DARKNESS IS LIGHT

Chapter 9

KELSEY

"Me?" I questioned pointing to myself and looking around as if there was someone else in the room.

Of course it's you dummy.

He shot me an annoyed look and shook his head. " No, the person behind you."

"Huh?" I quizzed, annoying him and myself in the process.

I wasn't trying to be dumb. I understand exactly what he was saying but it's like my brain had a slow time processing what he said. If that makes any sense.

I finally picked up on his sarcasm.

"Are you dumb?" He groaned, obviously with the intention of disrespecting me.

Well if I wasn't dumb when I was born I obviously am now. I couldn't possibly be in my right mind after all those hits I took to my head back in New York.

Ahh. New York.

"No I'm not." I stated with a bit of sass before getting up from the bed.

"So come on then and stop acting like it." As I was about to step off to follow him a wave of dizziness washed over me and I almost fell to the ground had it not been for the night table.

I grabbed ahold of it and it toppled over in the process.

"What the fuck is wrong with you piccola ragazza?" He rushed to where I was, harshly grabbing my upper arm and placing me to sit on the bed.
[Little girl]

"Non so cosa cazzo c'è che non va in mio fratello. Comprare una puttana che può camminare anche da sola. Decisamente attutire." He grumbled while picking up the table.
[I don't know what the fuck is wrong with my brother. Buying a whore who can't even walk on her own. Definitely dumb.]

They're always speaking in another language, definitely saying something they don't want me to hear.

"Come on." He grumbled before heading back to the door.

"What language is that?" What the fuck is wrong with my brain. I speak before I could even comprehend that I was speaking and by the time I realize I spoke, he'd already heard what I had spoken.

He turned his attention to me and I stopped, suddenly feeling afraid.

"I'm sorry... I don't... I'm sorry." I apologized feeling unbelievably stupid.

"Italian. Are you sure you're not dumb?" I groaned at his question. Of course am not.

Sounds a little like Spanish.

"No I'm not. My mind just feels mustered and confused. I don't know what's wrong with me. Oh my God, maybe I am dumb!" I tried explaining but ended up overreacting.

"Calm down cioccolato. It's probably the concussion." He smirked at me as if he received joy from seeing me being fearful of really being a dummy.
[Chocolate]

"Concussion?" I asked as if I didn't already hear.

"You know I am getting really tired of the meaningless repetitive questions and of having to repeat myself." He cooed stepping close to me. It startled me how his voice sounded so soothing but yet destructive. This man is scary and hell. I took a few seconds to observe his facial features and he was quite good looking. Sharp jawlines, piercing blue eyes and jet black hair perfectly slicked back on his head.

He's really disturbing.

He gave me a murderous vibe. Like a goodlooking psychotic serial killer vibe.