SWEET, SWEET, NIGHTMARE.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN.

DANIELLE'S P.O.V

     Bright rays of sunlight escaped the shield of the curtains hung on the window and fell on my face, causing me to stir from my slumber. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and stretched my arms with a loud yawn. The digital clock sited on my nightstand read 8:30 am.

   I wiggled my feet into my bathroom slippers and headed for the bathroom to brush my teeth. Once I was done clearing off the nauseating taste of the previous night's food from my tongue, I exited my room and headed for the kitchen in search of something to eat.

   As I entered the hallway leading to the living room, I heard Adrian's deep voice resonating from his room. He sounded angry. I made to tiptoe past his room to avoid him taking notice of me but I stopped still in my tracks as he yelled.

  "Fuck!" he cussed as he launched his phone across the room. I held my breath as I watched the device fall on the bed and bounce and I let out a loud sigh of relief as it settled in between the folds of the blankets.

  My sigh had however alerted Adrian to my presence and he stared me down. I had never seen him so angry. Even when we argued, he had never looked so furious and livid.

  "What are you looking at?" he asked me, his eyes blazed intensely.

  "Uhm...I was just passing by." I said nervously.

  I watched him stalk towards me and my breath hitched in fear. I heard the loud thud before I saw him close the door in my face. I scowled in anger and stormed to the kitchen to satiate my hunger. I wondered what could have gotten him furious enough to fling his phone across the room.

   He was usually calm and collected in the morning, so what in the world was going on with him?

  Did it have something to do with work?

  Or his personal life?

  He didn't seem to have time for a personal life, though.

  I shook my head to unclog the question wheels turning in my head and instead focused on getting myself breakfast as my stomach grumbled in protest.

   Adrian's business was none of mine, so I had no business thinking or wondering about it. I searched the fridge for a stomach filling breakfast.

   After ravishing a plate of microwaved Mac and cheese, I settled into a couch in the living room and flipped through the television channels, looking for something interesting to watch. Unsuccessful in my search, I decided to go through Netflix for a movie or series to watch. Just as I found the perfect movie to start my day with, I heard Adrian's door open and his angry strides echoed as he stepped into the living room.

  He stood at the door, staring at me and I stared back. The awkward silence stretched for a few minutes and I was getting uncomfortable.

  "Good morning?" I greeted awkwardly.

  He ran his right hand through his hair and sighed, making me wonder, again, what the reason for his oddness could be. He was usually immaculately dressed and his hair was always slicked backwards in the morning, but this morning, he looked different. Still hot, but definitely different.

  His tie was loose around his neck, his hair stood messily on his head, and his suit jacket was being gripped in his left hand. He stared at me for a few more minutes before clearing his throat.

  "My parents want to have dinner with us this evening." he said.

   "Okay?"

   "Make yourself presentable." he said and walked out of the room and a few minutes later, the beep of the door opening and closing signified his exit from the house.