Bound

Chapter 7

This book is still officially on hold but the idea was there and there was nothing I could do about it.  Your Queen.

Titania,

I stared at him incredulously for a few minutes as his words sank in. He can read my mind. He can read my mind. Oh my god the fucking bastard could read my fucking mind.

"You bastard!!!!" I shrieked, standing up quickly. Too quickly as I couldn't catch my falling lunch. The plastic blue box hit the grass and its unwrapped content spilled onto the ground. I don't know I was angry that he was reading my mind or if I was angry that I just lost my lunch. "Why didn't you ever tell me this?"

"You never asked" his voice was level, he still held his cup of tea and his hooded eyes held a twinkle. It pissed me off beyond belief.

"I would think this is the kind of thing you tell people without them asking!" I shrieked. As I shouted at him I became self conscious of the fact that I was standing at the edge of the forest shouting at thin air. I looked around to make sure that no one was looking at me before grabbing my bag and turning into the forest.

"Where are you going?" I just ignored him knowing that he would follow me. There was a little path leading deeper into the woods and I carefully followed it, not really paying any attention to my surrounding. I could feel him behind me, it was like a constant heat and I still haven't decided if I hate it or not.

"Hanna, stop!!" I turned around at the sheer panic in his voice and froze in my tracks. A few things seemed to happen simultaneously, his eyes were brimming with tears and as I followed the track of the single tear rolling down his cheek, the distinct sound of expensive china hitting the ground and shattering could be heard as he lunged forwards and engulfed me in his arms.

He was careful not to push me back, instead steered me sideways till my back hit a tree and then he just rested on me, his face tucked into the crook of my neck, his hair tickling my nose. His frame was shaking slightly.

An image of his eyes brimming with tears flashed into my mind. He'd called me Hanna. Who was that? Maybe an ex-girlfriend? The idea didn't sit very well with me no matter how unlikely the idea was. I don't know how long we spent like that with him wrapped around me, it was when the sun started to go down that he finally shifted away from me. On my first day, I'd skipped most of my classes. Great, my parents were gonna kill me.

I walked around a bit, trying to stretch my sore muscles. I slanted a look at him and he was holding another cup of tea floating in a sitting position. Every time I walked closer to the point where he caught me, he would visibly tense.

"This town . . ." I waited for him to carry on but he just stared up at the stars sipping from his cup. He had a nostalgic look in his eyes and that made me curious. Since we moved to this town and I met he'd only ever had that mischievous look in his eyes. For some reason, it bothered me that that look was missing. "This town is cursed Memphis"

"Huh? First you call me your ex-girlfriend's name, now you're spewing nonsense" I felt like an idiot bringing it up, I wanted to know Hanna was. Why was he suddenly so sad? I had every intention of shouting at him to my heart's content when I brought him far enough from school for being able to read my mind without telling me and yet here I was, hours after school ended trying to get a glimpse into his mind. For the first time, the sexual tension that usually sizzled between us was not there.

"This way back to the house" he just abruptly turned around and started walking away from me. For a few minutes, I just stared at his retreating back, my mind in complete turmoil. I felt bad for bad mouthing him but that was like my thing. Then again, since he ignored me, does that mean that Hanna was I girlfriend. But he's been trapped at the house for a long time or so he says. She would be long dead. Did he love her still? Not that I cared anyways. With a sigh I followed him.