Fall to Rise

Eleven

Its been a week since I moved into the Reinard mansion premises. Probably the boy's quarters.

Beautiful rays of light protruded into my abode like a tingling string that bright morning. It made me think of the times I was little playing in the early morning sunlight with my twin brother Lue.

I don't remember when I last slept this long except for that short moment in the woods with.....

Damn!! Oh my God!! Thinking of him caused my heart to bleed more and break into many pieces.

How a fine well polished young man was capable of this.

I lay on a small cozy mattress on a small lit bed with very neat sheets and a warm blanket covered my body. On the blanket was an in print of young laughing bears.

Those bears could be considered more happy than I.

But surely this bed was fit for my small petite frame.

Then a table stood by the far end with a lantern. It looked really so expensive. Generally the room was extremely beautiful and exquisite.

Looking around, I could see a dress hanging on a chair. It wasn't mine obviously. So who owned it.

Was anyone else in this room, looking around. Then the door cricked open, slightly halfway.

Looking there. Him.

"Aarrh," screaming in the top of my voice.

He hurriedly bolted the door shut and in an instant his hands covered my mouth. I couldn't fathom anything nor hear my own voice.

Then silence. I was more than scared now.

"Please don't be scared of me," he said sounding sad.

Then he let his hand go.

"Don't scream! I beg you," he continued.

"But why," tears came down again flooding my cheeks even if deep down my corrupt mind was still feeling deceived with his good looks and pink lips.

How I wished I was wrong about him betraying me.

"I am here to assist you in this healing process," he became the serious man he was again. Composing himself.

"How are you feeling?" he continued.

I just stared at the door while tears continued flooding down my face. I didn't have the will power in me to fight him.

So if he wants to treat me cruelly, so be it.

He wins.

"In the next two weeks, I know you'll be feeling much better," he remarked.

His words just kept coming in from one ear and going out of the other ear. I'd zoned out.

I quit listening.

"Are you there?" placing his hand onto mine.

With reflex, I drew my hands away from his touch. Just that small contact between us was still able to make me feel things I couldn't describe honestly.

I just stared at him, in the face.

"Don't do that, don't shut me out!" he bellowed. What! So now he also had emotions.

Crap.

Liar.

That's pathetic.

A lying wolf in sheep's skin.

Let him also feel my pain if he claims to.

I just drew the blanket closer to my chin, closed my eyes and off to sleep again.