you and i

books - chapter 5

His POV

I was back in my room after seeing Adora. She looked weak not in the way she was unable to defend herself because I can guarantee she has already figured out an escape plan. But she was weak in the sense that the mischievous glint in her eyes that was always there shining bright, had dulled. Her skin wasn't glowing in the way it usually did, she was paler. She probably hasn't eaten or drank anything in days. Some part of me wants to help her but I know I shouldn't. Not until I know what my father has in store for her.

He didn't talk to me once we left her, I mean he didn't really get the chance I had walked away before I let him even mutter a word to me. So, I cant blame him. He knows how I feel about Adora. I hate her. She hates me. That is how its always been and will stay. Is this some sick plan made up by her parents and my father? I wouldn't be surprised her parents are as messed up as my father. They would do anything for power and money. They have put our safety on the line multiple times to prove it.

I need to clear my head this is getting to much. The library that's where I'll go. My other safe place apart from my room. My father never comes in here, he never even wanted this room in his house. I built it with the money I saved from him. He couldn't take it down; all hell would break loose if he did and he knew that. So, he leaves it and lets me have my peace in here.

As I walk into the library, I am met with the warm glow of the lamps situated in various parts of the room. My library is old, I mean it has a classic vibe to it. All the books you can see to the naked eye are classics with old covers. My favourites. And hidden behind them are more modern books with not so appealing covers. The ones that don't fit my aesthetic.

I knew Adora likes books I mean she always has a book in her hand. After that one fateful gala we never spoke to each other again, so every other party or gathering we saw each other at she was huddled in a corner, reading. It was nice knowing there was someone else who liked books as much as me. In this part of society books and reading aren't popular. Money and power are. Seeing Adora read made me feel more comfortable about it. I longed to talk to her about the book she was reading or the ones she had read but if she caught me looking at her, I was met with a glare. So, that idea was pushed to the back of my mind. I think if we never had that fight things would be very different between me and Adora. She was practically the female version of me unfortunately.

As I flicked through my thoughts and books I came across pride and prejudice. A romance. Not my favourite but it is Adora's, I mean every book I saw her read was a romance. Would she like this one? I mean she has probably already read it. What if she's the type of person who doesn't like classic books? What am I doing panicking about her, she hates me and I hate her. I put the book back and look at it one last time before leaving the library and going back to my room.