Forever Jinxed

Part 26

CHAPTER 26

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SORRY THAT I HAVENT WRITTEN IN FOREVER..... LETS JUST SAY I HAD HORRIBLE WRITERS BLOCK ON THIS STORY... WHICH: FUN FACT: IS MY FIRST STORY IVE EVER WRITTEN AND STARTED OVER 6 OR SO YEARS AGO!

ANYWAYS.... I KNOW ITS BEEN AWHILE AND THAT WHEN PEOPLE DONT WRITE FOR A LONG TIME THAT THE READERS GIVE UP N THAT STORY SINCE THEY FORGOT EVERYTHING BUT...... IM VERY ATTACHED TO THIS BOOK AND ITS SUPER SPECIAL TO ME SINCE ITS MY FIRST EVER... SO I HOPE YOU GUYS WILL STICK BY ME AND BECOME AS ATTACHED TO THE STORY AND ALL THE CHARACTERS AS I AM.....

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"Then tell me. Why exactly is it that I'm here? Who are you? What did you mean out of everyone, you chose me?," I paused, then before the person or whatever he or it was could interrupt me I asked the question that I was most afraid of knowing the answer to, "What the hell is this tattoo all about?!", my voice was showing my underlying panic and unsureness about the whole situation.

There was a very long, tense pause in which my breathing was short and heavy due to the fact I had put all of my pent up emotions and anxiety into that flurry of questions. My body shook with impatience and uncertainty of what my future held. When it reached the point where I thought I was going to explode from the unsettling and deafening silence a dark chuckle filled my ears.

I stiffened in response to the tone of his voice. Even when he wasn't speaking, he set all my senses on edge. I kept my head held high, my expression determined, and my resolve as strong as ever despite the fear I felt whirling within me from my core, outwards. At least I hoped it was just fear because I really wasn't in the mood to throw up at a time like this.

His laughter subsided and I mentally praised myself for keeping up my strong appearing exterior expression. His gaze then seemed to focus even more so upon me and he looked as if he was reflecting inwards. Something within me told me that now was not the time to speak up again, no matter how much I wanted my questions to be answered right this second.

"It most definitely seems as if I chose correctly", he looked at me almost appraisingly and I tried not to shrink away, "Good. It would have been a shame if I had chosen wrong. I'm not particularly fond of cleaning up messes. Which is exactly why I have you."

My eyes narrowed, "First of all, you don't have me. I'm not something you can just own. Second of all, you went through all of that trouble to get a maid?! Seriously? There are freaking numbers you can call in a phonebook for one of those. It's called Yellow Pages. You can also just dial 411 and ask for assistance! I mean seriously, I don't even like cleaning my own room so why the hell would I--", I trailed off at the expression on his face.

I mentally shrunk back midsentence. I couldn't tell whether his expression was one of anger or of amusement. From what I could tell though, it seemed like a bit both. Oddly enough, that scared me more than if he was purely enraged. The fact he may possess both at the same time just led me further into the belief that I had been taken by a mentally unstable sociopath.

I stiffened and my breathing became shallow as time seemed to stretch on. My internal turmoil was overwhelming all of my senses due to the once again stalk quiet room and I silently cursed him in my mind for doing this so damn often. It seems I would have to make a mental note to contain my sassiness even though I knew it would be completely hopeless. My sass was uncontrollable and at times I thought it was the only trait I possessed. Call it a defense mechanism or just call me a downright snarky bitch, both of which I've heard on multiple occasions, but I just couldn't contain the remarks. It was just who I was.