Ugly, Beauty

Chapter 6

She kept her gaze downward feeling his intense eyes boring holes into her head, she could feel it. The questions and answers that they demanded, but she couldn't answer them.

"So, um the dining room?"

"Just follow me." Zachary strode past her with his built frame, she noticed how broad his shoulders actually were and how sexy his back looked.

Whoa there, bad girl Ann! not sexy, he is not sexy. He's a jerk okay?

She followed behind him gaping at the intricate architecture and interior of the house making her wonder who's house this was out of the four.

It'll never beat the architecture back home though.

A nostalgic smile tugged at her lips as she thought of the rustic designs of the buildings in Aritzia and how the mansions looked like castles yet remained looking elegant instead of gothic, she remembered the dragons carved into each castle-looking mansion. She remembered a soft voice, a boy telling her everything was going to be okay...but his face, she couldn't remember it...nor could she remember why he was saying it in such an urgent voice. As if she was slipping away...

She was brought back to reality when she bumped into someone's broad and hard back.

"Ouff" she recoiled back before gaining her footing and touching her possibly bruised nose.

Not only broad, but it's like bloody steel.

"We're here."

He walked towards the long mahogany table before muttering profanities loud enough for her to hear.

"Shit, I just had to fucking leave my stupid bag in my fucking room."

She walked over towards a long rectangle table that probably had around 22 seats, a longer fabric was placed longways atop the sleek mahogany wood and a few vases of fresh white and red roses were placed atop the fabric. There were two large windows with blood red curtains and the wallpaper was a dark red with intricate black designs that resembled lace.

She placed her bag on top of the table and took out a few materials including the book Of Mice and Men, as Zachary walked out to grab his bag from his room.

She flipped through the book, rereading certain chapters and jotting them down in her notebook for the poster.

She heaved a sigh, this book was among her favourites for the way it showed the harsh reality of the 1930's.
She really loved things that showed the truth no matter how bitter, sad or heart wrenching it was, it's quite ironic really.

She thought about the different themes within the book; how dreams helped give them a reason to live, the need for companionship and the consequences of loneliness. There was just so many prejudices that are still relevant to today's society it made it hard to choose.

She thought about the problems back then and how they are still problems even today.

People say that we as humans have evolved so much, but how can we say that when issues that were supposed to be in the past still remain?

She thought of the constant discrimination of people who were different, it showed clearly in the way she had been treated all these years. After all to them she was different, she was treated like some sort of stain on a white sheet that they needed to get rid of in order to look clean and presentable.

She was so immersed in her thoughts that she didn't see Zachary walk in and take a seat close to her, she didn't see his blue pools look at her as she thought about the shit she's endured, as she thought about companionship within the book and how sad it must have been for crooks, understanding that if she didn't have anyone to lean on in this dire time she too would feel the need to be manipulative, to just have someone to talk to or to make them feel the same, to feel the same pain and suffering that is loneliness.