me.
"I don't have a real place, alright?" I try to take a deep breath but all I could smell were fresh pages of a book. The feeling of being wrapped in a blanket, while reading invaded my senses. The scent somehow smelled warm, like I was inhaling a warm drink on a cold rainy day.
"I was evicted from my place, and now I live at the Silver inn." I turn my face towards the wall, avoiding those piercing green eyes.
His hand brushes my curls back from face, tucking it behind my ear. "Stay with me, then." His eyes fixated on the brick behind me, when I tried to meet his stare.
"What?" I laugh, swinging out from being pinned between his arms. "This isn't some romance movie Jasper. I can't just move in with you, be serious."
I scoff, walking out the alley way, and turning down the street.
"Why not?" He asks, keeping up with me.
"Because that's not how life works!" I exclaim, stopping to face him. "Please tell me you're not serious?"
He frowns. "And if I am?" He pushes past me.
"No." I answer, still standing at a stop.
"Okay. If that's your final decision I respect that, but why do I get the feeling that you're making that decision based off of fear?"
He stops, turning to face me.
"What could I possibly be afraid of?" I push back.
"Us, Adria. Us."