Cataclysmic Infernal

CHAPTER 11: Heated

I woke up from my slumber to a soft touch on my forehead. Moaning slightly from the feeling it gave me I slowly opened my eyes. Upon opening my eyes the first thing I saw was the beautiful shade of viridian eyes looking at me with slight worry and relief.

He smiled gently, continuing stroking my head carefully not to touch my injury and whisper

Hi.

Hey I whisper back blinking my eyes a few to adjust to the light in the room.

What time is it? I asks groaning and stretching myself to rid the sleepiness from me.

Past six in the evening. he replied still whispering. Hearing the time my eyes widen in shock and I ask again.

"Did I slept through whole day?" my voice is hoarse from not using it for a while.

"Pretty much a night and a day, yeah." he reply's nonchalantly causing my eyes to widen even more if it's possible.

"You were pretty knocked out." he explains further.

I sigh and close my eyes but open them when he speaks again.

How are you feeling? he asked in slight concern. 

Sore.

He hummed in response.

How did that happen? his voice still gentle and calm.

Slipped my leg in the bathroom and hit my head on the counter, thats what they say. I sigh and he frowns in confusion.

You dont think thats what happened?

I know thats not what happened. I emphasize.

What are you talking about? What exactly happened then? he asks curiously.

You wont believe me. Just like the rest. I whisper in defeat turning my head slightly away from him.

Hey. Im not like the rest. You can tell me anything and I'll believe you. Try me. he whispers back putting his other hand under my chin to make me look at him.

I sigh again and clear my throat to speak.

Last night, I went into Mr. Charles room to just wander. I was taking a look at the house you know like get to know it a bit better and then I stumble upon his room. I was just looking around when suddenly a painting caught my attention there. It was a really strange painting, it was pretty dark and disturbing. I moved towards it to take a better look at it and was about to just touch it but then Mr. Charles stormed inside and kinda screamed at me, which at first I thought that he was upset because I went into his room without permission you know invading his privacy and all but, I was proved wrong. He was upset because I was near the painting.  And being the nosy person that I am I needed to find out what was behind it and what is Mr. Charles hiding from us, which, he is. So today when you guys went to get the supplies, I went back in the room and looked at the painting more closely.

"You went into his room again without his permission?" he emphasizes making me feel a bit guilty about it but I shrug it off.

"I was curious." I defend myself and pout a little.

What did you find then? he asks a bit sarcastically.

Nothing. I deadpan.

What? his eyes narrowed in confusion.

Im not finished. I sigh and state further to which he nods in understanding.

I found nothing in the painting but, I took a deep shaky breath to calm my nerves. Still thinking about the incident gives me chills. I involuntarily shiver at the thought of the accident, if it was an accident.