𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄

Chapter Eight

Oliver's POV

Today would be the most terrifying day in my whole life.

As soon as I woke up, my mind was racing with the possibilities that could happen today. I looked beside my bed and look at the digital clock on my nightstand and read 8:35 am. Still enough time to gather myself up and prepare for what's going to happen in Azeil's office. Last night I thought that I could do anything, I thought that I was big and bad.

Oh how drastically wrong I was.

I pad to the wall in bathroom and splash water on my face before brushing my teeth. I even tidied up my room a little to distract myself. It didn't work as well as I hoped seeing as I still had the terror of moths swarming in my stomach. I say moths because something bad is going to happen; but if it was something good like, I was going to ask someone out, it would've been pretty butterflies.

Nothing about seeing Azeil in that damn office was pretty.

I tread down the stairs lightly to be careful to not draw attention to myself as if Azeil would've seen me and made me get my punishment 15 minutes earlier.
I checked inside the very large dining room to see There was a large spread of food like they do every day. To my surprise, the dining room was spotless, there was no food on the table, there was only a large draped tablecloth spread on the dining room table. Maybe I had missed breakfast, or maybe this was Aziel's way of punishing me because of what happened yesterday.

Since I had time before going into Azal's office, I checked the kitchen to see if the chefs and servants were running around making food because they were off schedule. But the empty kitchen was indication enough that there was purposefully no one there. This definitely was Azeil's way of making me suffer for my attempt on running away yesterday.

Was there even anyone here on duty today?

Seeing as there was absolutely no point in stalling any further I walked into Azeil's dimly lit office. He wasn't in there so there was only the mess of white documents and the fire crackling near the love seat to keep me company. I saw in the brown leather chair across from his desk like the last time I was here getting scolded. This chair is going to be named the scolding chair because that's all I can seem to get myself into when I get here.

I get it to stretch my legs and to release the oppressing thoughts of what's to come. I walk around Azal's desk and look at all the scattered white documents. I had no idea what they were talking about or what importance it had, But I did know that through all the mess of the papers there had to be at least one document that could tell me who Aziel really is. I know he had to have done something to my grandpa.

When I heard footsteps approaching the door, I quickly went back into my seat. My elbows were resting on the armchair and my legs were slightly spread. I was sitting as if I wasn't about to get caught snooping around his office for the second time. And still found nothing.

He looked at me coldly. I could only imagine what he was going to say to me; what he was going to do to me. My throat was drying up by the painfully silent seconds. Just yell at me so we can get this shit over with.

"Why did you runaway?" He asked me with a calm voice. I flinched at his tone because I for sure thought he was going to yell at me or maybe tell me all the ways he was going to punish me.

I avoided his eye contact and shrugged while looking down. I definitely had an answer, but I just didn't feel like sharing it with him. I heard him sigh aggressively and shift in his chair causing the chair to squeak a bit.