Ophelia

Chapter seven - part two - :~ the old man ~

Ophelia Rivers ' POV

My head was thumping loudly. I brought my right hand to it. I shifted. I was laying down on a bed.
A large bed...Soft sheets...My other hand gripped the fabric. So Smooth...

Wait whaat?

My eyes flew open.
A dim light made its way through a small window.

Where am I?

I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my palms. I leaned forward in order to get into sitting position.
My vision was still foggy, my head still hurting, my whole body trembling and screaming sick.
I adjusted myself as to inspect the foreign place.

Where am I?

Where's Zach?

Am I dreaming?

" No, you're not, princess " a familiar manly voice answered my thoughts as he came across me.

On one hand, I was glad and relieved that Zach was here, so he would explain what's happening. On the other hand, Zach answered my thoughts...Is that rationally possible?
I just ignored my curious self and asked him while he sat down in the couch right next to the bed.

" Where am I? Where are we?"

" We're in Sartrewood village. You passed out right when we met its habitants " he shrugged.

" I...what?"

" You passed out, blacked out, lost consciousness. How do you feel by the way?" he said getting closer and touched my forehead.
His cold hand caused me to shudder. He retreated back immediately, with a sorry look.

" What happened to me? "

" Didn't I just answer that question ?

" No, that's not what i meant. What happened ? Why did I black out when that old man was staring at me? I even saw a man in a black cloak watching me. What's happening to me Zach ? " I breathed hardly, feeling heat spreading in my entire body.

" I, myself, don't have a damn clue about it."

" What about the old man?"

" Which old man ? "

" The one who was glaring at you and..me. Was I dreaming or what?"

He chortled.
" Oh, you mean Donovan. He's nice. This is his daughter's bedroom you're sleeping in for exactly six hours." he checked his non-existent watch on his wrist.

" Okay" I replied, seeking for him to inform me more about the mysterious man.

" But seriously, he's very nice." he responded.
Apparently, he didn't get my message.

" Why was he staring at us that way?"

" That, princess, is the question I hoped you'd ask." he rubbed his hands dramatically.
I waited for him to continue, but he didn't.

"So? " I asked.

" Ohh, I thought you would get all excited and eager to know what I'm about to tell you. But, you know what, nevermind.."
And as I expected him to start telling me, he kept quiet.

" What now?" I asked him impatiently.

" I expected you to act just like I said. Because when I said nevermind, I meant the exact opposite actually."

That got on my nerves.

" WELL, STOP EXPECTING AND TELL ME ALREADY. I'M DYING TO KNOW. OKAY? I'M SO EXCITED AND IMPATIENT THAT I MIGHT EXPLODE ANY SECOND IF YOU DON'T TELL ME SOONER. IS THAT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU TO OPEN YOUR DAMN MOUTH ?" I bawled.