My Little pet

ch.3

ZANDER'S POV.
When I woke up I realized I was in a bed and my shoes had been taken off. I woke up and went back to the couch so I could read the rest of the book.
"No way, I knew it!!" I shouted only to cover my mouth because Hayden was probably sleeping. I have no idea what it is about him; why am I not frightened by him, why is it I feel so... safe around him? I heard the door open... oops.
"What's going on?" Hayden said rubbing his eyes like a little kid after a nap; I laughed a bit. "What's so funny?" He said with raised eyebrows.
" sorry for waking you up and nothing really." Closing the book and putting it back.
"Did... did you read that whole thing?" He asked making his way to the kitchen.
"well...yeah." I said
"You Pissed off?"
"Not really." He gave me a weird look.
"I kind of figured it was his daughter that killed his mistress. She seemed the least saddened by her death."
HAYDEN'S POV.
"How do you figure?" I asked looking through the cupboards and fridge to figure out what to make.
"Well she said she felt guilty for hating Annabel and now that she's been murdered she feels worse. She didn't show any emotions of sadness as she watched her father drowned himself; she didn't even try to stop him, she just....let it happen." He said sounding sad.
"A lesson to be learned in life." I said cooking an omelette.
"What do you mean?"
"Sometimes we let bad things happen even if we can stop them. It's because we are human that we fear the repercussions of such acts."
"Says the guy who went on a murderous rampage...." he said coldly as I looked down blankly putting the omelette on a plate.
"Why so cold to me all of a sudden?" I asked chuckling abit and wondering to myself why those cold words hurt me like a knife."come eat some food, I made eggs."
"I'm not hungry." He said emotionless.
"Hmmmh... after I put all that work into cooking. I put onions, bacon, green peppers, ham, cheese, and garlic in it." I said a bit dramatic.
He turned around "did you say garlic?"
"Uh... yeah..." I wonder what was with his change in attitude.
"lots of garlic?" He questioned making his way over to the table.
"I don't know, if you don't like it you just tell me." I said as I watched him take a bite.
"So yummy...." he said devouring the plate like he hadn't eaten for weeks.
"I take it you like garlic?"
"Like is an understatement." He said putting his dish in the sink and cleaning it.
"You don't have to do that you know." I said putting my dish in the sink as he grabbed it.
"I might as well; I'm already over here."