Forced love

Chapter six

Chapter six.
Katherine's pov:

After a long while of sitting in my room not exactly sure what to do with myself, I finally decided to go downstairs. Mostly to check if anyone was here.

After the shooting the whole place had been quiet. Expect from when Maria came up with a tray of food for me. She told me that Silas had ordered me to stay in my room for the rest of the day. No explanation on why, just that I couldn't leave my room, but as if I was going to listen to him.

I had gotten more used to the thought of his name, but I still cringed by others saying it.

I wandered downstairs, the place dimly lit. The diner room and kitchen were both empty, and neither could I hear any sounds around. So I took it that the place was empty.

This was a opportunity for me to look around which I took.

I walked from the kitchen and found a big living room. A big chandelier hanging from the tall ceiling. The couch was big covering most of the front. The tv was detached to the wall and under it stood a table with several golden eggs.

Yes, eggs.

From there I walked through a long-long hallway doors every now and then, but none I dared enter.

After a while I was at the right side of the house and found myself in front of the big staircase I had seen Silas walk up the day before.

When I finally reached the top I paused catching my breath.

Why did all the stairs in this house have to be so fucking long!

There was a hall in front of me, and at the very end a big double door was wide open. I almost tiptoed through the hall, knowing I probably wasn't supposed to be here. But the doors was literally wide open for me to walk in, so I did.

My jaw dropped the second I looked inside. More stairs on each side of the big open room. Bookshelves covering the place. Never in my life had I seen a library this big.

I walked in and down a few steps. In the front of the room was ceiling tall windows and more bookshelves on either side. In front of the window was two huge very comfy looking chairs. I didn't try them out, simply not wanting to leave any trail of me being here.

I turned to the stairs deciding which one to walk up. I chose the one to the right, again. I brushed my hand over the books covering the wall beside the staircase.

And I thought my collection was big—this was just massive!

Hundreds of titles I'd never heard of before. I wanted to just grab them all, but I knew I couldn't. Maybe if I asked, no I wouldn't ask. That would mean I had accepted my faith, and the fact that I was supposed to marry him.

And I had not.

I reached the top of the staircase and yet another floor appeared. That one also covered in bookshelves. I wandered deeper into the room and found a massive picture hanging squeezed between two bookshelves.

It was a picture of a girl. Her hair was a glowing sort of coffee brown and it was braided in a crown on her head.

She was beautiful.

Her body was flawless and a tight blue dress was covering her. At the end of it sat little sparkling diamonds lighting up the picture.

She was absolutely fucking beautiful.

But who was she? She looked so familiar yet I knew I had never seen her before.

Before I got to study the picture further a loud noise came from somewhere in the room. A door slammed shut and I realized I wasn't alone anymore.

I hurried away from the picture looking for a place to hide when I realized this place was too big for me to remember where anything was.

I couldn't se the staircase anywhere, I was surrounded by bookshelves. Which normally would have been a dream, but now turned into a nightmare.

I knew better then to get caught lurking in someone's home. Especially when those someone was in the mafia.

My father once caught a boy in my bathroom and didn't even hesitate to shoot a bullet through his head. He didn't even ask me who it was first.

I tried to keep my footsteps as quiet as possible. I hurried from bookshelf to bookshelf only to realize I was running in circles.

I wanted to curse to myself out of frustration, but crept quiet knowing someone would hear me.

My head was spinning when I finally found the staircase I was looking for, or maybe not the staircase I was looking for because this one was on the left side of the room.

But whatever— I quietly snuck down the stairs, no people in sight thank god. The room was empty it seemed. Which was weird considering the noise I heard minutes ago. Maybe someone shut the door from the outside then.

Keeping my steps still quiet I wandered over to the door, but as soon as I put my hand on the handle I regretted all life choices—just kidding, maybe...

"It's not nice lurking on someone else's property, you know?" His dark and husky voice said from somewhere in the room. I froze to the ground for a few seconds before turning and finding him standing by a open window under the right staircase.

"Oh I'm sorry, I thought this was my property now as well?" I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes.

His expression contained blank as he opened the window next to him and took out a pack of cigarettes. One he placed in between his lips and then he gestured the pack to me with a raised eyebrow.

I hesitated for a quick second before making my way over to him, because why not. We're all gonna die one way or another anyway, may as well do it with a little smoke in my lungs.

I took one and placed it in between my lips as he did. His eyes looked tired and his coffee brown hair was messy.

I watched as he lit his cigarette then slowly bringing the lighter over and lighting mine. All while keeping his eyes glued to mine. If the eye contact wasn't intense enough on it's own it only made it worse that none of us said anything.

"What we're you doing in here?" Silas asked as if reading my mind, at last looking away from me and watching something outside.

"Am I not allowed to look around?" He huffed while turning his attention back to me again.

"You're from the vipers mafia, correct?" He asked with a smirk forming his lips.

"Yes, why?" I asked confused to what his point was.

He put the cigarette to his lips again before answering. "Well, you for sure have the tongue of a snake." Once again he put the cigarette to his mouth.

He leaned in closer to me releasing the smoke in my face as he spoke. "And I could smell the venom inside of you the moment I walked into that ballroom."

I kept my face straight as his eyes lingered intensely into mine. His hazel eyes lit up in the dark room. I wanted to slap that little smirk of his lips, I had felt that way ever since the first time I saw him.

"You know nothing about me!" I said through almost gritted teeth. The palm of my hand now ached to be in contact with his face.

Eyebrow raised and the smirk still planted on his face he spoke. "I know more than you can imagine."

Quote: I just want to be happy. Not confused, not hurt, not stressed, just happy.