Sebastian's Lover

Chapter 17- Fun

Hello my lovelies. I am finally back from a hiatus. I apologize for the long wait but I am finally getting onto writing again. I'm done with high school and looking for an interesting college. And now enjoy a long awaited chapter.

I was in a deep sleep, darkness around me, and slowly began to wake up. I slowly opened my eyes and noticed that my blankets were over my head. I moved them to the side and winced at the slight sunshine pouring into my room. I went to move the rest of my body and winced at the pain all over. Everything hurt. I laid back down, not wanting to move anymore, and sighed, "Ugh Sebastian this soreness is all your fault." I whispered to myself. Then there was a knock at my door, "Come in."

The door opened and revealed a smiling Sebastian. I glared at him as he said, "Good morning Ophelia. How do you feel?"

"How do you think I feel you ass?"

"Oh now a lady should not be using such foul language." I growled, "Now I'm going to draw you a warm bath so you can get cleaned and dressed. You cannot stay in bed all day."

"Don't act like you did nothing."

"Oh but I didn't."

"Sebastian come in the room and close the door." He came in and closed the door, "You're an ass you know that. I can barely move because of you."

"Well you asked for it."

"Fuck you."

"Later love. I'm on duty."

"You make me sick."

"You don't look ill. You're a demon. You cannot get ill."

"For the love of things unholy. Shut up Sebastian. Go draw me a bath."

"As you wish milady." He said bowing and then walking away. I looked next to me and saw a silver candle stick on my nightstand. I grabbed it and threw it at Sebastian. He moved to the side, it missing him by an inch, and hitting the wall. "Ophelia please do not destroy Lord Barrymore's manor."

I growled, "Shut up."

"Why are you so mad kitten?" He said turning around.

"It's nothing." I said crossing my arms and looking away, "Sebastian my bath."

"Something is obviously wrong. Maybe your bath will relax you and change your mood." He walked away and went into the bathroom.

I decided to try and stand up so I could look outside. I threw the blankets off of me and tried to move my legs. I winced at the pain and continued to move so I could stand up. When my feet were on the ground I scooted to the edge of the bed slowly and began putting pressure on my legs. I moaned in pain and said, "Sebastian is my bath ready?"

"Almost. Why? What's the matter?"

"I can't put pressure on my legs. It hurt so bad."

Sebastian came to the doorway of the bathroom, concern in his eyes, and said, "How about a massage?"

"That would be perfect. But could you carry me? I can't walk at all."

"Well...you were right. I'm sorry Ophelia. I didn't hold back at all. I hurt you."

"It's okay Sebastian. I'm fine. I'll survive. I'm just slowly healing."

"What will I tell the young master?"

"Tell him...we were practicing my fighting and we got a little too into it and I got injured."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay love." He walked into the bathroom and turned off the water. He walked back into the room, toward me, and picked me up. I winced a little and he looked at me worried, "I'm so sorry Ophelia."