Dancing with the Devil || Complete

~Living in Hell~

Chapter 6🥀

Carefully, I sit on the side of the bed.

Not my bed, (Or Mateo's) it was the guest bed I was supposed to sleep in last time.

I'm looking around the room.

The room looks dull, as the only colour to be seen is grey and white. I groan at the fact that I'm reminded once more that I'm here. I'm in hell.

*I miss my room. Sure I didn't have a bed as comfy as this but it was a whole room for me. My own little world.*

Sighing I decide to finally get up and wash my face.

I look into the mirror. Staring into my reflection, I feel as if I'm about to erupt with a spew of unwanted emotions. Self pity.

*No! You will not pity yourself right now Agnola! Pull yourself back together and get on with it!*

Breathing in deeply, I erase the negative thoughts from my mind. Composing myself before heading out of my room.

Carefully, I make my way to the door.

As soon as I'm near, hesitation seeps into me.

The door is the one thing that's somewhat keeping me away from them, him. Not that I have seen him, but I just couldn't take my chances...

*Why can't I stop thinking about him?..What's wrong with me, he doesn't even show me ANY affection..maybe it's just physical attraction, a crush?...I don't know, but whatever it is it better go away....but why do I want it to stay?...*

I inhale, and exhale slowly, quietly. Not wanting to disturb anyone.

I make my way into the kitchen.

*I pray they have some yummy snacks this time. I miss Mama's cooking...and my brothers, especially Papa...*

It's only been two days but I couldn't help but feel so alone.

Of course I'd pass by them once in a while but they only gave me a sly smile, not even trying to make conversation.  I did the same of course but how I longed to talk to another person. Anyone, and I mean ANYONE.

When I say, 'them' I mean the maids and servants even his parents, but for some reason he seemed to never be around when I was....

I'm caught off guard by rustling I hear nearing the kitchen. *Yay! Another person!*

I instantly regret the thoughts that popped up in my head. *OK I meant anyone BUT him!*

I'm faced with the devil, his buttoned up shirt is open, his toned abs glistening in the light and-

*Wtf-udge!?*

Light is once again

dark.

  gloomy..

         hurt...

I widen my eyes unable to process what I'm faced with.

Withholding the clog in my throat I am able to at least say his name, "Mateo?" I'm crushed.

*This is not what I envisioned  would happen if I saw him again.*

This is probably the biggest and worst sign the universe or God or whatever being has ever given me.  A sign like this hurts.

It's a hurtful slap to the face that they do not want you, he does not like you...