Storm and Silence (FANFIC)

25. Kitchen Woes.

I slammed the door shut and sagged against it. What had I done!? What had I just said? How did those words even come tumbling out of my blasted mouth?!

And he! He'd probably really truly heard me and pretended he didn't! Or worse, he was the same way and wanted to hear it again!

"No, no, no, no, no!" I mumbled, burying my face into my knees which I'd pulled up. "What have I done!?" I wailed.

How could I have said such a thing? How could I? What even made me say it?

Him. There was simply no other explanation. He did this to me. I wouldn't necessarily say ruined me, but in a sense, it seemed plausible.

You are finished. Done for. What the bloody hell are you going to do now!? Once you get back to work, nothing will be the same! You'll be a mess!

I thought I already was a mess. Especially after... All of that.

I lifted my head up and looked out the window. It was dark outside, and when I stood and peeked through, I couldn't make out much of anything. I found a latch on the window and I pulled. The latch gave way and I pushed open the window. The smell of salt and the light breeze of the Mediterranean hit my face as soon as the window opened. I closed my eyes and breathed in the rare scent. The sea was unavailable in London, most especially where I resided, but the change of it here and now... It was exhilarating. Very. I sighed and rested my chin on the windowsill, letting the ocean breeze caress my face.

I couldn't help but recall the kiss. Over and over and over again. I groaned, twisted around and flopped onto my bed. "What the bloody hell am I supposed to do now!?" I muttered. Covering my face won't do, I'll end up imagining him and his lips on mine and every other damn thing!

I realised something then. We were in Africa. Not in London. Which would mean that... he would never know of what happened! I smiled then, after not smiling for an entire day. He would never ever know of what happened between Mr. Ambrose and I. He would never ever know of this trip. He would never ever know of anything that I have been doing for so long!

My smile grew wider and I rolled over. "The only thing I need is for him to not become my husband." I shuddered violently at the thought. My thoughts consumed me, and I ended up briefly thinking about the kiss only once. I had to thank the gods that I hadn't done that to him. Not that I ever would. It would probably scar me.

My stomach grumbled and I sat up. I hadn't eaten anything in a long while. I stood and then left my room, towards the kitchen. It was the most visited place other than my room. What could I do, the food were simply all delicacies!

The kitchen was dark and empty when I entered it. Looks like I'm gonna have to go through it in the dark... I thought biting my lip. I shrugged and then wandered around... And ended up knocking things over.

"Oh, crap! No, no, no, no. Gotcha! Oops wait, no! Crap, crap, crap!" I said loudly. A light flared, briefly blinding me and I came in sight with the chef. In my hands were a couple pots and pans, my mouth held two spoons, I balanced a plate on my foot, and I was teetering off to the side. The chef's eyes went up and I followed his gaze. There was a big pot right above my head and it looked as if it was about to fall. When my eyes landed on it, they widened. I looked down at the chef. "Helphff?" I looked pleadingly at him and he didn't answer. Nor did he move. I spat out the spoons at him and he jumped back, knocking over a bowl.

That set off a chain of kitchen appliances falling in a strange manner. The final outcome was over my head.

The big pot was hit by a wooden spoon and slid down the rack. I looked down, squeezing my eyes shut. THUNK! Pain flared all on my head and I heard multiple clatters and then a thud and finally... Nothing.