The hatch was wide open, and I could feel the people behind me stop breathing, frightened. I prepared to launch myself at this person, but it happened fast. I was hugged tight. I got alarmed. I tried to push this person away. He took a deep breath while hugging me. I hated being sniffed by anyone, and I stiffened. I heard the familiar voice say, "Are you okay?" Chris said.
I look behind him and see Noelle smiling with a threat. I try to act more out of it so they don't put a strict punishment on me. I looked at him more, trying to connect with reality. I shoved him back again, and he let go. I climbed up, reaching my hands out to the children inside the hatch. One by one, I told them help had arrived. They were all elated as I helped them. Christian worked hard. They're prepared to break inside. I looked around the villa, which is huge. The hatch is in the living room, covered by a carpet, and the brutes are on the kitchen floor, tied up with a lot of wounds everywhere on their bodies, grunting and groaning. I finally got out.
We all got out of that hatch inside the house. Chris talked to me in private, and Noelle handled the situation with the children and girls. "You're not being careful; I told you before if you wanted to go outside, we could go out." I didn't put my attention on him, but I heard him. I just felt guilty. I looked around; the sun hasn't risen yet, but it's cold. He stared at me, not knowing what to say, and waited for me to speak instead. I could see him worried and sick. I looked back at him and said "Sorry, I never expected that it would end this way.".
He looked pained and cut me off from speaking. "Sorry? Just that? Your next words are going to ask me, How's the follower that i send to you doing?" I looked down, i don't know what to say.
He knelt in front of me and held both of my hands softly, shivering. His actions was just like an injured animal's: Genevieve, please... I'm begging you; I lost you for 100 years! Don't make me lose you again!" He shouted
"This time I was scared that my world had gone dead and silent—you're going to leave me alone again." His eyes resembled soulless dolls that people had abandoned and left on the shelves. I look at him with complicated feelings.
I was speechless. I have seen people desperate for others, but never for me. There is one on the 21st, but I died to escape those complicated emotions. This is why I don't want to go back in any form to any of the lifetimes I have encountered dealing with people that I left on the fly. It's like leaving them on hold when they ask an important question. I thought of something and sat down at his eye level, held his hand tighter, lifted his head, and looked at his red eyes. I said, "Okay, I was wrong; I won't do it again. If you want to, you can just lock me up inside the manor for you to stop your unease." He looked at me and said, "Okay," then smiled, then chuckled as I looked at him. His eyes bore no loneliness that I saw before; he changed so fast, like a blink of the eye. Then I realized, 'I was tricked, This man is a snake'
I look at him wearing his smiles with a spring flower camera filter, and even though I feel stumped, I'm just going to let this slide. I did run away from the manor just to have fun. I look away from him and feel the wind. I couldn't feel it warm or cold before he tried to put a white robe on me. Why didn't it feel cold at that time? I didn't think about it at all before because he put on the robe fast. I keep on thinking a lot of things. And the wind on the library windows. I pretended not to notice it, but I expected it to be cold. Winds are meant to be cold. Then the water recedes. like it's vanishing into nothing. Then I would feel refreshed afterwards; the pain that I was supposed to feel is gone, like I didn't get hit. 'What am I?'
He saw me deep in thought, and his gaze never wavered. Im trying to hide the slap that caused a bruise on my face by just showing the other side of my check. It was still quite dark; the sun is still not up yet, and the location is on the outskirts, and I didn't want to worry him or say sorry again, so I just said it honestly, "Don't get mad; I'm going to say something." He looked at me surprised, smiled warmly like he just got a good morning message from his loved one, and then said, "This is the first time you actually... In any case, it feels good."
I got embarrassed. I felt shivers along my arms. He stopped speaking halfway. I looked the other way more. I felt bad for making his mood go down again because he did ask if I was hurt, so he might get upset again because I didn't answer him before. I tried to play it off, saying, "Maybe I can just solve it on—." His gaze went cold. I looked at him dead in the eyes. He looked down on me like a black panther gazing at a little doe's shackling legs. He said, "Continue what you're saying." He smiled, showing his top white teeth like a predator finding his prey. I looked down and just gave up and said, "It's really bothersome, so I'm going to ask you to solve it for me." —this sucks
We walked out of the bush that we were talking privately i tried to calm myself cuz i feel jittery after that conversation, I'm a person that doesn't like to ask for help, its like I'm going to owe them something thats necessary to pay it back and I don't want that, this is really uncomfortable i feel like really need to add something. I feel conflicted.