Innocent ✔️

Seven

I stopped asking questions, this won't lead to anywhere else than make me more scared of who I am going to live with for awhile but when she realized how I felt, she laughed.

"God bless you girl," she said laughing. "They won't hurt you. They are just carful not to loose their power to the other families."

"What power they have anyways?" I asked before I could stop myself. My curiosity is killing me and I can't help it.

"Ugh, enough talking about this already. We have to get you to meet Mister Mickelson before he leaves. He said that Miss Brooklyn warned him from you and your brother. Dangerous teenagers?" She teased.

Once again, I didn't know what to answer. Also the thought of Miss Brooklyn that I thought will never come back just came back when her name met my ears and it brought anger and depression in me again when I almost thought I won't feel again.

We walked in the long hallway and in front of a one of the big door, she stopped. She looked back at me and whispered "make sure he likes you. You don't want to get him mad at you, trust me." And turned the knob to open the door before I could ask any more questions I wanted answers for.

So many questions hunting me and I wasn't so sure if it would be better if I kept them inside of me or ask them away and stress myself because of the answers but for now, I don't have a choice, I walked behind her inside just to see two feet on the desk with and his face hidden behind a long opened newspaper.

"Mister Mickelson, here is Miss McLeod. Do you need anything else from me?" She politely asked.

"You can leave." He coldly said. The way he said it was just so...I don't know if what I want to say can be explained in any way out loud used by English words because I guess it just doesn't have an understanding explanation. He had the same accent as Miss Robertson but I wasn't surprised. I expected him to have it.

"Sit." His voice was so unemotional and his face was still hidden behind the newspaper.

I forgot if Miss Robertson said he was nice or not. I remember her saying that he won't hurt me but she also said I better make him likes me because I don't want him not to but how? The way he is talking is so cold and I don't know if I should just obey or say my word. Miss Robertson didn't tell me much of what I was doing here. She just told me he wanted to meet me. What way? Meet me as if talk to me for awhile or meet me as if just see me and know what I look like so he doesn't wake up the morning and look around the house to a random new teenager walking around the place.

I still hesitated if I should sit or not. I was standing a little far from the desk and my heart was already trying to explode out of my chest and to be honest I was scared to walk any closer.

All of sudden, his hands pushed the newspaper apart so now I could see his face and said "I think I asked you to sit, Miss McLeod. Don't be scared, I don't bite!" He smirked.

Great, he has a sense of humour there. I finally decided to walk closer under his gaze and ignore my heart for awhile and sat on the chair in front of the desk. I was looking at my lap, not knowing where else I should look, or do for that matter. I wanted to get out of this room as soon as possible. I was so stressed and I didn't even know why.

"Anastasia, isn't it?" He asked, leaning back on his chair. He kept staring at me for a few seconds and I could feel his eyes burning my side of face even if I wasn't looking.

"So," his voice were louder, causing me to jump in my place. "Miss Brooklyn warned me of you, Anastasia. Why is that?"

"I-I don't know. She doesn't like me...I guess." I murmured with a low voice but I was sure he heard me perfectly.