SAMANTHA'S POV...
I knocked my head backward on the chair in my sleep.
I was having a beautiful dream, although it was very strange because I was with Nicholas...
We were walking on the smooth sands on the beach, smiling from ear to ear- weird but oddly satisfying.
Why was I dreaming about him instead of Elijah.
I immediately jumped up from the chair and stood up to my feet when an ominous wind came in contact with my feet.
"Huh?...what?". I asked the demon in my semi-conscious state.
"Stop being noisy." I heard a familiar voice warn obviously annoyed, I immediately eased up from my defense state.
He immediately turned on the lights and without warning, the rays from the bulb kissed my eyes.
"You're back". I said, peeking at the clock from under my fingers which I used to cover my eyes.
'15 minutes past twelve'. Very early.
I rolled my eyes and lifted my head up, he was already taking his coat off and was about to walk past me when I noticed something.
"Did you go to a party?". I asked with a questioning look, staring intently at his face which was void of any emotions.
"Yeah..why?". He asked heading towards the kitchen.
"You reek of alcohol". I mumbled under my breath. "What did you say?".
It was only until I heard him that I realized that I didn't say that in my head.
I watched him turn to me from where he stood with his expression as hard as stone.
I gulped hard- shit.
The more steps he took towards me the more I moved backwards until my back hit the door.
"Samantha, what did you just say".
Because of how close he was to me, I unknowingly scrunched up my nose which made him look even more annoyed.
"I stink?....do I stink?". He asked through gritted teeth, I pushed my head back so I could get some space to talk.
"N-no.... Can we not do this right now?". I begged, but it seemed I was only making things worse for myself.
The moment I saw him raise his hand, I took the opportunity, sneaked under his arm and ran into the room.
I took in the nice cool air through my nostrils the moment I locked the door- I think I'm gonna be dead soon.
I turned and stared silently at the door, as if I could see his angry face and hear his pissed curses-how annoying.
I went over to the bedside table and drank a full glass of water, the stench from Elijah made me nauseous.
I usually drink when I'm sad or confused so I'm quite used to it, but now coming from him
I don't know why I feel irritated and uncomfortable, it's like there's an unusual suffocating feeling attached to him.
He should try sleeping alone in that cold room room.
*Sigh. Am I sick? Why am I getting so pissed off lately
I slid into the bed and hugged my pillow before falling asleep again.
Later that day, I got up early so I wouldn't run into Elijah and went to work.
As usual, Nicholas opened the door for me and let me walk in first before following behind.
Why am I keeping tabs on such details??.
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