"Bellamy, if you knew a fraction of what I did your entire life would change in an instant." Christian's eyes softened.
I let out a sigh. There was a part of me that didn't want to know, a part of me that thought maybe I should leave well enough alone but I know myself. I could say to him now that I would drop it but there was an itch inside of me dying to find out the truth.
"There's just," I started, "There's so much that has happened over the last few days that my mind just can't shake, I mean I can't even remember what happened yesterday."
Christian gave me a confused look, "What do you mean yesterday?"
"You know, when I saw you at the party," He furrowed his brows as if I was speaking gibberish, "You came with me back to my room after my conversation with Daphne and Josiah."
He narrowed his eyes, "You think that was yesterday?"
I scoffed, "Yeah, but that's about all I can remember everything else is kind of a blur."
"Belle, didn't anyone tell you how long you were out for?" He raised a concerned brow.
"What do you mean, how long was I out for?" I asked, pulling my brows together.
Christian stood up and began pacing the room, "You have been out for about a week, you hit your head on a rock when you fell in the woods." he looked down at me, the cornering look in his eyes hadn't disappeared, "We all thought for sure that you wouldn't make it but you did."
The whole hitting my head part and not dying didn't concern me as much since I knew there was no way I could die. After the curse, I had been in my fair share of accidents but nothing sealed my fate. The whole out for about a week part did concern me though. This new knowledge brought about even more questions since it was accompanied by me losing my memories of that night.
"You were with me that night, weren't you?" I looked at Christian who came to a halt.
"Yeah, I was." He mumbled.
I shuffled in my seat, "Then you can tell me what happened, you can fill in the blanks for me."
Christian said nothing, instead, he just stared at me blankly. It was like he was trying to figure out what to do or better yet what to say.
I quickly stood up from my bed, the fast motion causing me to feel slightly dizzy.
"You should rest, we can talk about this tomorrow." Christian walked over to me and grabbed my hand
"I've rested enough." I muttered letting go of his grip on me, "I want answers, Christian."
There was a brief moment of silence between the two of us as Christian gawked at me. Probably deciding whether he was going to tell me the truth or not. His gaze was so intense that it made me feel slightly anxious.
"Fine," He kissed his teeth, "But you're going to want to sit down for this, okay?"
I nodded in understanding as Christian took a seat next to me. I shuffled in my seat like a child waiting for their gift on Christmas morning, I assumed the truth wouldn't be an easy pill to swallow so the least I could do was make myself comfortable.
Once I was done he looked at me, his eyes held so much pain and sorrow that I felt bad for putting him in this position. I knew he didn't want to tell me, but I didn't understand why telling me the truth would hurt so much. Maybe he was afraid of what I would think if I knew the truth.
Christian cleared his throat, "You like reading right?"
My eyes narrowed, "Yeah but what does that have to do with-"
