KNIGHT

Sixteen

I begrudgingly got out of bed and slip on my grey tracks with my black tank top and my white jumper. I tied my sneakers and got into the elevator. Hattie is spending the night at Michael's so I was really glad I don't have to answer any questions when I come back.

I arrived at the big estate of knights residence and parked at my usual spot at the side of the house and got out making sure to take my anger out on the poor door of the Toyota before ascending the stairs that lead to the brown english double door of the mansion and barging in seeing that few ofthe lights are turned on I walked forward until I was at the middle of the room where to my right was the sitting room and my left the kitchen, in front of me are the two stairs which curve opposite each other leading to the different hallways of various rooms.

I walked towards the living room where the lights were turned on and wasn't supprised to me a very handsome Mr Knight on his comfortable looking white sofa in half a suit that consisted of his black pants, white fitted dress shirt that would seem to pop out at his muscles, his vest still wrapped around his torso no tie hanging just his buttons unslotted and his now shoulder length hair free and tangled making me imagine running my hands through it. He was sitted with his right foot ontop of his left knee. There was a bottle of wine on the table next to sofa he was on, with his right hand holding his glass filled with it resting on top of his right leg and the other hand on his forehead clearly massaging it. He looked tired, and the stubble on his face with the dark eyebags didn't go unnoticed. And some how he still manages to look handsome.

He looked at me as I stormed in trying to keep my anger in check.

"Finally you're here" he muttered keeping his wine on the table and closing his eyes.

"Yes Mr Knight I'm here. Is there a reason you called me at 2 am in the morning" I snapped glaring at him with all my might while he just ignored the look and attitude I'm giving him.

"As a matter of fact there is a reason why I called you at 2 am in the morning Ms Clint and that reason is that I'm hungry."

Silence.

At this point silence was the loudest noise that you could hear.

"You what!" I snarled nastingly through my gritted teeth.

"I don't like to repeat myself Ms Clint I think you need to get a hearing aid I said I'm hungry" he clenched his jaw gazing up at me in some kind of sick amusement.

"Oh my God this is not happening" I mummerd to myself laughing a little praying to God I heard wrong but in reality I knew it was true.

"But why in the hell can't you order something or go to a 24 hours restaurant or  make something" I growled out.

"Like what Ms Clint"

"Uhh I don't know cereal"

"Do I look ten to you Ms Clint" I opened my mouth but was interrupted "Now if you could just go to the kitchen and prepare dinner or breakfast rather that will be real nice." And before I could give a retort he left.

"Ok ok Thea calm down, it's illegal to kill so calm down, Hattie is at stake so take deep breaths and hold back from decapitating him" I paced the room trying to think of soothing things like chocolates and shopping and hiking and so on. With all these soothing thoughts which where doing absolutely nothing in calming me down I marched to the state of the art kitchen and searched for what was available.

"Uggh I swear to God Hattie if only I didn't like you.." I complained and bought out some spaghetti and canned tomato soup with some pots. I put the spaghetti in the boiling water on the gas and wait for it to boil whilst I got extra ingredients for the tomato soup. I opened the fridge and saw some chicken that had been cooked but I still added it into the marinara sauce for it to marinate. I sat while that's done and rested for a bit on the kitchen counter waiting.