I Heart You (On Hold)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

I was not sleepy, because I slept the whole day. I went to the living room and sat on one of the couch. Then I decide to go to my room. In my room I found some paper and a pen.

Day one, 17 of September 2013

The say has been very strange, but not unpleasant. It has bee quite fun actually. The subject is a guy that claims to be multimillionaire, owner of the chain of restaurants Hamilton. He is probably narcissist, he is sure that his is a Greek god, and even if I don’t want to admit it, he is quite a sight. I suspect he has OCD.

He likes teasing people, seems antisocial and has a permanent stick shoved up his ass. He has good qualities too, he is gently, he knows how to cook, he is quite fun, and he looks like he cares.

He says that Mansion where I lived is trying to hunt me down to use me, I think that it might be true but I will still try to escape if the opportunity arises, I am going to look for Nate and Grace if I escape.

Conclusion, he is confusing but it seems he isn’t killing me anytime soon. He doesn’t seem to be that bad, but maybe he is playing with me.

P.S. we ate spaghetti.

I finished writing my report; I decide to write a report everyday, it something that can maintain me sane. I looked around the room trying to find somewhere save to my report, there was no way in hell I was going to let anyone to look at this. I decide to hide it under my bed.

I walked down stairs; I wanted to watch a movie. When I walked out of the room something caught my eyes. The room that was locked this afternoon was open. I slowly walked towards it and peered inside from the little crack. I saw that Noah was sited inside, facing a glass wall, where you could see the forest a night, I notice that the walls inside were made of glass except the one were the door was.

The room was big and spacious, it was the only room that was disorganized, there was paper pasted on the walls, each one was a master piece. There were brushes on the floor and, tubes of what looked like acrylic, oil, some charcoal, and more paper, some pallets and canvas pilled at the corners of the room. There was an easel with a half painted canvas, and a stool, but Noah wasn’t sitting on it, he was sited on the floor, next to it. I suddenly had an urge to run and wrap him in an embrace, even if I couldn’t see his face, he looked sad, his shoulders were sagged and he looked, vulnerable.

It was an art studio, but it seems that it wasn’t used often; I could see that everything was covered by a fine layer of dust. I then heard him whisper something again and again, like in a trance. I realized that it was a name and it was a girl’s name.

“Bell, Bell, Bell,” He murmured, and I felt something dropping on my inside, I got away from the door slipped on the wooden floor and fell inside the room and hit face first, it hurt and tears were threatening to come to the surface.

I looked up ion time to see Noah snapped out of his trance and looked at me shocked and then his expression turned into anger.

“Get out of here!” He barked at me, he looked really pissed off, never have I seen him do angry. The tears started to form on my eyes but I refuse to let them fall, I was angry sad and scared. I quickly scrambled to my feet, stepped out of the room and closed the door. I almost ran to my room and jumped to the bed. The tears rolled down my face and I was sad but very confused at why was I sad. Why did I cry?

I pulled out my report out of it hiding under the bed and wrote at the end.

Screw it all, the subject is an asshole and a jerk.