SURVIVOR of the WOODS

(10)

As I walked out of her room, lost in confusion, I didn't pay attention to Damien standing outside, a big smirk on his face.

"We didn't do anything." I proved my point.

"I didn't say anything." He smirked.

"Alright then, I'll  be in my room." I started walking towards my room but I got curious when Damien entered Freya's room. So, I end up eavesdropping their conversation.

"Feeling better?" Damien asked.

"Yeah, she gave me pills."

"And you took it? It's surprising how she's been impactful in your life. You never drink what I give you." He sat on the edge of the bed.

Freya remained quiet.

"Anyways, winter is coming. Are we going home?"

"Dorothea and I are going to New York. You'll stay here and wait for my father to come. You'll take care of everything during our absence."

Damien took a moment to process and said, "Are you sure?"

Freya nodded.

"But, Dorothea is not very comfortable yet. She doesn't even trust us!"

"Time will do its job."

"Freya, I can come along."

"No, stay here and take over the mansion while I'm gone. I'll figure something out."

"Your dad will kill me."

"He can't. You are my right hand so, he won't do anything to you."

"He's merciless. He could kill all of us in a sec if he finds out you're protecting her, just like he murdered her entire family."

I gasped in shock. Freya's father killed my family? But what about Freya? Was she not involved?

"He will not kill you, Damien. Now, get out so I can sleep." Freya pulled back her blanket and dozed off. I slow jogged to my room and slowly closed the door behind me.

What did I just hear? Freya got nothing to do with my family? If my assumption is correct from what I just heard, then I was being cruel to someone who just saved me? Damn! Damien was right, I probably should've given them a chance to explain. I kept on accusing them, not trusting them. But again, why should I trust them? I don't know the whole truth. What if it was a father daughter plan? But what if I'm wrong? I owe Freya a big apology. And a thank you for saving me from your father! What the heck! Nah I'm not buying this shit. I gotta clear these thoughts out of my mind.

Anyways, why did she kiss me and I couldn't even do anything? What is going on with me?

I spent the whole night wondering and exhausting my poor brain. When the morning bloomed into a new day, I was up at 6 a.m. I cleaned my room and showered. I wore a thin long sleeved baby pink shirt with denim shorts. I walked outside and couldn't hear any footsteps. I tiptoed downstairs and while entering the kitchen, I saw the maids preparing breakfast.

I greeted them and poured myself a glass of milk even though they insisted on doing it for me. I gulped the content as fast as possible then went back upstairs but almost tripped when I saw Freya on top, waiting.

"You're up early." She said, her arms crossed. She wore black sweatpants with an oversized white shirt.

I cleared my throat, "Hi...uhm...I was just drinking some milk. ...How's your fever?" I climbed the stairs and when I reached at the top, just beside her, I checked her temperature while putting the back of my hand on her forehead. Her eyes widened for a second then she was normal. "It's pretty good. One more pill and in a few hours, you'll feel better."