Dellings Secrets of The South

Chapter 42

Sakura

I laid awake, staring at the ceiling for the thousandth time. I've been laying there for a while, wishing for the sleep that been avoiding me like the plague. It's been like that all week. I was physically exhausted but I couldn't keep my eyes shut for more than five seconds.

Grunting, I sat up at the edge of the bed, looking down at my feet touching the cold floor. I sigh.

Normally the image I would see every time o closed my eyes were of Tom but that night it was Kane. For some dumb reason I couldn't get the thought of him out of my head. I still couldn't believe that he kissed me.

He kissed me.

A gentle touch of his lips across my jawline, it was so soft and warm that the mere thought of it sent a shiver down my back and I hated it.

Like who did he think he was?

Ugh.

Scoffing, I dawdled over to the dusty window, peeking out to see at the roof. The moon was full that night, illuminating everything, including the same shuffle of leaves in the midnight breeze. There was no outside, from as far as I could see was just dirt and wet grass. The roof looked empty too.

Another tired sigh rushed out of my mouth, weighing my body down by a thousand tonnes. It was dumb of me to entertain the idea but I could really use some cold air. Just some small caresses on my skin so I could forget the way Kane's touch felt.

I hated how I still remembered the feeling of even his presence. He did something to me, something to my mind because there was no way I was willingly thinking about all of that. I wish I could give him a piece of my mind. To tell him how much he disgusted me and I despised the sight of him.

Maybe I could tell him now.

It took me just two seconds before deciding to slip my shoes on, fix my t-shirt and quietly tiptoed over to the door. This was a bad idea but so were all the other ideas I've ever had, so quietly, holding my breath I twisted open the door knob and my heart froze. The guard was standing right in front of my door looking down at me.

His tall frame blocking the bright light in the hall casted shadows on his bony face but even so, I knew he didn't' look happy to see me. Not in this situation.

Clearing my throat, I stood up straight from my hunched posture. "I need to pee." I lied, deceitfully. Hopefully my face was dark too so he couldn't tell if I was not being sincere.

He didn't move. "It's pass your bed time. No one is allowed out into the hall."

I grimaced. "Well it's not like I have a cup to pee in." I raised my arms up in defence and he just looked at me. For the longest minute we stared at each other before he gave in, and stepped aside for me to walk pass.

I had to stifle an eye roll, taking a step before I felt him following behind. Only the sound of our footsteps could be heard in hall, and for some reason I felt even more frightened than the night I escaped. There was a weird weight on my chest. One that was unsettling but I ignored it.

I figured it was just exhaustion and annoyance that I was still being followed like a little child. Actually scratched that, even the kids got more freedom than I did.

We made it to the door of the toilet and I stopped to turn when I realised he was still following me. "I would like some privacy." He didn't get the chance to respond before I slammed the door in his face.

My entire body felt like it weighed a tonne as I walked over to the sink, turned the faucet on and splashed my face with water. The coolness felt nice against my dry skin, refreshing but not enough to take me out of reality.