Rage

♠SEVEN♠

I sat peacefully at the long dinner table, Dior gave me a book to keep me busy since i told her that death was more enticing than this prison. I was soo bored that i did a little nail polishing, black was aesthetic but not in a gothic way, in a simple but still gorgeous way

The book Dior gave me was a novel about love, wish i 20% believed in, it was about two teenagers being pen pals in highschool, it was late in the evening and it was raining heavily, just like the night i was kidnapped. To me there was something about rainy days, it was nostalgia.

The pen pal lovebirds reminded me of that one time when i got a letter from a boy in fifth grade, i was soo excited that i showed my mum, the kid was confessing his feelings. Before i could read who my secret admirer was, the paper was snatched from my hands and torn into pieces, it was my father, the beast, i was foolishly crying, crying about someone who i didnt know, about paper, a love letter.

"Is this how your going to train our child Caria, is this how your going to let her act soo impulsive and be badly influenced," he yelled at mum

"Now get up, and wipe those tears, you have more important things to focus on than a stupid boy, your smarter than that" his voice was loud enough for me to hear, i sat on the ground trying to put the papers together, mother pulled me up. He looked at me disgusted as always "wipe that off, before you make me even more mad" he said laying back on the couch with a bottle in his hands.

Like he knows best. I heard the door cling open, ofcourse Sal is back. I didnt move from my position i just sat there reading the novel and Sal walked in, water dripping from his hair. He looked more attractive, his shirt clinged to his body and arms, he looked a bit pale and his rings on hi—

"No one told you staring was very rude amore" he said, snapping me back to reality.

"I wasnt staring" i say, laying my eyes back on the written words in the book. "Dont bother deny it amore, i stare at you too" he said and my heart skipped at the last part of his words.

'i stare at you too'

I already knew that, his stare was intimidating and creepy, "even in my sleep" i say, why was he always watching me sleep, that was scary, i would be afraid he had an easy chance to kill me. He sat at the opposite side if me.

"You look divine in your sleep" he said, i should be mad at him, he yelled at Dior and killed my friend, but if he kept on being flirtatious i wouldnt be able to be soo pissed.

"Why did you kill Tyler?" i asked, shutting the book, staying calm, not loosing my cool today, i gave him a whole day now i needed answers.

"And who the heck is that?" He said unamused "you've got specific amore, ive done lot of killing" he added, he knew exactly who i was talking about, he just decided to play dumb, i glared at him. He sighed "I didnt kill your little friend amore" he said as he took his shoes off, "anyone would survive a bullet in the shoulder" he added

i felt relieved about that. But not everyone would, ive watched multiple movies where people die when a bullet is pierced through their shoulder.

Thank God, Tyler was alive. I wouldnt be albe to forgive myself if he died, i hope he gets the treatment he needed. There was an awkward silence between us for a while before he broke it "well i have questions too" he said and i snapped my head to him, questions? What did he seriously need to know.

"You haven't been eating, is there a reason for that?" Ofcourse Dior snitched, how could she?

"Ive not been hungry" i defend, "for days?" He snapped back, i couldn't defend my reason for not eating now. He looked at me waiting for an answer. Hasn't he heard of humans who survived several days in a forest without food or water or tarzan.