What you don't know, Wont kill you. I think...

What you don't know, Wont kill you. I think...[9]

Chapter 9

Waking up with a jolt, I looked around me confused. Then I remembered. Right, I was kidnapped yesterday.

Okay, not really, but it felt like it right about now.

How was I supposed to confront Sebastian about Sam’s accusations? I couldn’t very well just waltz right up to him and demand an explanation. I pondered my thoughts as I sleepily wandered down the stairs, meandering into the kitchen for some food. I was happily surprised when upon reaching the kitchen my nose enjoyed an amazing aroma. My eyes found Sebastian, his back turned to me, intent on the scrambled eggs he was making. I looked at the kitchen breakfast table, which was huge. Surprisingly enough the entire table was full of delicious smelling and looking food. My mouth watered with anticipation.

I heard a rumble coming from my stomach, my hand reaching up to soothe it. Man was I hungry. Not that he could have possibly heard me, but Sebastian’s head snapped up at the sound of my stomach, turning to stare at me with an amused expression. I shrugged it off, I was hungry.

“Good morning” he smiled at me. I couldn’t help but smile back. My face immediately dropped; what was I doing? I am not going to allow myself to forgive him so easily. First I had to ask him about everything, get some answers.

I nodded my head, refusing to reply. He walked to the front of the table, pulling out a chair for me to sit in. I sat, tucking myself in. My hand reached for the fork, but only grasped table cloth. I looked around in confusion, noticing there was no fork there.

“Looking for this?” Sebastian inquired. I grumpily stared forwards, folding my arms over my chest.

“Man, I don’t think I have ever seen someone pout so hard. What’s wrong Nia?” I felt a finger on my lips, making them part in response, then his finger trailed to the spot between my eyebrows, smoothing out the furrow I caused with my frown. He sighed.

“Would you like to talk to me about what Sam told you last night, or would you like me to guess first?”

“H-how did you know it had anything to do with Sam?” I stumbled over my words, shocked that he guessed so easily. Maybe Sam told him…?

He looked at me thoughtfully. “I knew that this…issue would arise eventually. Considering you barely looked at me after you danced with Sam last night, and none too much this morning, I can only assume. Now the only question is how much did he tell you?”

I stared at him in disbelief. So he knew that Sam told me everything? Why was he so okay with this? Didn’t he realize how terrible this was for me to hear? Didn’t he know that I was hurting?

“You, you jerk! You played me! You had all your little tricks planed out, ready to deceive me. You pretended to like me all this time, or I don’t even know what you were doing, but it sure as hell was not the truth.” I paused to breathe, anger coloring my words. “Sam knew your secret. How was he able to tell me exactly what you said and did? How many girls have fallen prey to your games? Am I one of many girls that you have hurt? Am I just another game to you?” I stopped, glaring at him, breathing heavily. His expression was one of confusion, surprise, and most of all relief. Relief? Why on earth was this relieving to him!? I stared at him in confusion. He smirked.

“Nia, I –“ he began, reaching down to place his hand on mine. I turned my head to look at him full in the face.

“I’m pouring my heart out to you, and the best you can do is smirk?” I yanked my hand out from under his.

  My chair squealed loudly in protest as I pushed myself back from the table, turning on my heel and storming out of the breakfast room.

Sebastian’s voice called after me, but I ignored him breaking out into a jog, eager to get as far away from him as possible.