Hyacinth || dreamwastaken

8

Most of my day is spent alone. I try my hardest to stay away from everyone I've met. I fear what's coming my way. I don't want to feel the wrath of my friends. Because I know the moment they've found out what I've done, I'm a dead one. I'm too young to die. I can't leave my soulmate, mateless.

I don't escape though. I don't get through the day without a bit of confrontation. "Bitch you didn't listen." I can tell by the tone of his voice his arms are crossed, his hip cocked. He's studying every minuscule movement my body makes.

"All I can say is I'm sorry. And I know sorry doesn't cut it." I say as I turn around to face Clay. And just as I suspect. He's stood exactly as I had imagined.

We're stood outside my pod. For the first time I'm actually begging for the alarms to blare. For the first time I would rather be trapped behind the four white walls of my barren room. It's simple in there. Less complicated. Easy.

"Have you learned your lesson?" Clay raises his brow. The slight action makes me want to chuckle to myself. His looks have always been pleasing to admire even if his attitude is not. The little movement in his face just makes him that much more attractive despite him being resistible.

"I'm never giving anyone a flower again, if that's what you want to hear." I roll my eyes as I try to look away from the tall man before me. He isn't my mentor and I'm tired of him trying to act like he is. This is Q's job.

"It's only part of what I want to hear Hyacinth." Hyacinth. This must be important. My name has fallen from his mouth. A name he swore to never let past his lips he lets slide.

"I—" the use of my name stuns me. I don't know what to say. I don't know how to respond. At least not right away. I stare dumbfoundedly at him. Letting the weight of my name falling from his lips hold heavy on my shoulders.

"Speak." He demands as he takes a step closer to me. I feel my hair stand on end. I feel chills take over my body. I lose all self control. This is a new feeling. A feeling I don't know how to respond to.

"I don't know what else you want to hear." I blurt out. It comes out as a yell even though I don't want it to. I can't help the shock that's taken over my body. This is out of my control now.

"You could start by telling me that you should have listened to me. How I am right. How you should follow the rules. How you were wrong." He continues on with all the things he expects to hear but I get caught up in him saying my name. It's stuck on repeat in my head.

When I zone back into reality he's snapping his fingers in front of my face. This fucking man. "Here you are zoning out again!" He shakes his head. "You are quite useless to me. I swear. If I wanted to talk to a brick wall I would walk up and talk to one."

"You we're right Clay. I was wrong. There? Better now?" I try to hide an eye roll but I fail miserably. He sees it. Of course he sees it. He sees fucking everything. I will never get away with a thing that I do. I swear this man is worse than my book when it comes to paying attention.

"I can't with you." Clay holds his hand up. "I hope you know your consequences are coming. Karma is a bitch. You will pay."

"Is that a threat?" I cross my arms over my chest. No one threatens me. I may be new out here. But I do not deserve to be threatened. I was already threatened by my book. I don't need any more empty words.

"It's a promise." Clay turns and walks away, leaving me left mouth wide open at his words. What control did he have? How could he really have anything to do with my consequences? What could he do to control my punishment? He wasn't a leader. He wasn't a god. He was a soulmate searcher just like I.