Behind Unwritten Eyes

Chapter Five

"No.... No.... Definite no.... Absolutely not."

I hear my mom talking to my baby brother in the other room. Her attention all directed towards him, I was no longer the princess to her. Even though my existence had slipped her blonde mind, I was still every thing to him.

By him, I mean the man I met at the bottom of my stairs two years ago. I call him mister, because he had yet to tell me his name. I really don't mind though, i was sort of scared to find out his real name. So my brain warped around the fact that to him I was princess and to me he was mister.

"Mister? What if my mommy and daddy dies? Will you come live with me?" I ask, the question even surprising me.

Sorrow sneaks into his expression and he pulls me into a hug, as tears spill from his eyes.

"I would never let you go." He whispers in between breaths.

I smile shyly and hug him back tight.

"Don't cry, please, it's okay, they're not dying anytime soon, there's no need to be sad."

My words seem to only upset him further and a guttural sound comes from his throat. I almost mistake it as a sob but before I do, he throws a hand over his mouth and backs away from me.

"Dear princess, do not think of such awful things, we will be together always. No matter what."

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I push myself out of the tub, standing. I hardly feel the water cascade off of my body, I hardly feel the cold air rushing towards my wet skin. My movements are numb and slow. My brain is frozen.

That wasn't a dream. How could it be? I was awake. I couldn't have been asleep because I was underwater. I would've drowned.

The feeling of his skin. The way he smelled, and how his body shook as he cried, it was all so clear to me. It was all fresh on my senses. It was all familiar.

"No!" I yell to myself.

I'm in denial,I'm going crazy. Something, anything. It can't be true. I refuse to let it be true. I mean how could it be true?

I rub a tired hand over my forehead and massage my temples. My brain was conjuring things. It couldn't have been a memory because the room was nothing like mine. The color scheme wasn't even the same.

I sit back down in the tub, but as I do more images of the man holding me flood my brain. The pictures of my room.

****

He sits me down on my bed and tells me to smile. Today is my brothers birthday so my parents and him left to have a ME free day. It's not that I really care anyways, I get to hang out with mister.

He had told me to get all dressed up and I've been in mom's makeup and high heels all morning. Every time I got into a new outfit, mister would take about a billion pictures. We'd go through them all, I'd pick out some to keep, and he picked out some to keep. The rest we threw away.

I kicked off my moms heels and layed back on my bed. I don't think anything of it when he gets onto the other side of the bed and looks over at me. I look back at him and smile. We sit in this silence for a while, and I think he was just about to speak when we both hear my parents car roll up in the driveway.

"That's my cue, I'll see you tomorrow princess."

He gives me a quick kiss on the forehead and then leaves my room without another word.

****

Enough.

I get out of the tub, wrapping a blue towel around myself. I pull another one down from the rack and twist my hair up into it, walking out of my bathroom.

I don't let my brain function. I sit in my room, doing absolutely nothing for what feels like hours. I focus on how many breaths I take each minute, and count the seconds.

Finally after what feels like an eternity, my mom comes home for her break. I hear her moving around the pots in the kitchen and I swear I smell tater-tots. You may not find this strange, but my mom doesn't cook. She doesn't lift a finger in the kitchen, no mater what.

I hop up off my bed and dash down the hallway, still only wrapped in a towel. Somewhere along my trip down the stairs my towel came free and fell to the ground, but i was to curious. It couldn't be my mom in the kitchen.

I was right. When I stepped foot into my kitchen I gasped. A man, twice my size moved around its walls effortlessly. He pulled out pots and pans and all of the food from the fridge. Not once did he look in my direction.

I clear my throat. "Uh sir?"

I still don't get a reaction from him. He continues to work. The strange thing is, he doesn't alarm me. He doesn't set any triggers off in my head that say 'danger'. So I nonchalantly sit at the bar stool, not even noticing that I'm naked.

I watch the man work around the kitchen, cooking this and that. I watch how he moves, and listen to how he hums to himself. I watch the way his body moves like he had gone through the kitchen a thousand times. Like it was his own.

Not once did he look up at me. Not once did he notice I was there. Honestly, I don't mind it. It was peaceful, and my heart thudded gently at the sight of him. He seemed like a father figure, in the sense.

I blink. I hold my eyes close for a millisecond to long. I hear a feminine voice.

I open my eyes to see my mom standing in front of me. The towel was still discarded on the stairs, and I was standing in front of my mother. Talk about embarrassing.

I look behind her and into the kitchen to see it was empty. The pots and pans all away, and it didn't seem like anything was touched.

"Im sorry," it mumble towards my mom, and turn my back to her, making my way back to my room. I pick the towel up on the way, throwing it quickly around myself.

What the hell just happened back there?

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