We all sit down to eat. Sebastian and I made an Italian dish, lasagna. Hayden sits across from me, Sebastian sits at the end of the small table. Hayden is staring at me as I take the first bite of my food. It tastes just like what my chefs would make back at home.
"It's delicious," I say.
"I'm a good teacher," Sebastian says with a wholesome smile plastered on his face as he cuts his lasagna and scoops it up to his mouth all in one go.
Once it touches his tongue his eyes widen and his smile gets just a little bigger. "Wow."
I can't help but smile too. I've pleased someone. I finally did something right.
I look over at Hayden on accident, I've been trying to act like he's not here, and he's not touching his food.
I can't help but feel a little hurt.
As the dinner progresses, Hayden just stares at me eating and doesn't eat one bite of his own food.
I don't say anything to him, in fact, I try to only talk to Sebastian even though Sebastian keeps trying to involve Hayden in the conversation.
Every silence, I take the opportunity to bring up something new with Sebastian and he tries to involve Hayden. Hayden ignores him every time but still, it makes it so awkward.
"Well," Sebastian says getting up and grabbing his plate, stacking his fork on it. "I'm finished, can you guys clean up? I'm too tired."
"Yeah we can clean it, no worries," I say. I internally sigh. Alone time with Hayden. Yipe.
Sebastian puts his plate in the sink and leaves with a quick, "thank you." He disappears into his room.
Hayden and I don't talk. I get up, put my plate in the sink, and start clearing the table. I've learned how to do all these things thanks to Sebastian, before coming here I was waited on by hand and foot so I didn't know how to do it myself.
Once I pick up Hayden's full plate of food and place it on the counter he gets up to help. I wipe the table with a soapy wet rag. Hayden loads the sink with dishes. Once the counter is clear of dishes I wipe that with the soapy wet rag too.
Then I start with the dishes and Hayden stands next to me drying them.
He stands so close to me.
Every time I finish washing a dish, I hand it to him, he dries it, and stacks it with the other plates.
We do all this without a single word.
Not a single word until I crack.
"I really can't believe you," I say spitefully.
"Thought you were done talking to me."
"I am!" I yell. I scrub the dish I'm working on,
"Good!" He yells back.
"Perfect!" I yell throwing the plate into the sink, shattering it into pieces, and turning to him finally. I feel so hurt, so betrayed. "You chose a lighter over me," I say. I feel my eyes welling with tears as I stare at the side of his face. He doesn't stop drying his dish, doesn't look at me.
I feel my lip quiver as I stare at his side profile. I feel my heart shattering as he refuses to look at me.
"Look at me!" I yell finally.
"I can't," is all he says.
"Yes you can!" I yell loud enough to be loud but not for Sebastian to hear.
Hayden doesn't respond.
"Please, Hayden."
He puts the dish down and holds onto the edge of the counter so tight his knuckles turn white.
Tears stream down my face.
Soon I get mad. "Fine, do this yourself." I turn away but before I can't take a step he grabs my arm.
"Adeline—"
Before he can finish his sentence, there's a loud explosion.
I stare at him like a dear in the headlights as he springs into action, shielding my body from anything that might get near me as he pushes me into a hiding spot.
Sebastian emerges from his room as the smoke starts getting thick. "I left you guys alone for—" before he can finish his sentence, a gunshot rings and he falls to the ground.
I scream.
Jayden looks for where the bullet came from.
"Sebastian!" I scream as if I'm being murdered. I crawl to him and check his pulse, he's still alive but blood is gushing out of his stomach. "Sebastian..." I keep saying his name as if it will make him respond but he's knocked out. He must have hit his head on something on his way to the ground.
Hayden pulls me away from him as I scream.
Another explosion.
"What's happening!?" I ask over all the ruckus. The smoke is too thick to breath in. The front door is in pieces all over the house, wood is stuck in the walls, Laid out all over the ground. The wall that blocks the kitchen from the dining room has a whole in it and through it I see men.
Ten, eleven, fifteen.
They keep appearing as I keep looking. Hayden puts me down and stands in front of me. The tallest man of the group makes his way to the front. He's put together. A black trench coat and black pants. His blond hair and brown eyes are more prominent because of the lack of color in his outfit.
He looks exactly like Hayden but with wrinkles, ever so slight wrinkles.
"Hayden, you've been very bad lately," he says. "You would think after carving her name into your back you would remember your job but no. If you want a job done, do it yourself, right?" He pulls a gun and aims it straight at Hayden. "If you don't move, I'll shoot you both with one bullet."
Hayden doesn't move.
"Hayden, don't make me say it twice."
"I'm not moving," he says. "Your not shooting either of us."
"You seem to think that," the tall man says as he clocks the gun.
Hayden extends his hand and I notice how much he's shaking. I want to grab it and hold it but it's not the time for that. I shake my head to get the image of us holding hands out of my mind.
"Fine," the man says unclocking the gun and putting it down. I feel relief flood my body but it's short lived.
Someone hits me, hard, in the back of the head and as I fall I watch Hayden get hit too.
He falls right next to me.
Word count: 1100
10-22-23
9:02 pm
(Not revised)
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Royal love
RomanceAdeline Palmer, the crown Princess of France, was sent to a boarding school after someone attempted her life. Suddenly, a few months into her stay at the school, people start going missing and turning up dead a few days later, tortured to death. Wh...
