Do You Believe In Love ?

Do I hate or appreciate?

Before I could go anywhere I had to get stitches, 26 and counting. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would, but then again I can take pain. Can't say the same for old Eliza over there, in the corner with 6 different nurses. Isaac approached me, turning my gaze away from Eliza, he stared at me firmly. I returned the stare back at him, and he motioned me to follow him. He took me to the library. Thousands of books surrounded us, a fireplace in the middle of the room, lounge chairs and couches surrounded us. This place was like heaven, one of the things I learned while being alone was how to live in a world of fantasy. Books were like dreams to me, I just wished I could live in a world where I had found my prince charming. In the corner of my eyes I caught Isaac looking at me, a smile had risen across my face. He nodded his head and I was off, browsing the books, picking up one here and there and laying it down on the table. Isaac walked towards me, "We need to talk." My smile had vanished and I made my way to the couch. Isaac sat right across me, and he looked serious. "What is there to talk about Knight?" His face had become less stern and I could see a slight grin appearing. " I realize we have a lot to talk about, and I know you hate me for killing your parents, but I had to do what I had to do for my family. You understand more than anyone, what it takes to protect and avenge family." Sadly, I had to agree with him because it was true, I knew exactly what it felt like. "Tell me about your sister, why did my dad kill her?" He looked up at me hesitantly. His eyes had fallen back to the ground, he started picking at his fingernails. I could see the pain in his eyes even when he wasn't looking at me. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, I understand you hate me just as much as I hate you." With that being said he looked straight at me. "I don't hate you Adeara, I admire you. You're not like your father, you may be a killer but you have a mind of your own. You don't listen to what anyone has to say, and you don't care what anyone thinks." I suddenly looked up at him, not hating him as much as I should. I knew my parents were bad people, although a part of me missed them, there was another part of me that was glad they were gone. They made me a killer, they taught me that I was all alone, that there was no point in having another life because they were gonna control it anyways. "You know I don't hate you as much as I should. A part of me hates you for killing my family but the other part of me wants to thank you for it," I said. He looked at me sideways and left it at that. I didn't want to push the issue any further seeing as we were on good terms at the moment. I liked this side of him, the vulnerable, sweet side. Although the stuck-up, feisty side was definitely sexy, he showed me a part of him that I wasn't ready to kill, a part I couldn't kill.