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" Adaline. "

A voice resonated in my ear, flatten and stifled.
" Huh? " I hummed, rising my head from my arms. Aiden was hunched down with a plate in his hand and few medical supplies sitting around him on the floor.
" I got you something to eat, but first let's fix you up. " He smiles, sitting the plate down. He opens up the medical box and takes a alcohol pad from the box. He rips the package open with his teeth and then pulls the wet pad from it. He comes closer to me and I press farther into the wall, flinching when the cold cotton pad comes in contact with my sore jaw and cheek. My eyes advert away from him, trying to abstain from looking at him.
" I-I'm sorry for hurting you. I am so terribly wrong for hurting someone I dearly love and I hope you can forgive me, it doesn't have to be now but maybe later, " He lamented regretfully.
My mouth stayed shut—not this time Aiden. He suspires dolefully and rubs some antibiotics on to the wound on my cheek, then smooths a band-aid on to it.
" Here. "
Aiden pushes the plate of what looks like eggs and bacon. I did not have an appetite, which is unusual. I pushed the plate away.
" I guess your not hungry, maybe you will be later. " he wavered, picking the plate from the ground and leaving out the room.
I reached down to go back to what I used to do for fun, play with a piece of trash and murmuring to myself.

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       The door groans as it was nudged open, I shifted my gaze to the door to see it was being nudged by Aiden's shoulder. His hands were filled with a plate of whatever food was on it and glass of water—I think and hope so. My stomach rumbles and turns; I am refusing to eat until I am taken out of this hell like room. I deserve to be free; if not in the outside world, which I prefer, at least around the house. I am fed up with doing what he wants me to do, why can't he just do what I want him to do—him to let me leave this depressing, mind-tearing room.
He vaguely beams, ambling his way over to me.
" I brought you some lunch, you definitely have to be hungry. " He spoke in a soft voice as he gently gets down onto his knees.
Nope, but I'll take the water.
He stares me into my dole eyes caringly, " Are you okay bunny? "
Of course not, dumbass.
" Can I just have the water? " I croaked, my throat dried.
He pushes the glass into my hand and I swallowed the flavorless liquid little by little. The ringing of the white noise soon picked up as we sat in the vexatious silence, eyes wondering around the room and uneasy movements.
Aiden breathes and his head drops, " can you please talk to me. "
I narrowed my eyes, " what is there to talk about. "
" Anything really, " He sighs.
I hmpt and smirked, " how about when you going to let me out of this miserable room. hm? "
" When I feel like I can trust you, " He frowns.
I rolled my eyes and turned my back to him, " go away. "
" N- "
" Now. "
He hurls an object across the room, " you need learn who you are talking too. "
" Whatever. "
He angrily huffs through his nose and darted out the room. ' Thank you. '
I praised the unknown presence. A wave of heaviness washes over me; a few tears slips from my eyes as I tried to control my trembling body. I hate it here, I hate him.

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Sorry that its not alot, I have been trying to catch up with my school work. ( ͡°Ĺ̯ ͡° )

// Written: April 11, 2021 //
// Total of words: 629 //

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