Hate, With Passion (Editing)

Chapter ~ Twelve : Anger, with No Clothes

Okay this is a short intro for something BIG BIG BIG !!! not telling yet but till the next chapter you may want to use your imagination a bit :D

so you know Christof's point of view on the situation a bit, now its Saniya's ;) and i think you will love it xxxx Enjoy (p.s vote if you like it, if you don't like it don't vote simple)

HERE IS CHAPTER TWELVE

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Two days had passed and I have not seen that Demon. Percy had come regularly to check my health and well being, and Aiolous had even come to annoy the life out of me as well. I had not left the Captain’s room, Percy wouldn’t allow me to move around too much and I did not complain.

I had mild fevers, but Percy sorted those out quickly. I did not say this to anyone but what Christof had said had been eating me up, he said he did not care and I was nothing, but why does that hurt me. I should be glad he hates me and I hate him.

I was disgusted that I was staying in his room and sleeping in his bed, although it did not smell that bad. In fact the bed did not smell of a murderous monster at all, morea fresh salty scent with a musky spice.Sleeping within those covers gave me the most peaceful sleep I ever had, no nightmares.

Maybe he was not a Monster?

I sighed then shook my head; Christof was a Pirate, a Man! He could not be trusted, none of these people could be trusted, even Aiolous.

I needed to escape, I needed to get back home, Nyla would be having a fit by now, and Cassandra what she be doing right now. Would she be doing anything about me?

I had not treated them thebest I could, had I actually thought about them before too, No I did not, I was always thinking of myself was I not? I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed those thoughts away, it was Christof’s doing, his words seeping through my mind, making me doubt myself.

I have only been with them for about a week but they were already getting to me. But as I thought about them, I noticed something.

They were different, very different. The Pirates I had dealt with before were, I shuddered; I could not even think about them. I brought my knees towards my chest and squeezed my eyes shut. My head was hurting as I pushed them out my mind.

Their stale breath and slimy smiles frightened me as walked past them slowly, I was dragging a sack of - what was it exactly, I was not sure. But my fingers were too small to even grip onto the worn out straw material.

They all laughed and teased as I pulled the heavy weight, scraping against the wooden boards. I gritted my teeth and kept looking down at each stride I took. Mother said stay strong, stay strong for her, so that we could get out of here.

I kept focusing on the floor, just one step at a time and i would soon make it out of everyone's way. "Aww poor kid, pulling such heavy weight, why is she even here on this ship," Someone sneered, i knew she did not really care.

"Have you seen her Mother," another pointed out amusingly, then they all started to laugh like animals.

I squeezed my eyes shut to block their slick comments and judging eyes. Suddenly I bumped into something.

My eyes slowly travelled up and up until I came face to face with Him. I gasped and my eyes widened in fright. There he stood, his face twisted in a murderous grin and his arms folded proudly over his chest. I let go of the sack and staggered backwards as he took a few steps forward.

My breathing came in quick gasps and I fell backwards. He laughed and the sound sent shivers down my spine, I looked up at him pleading with my eyes he did not hurt me. He loomed over me, his tall dark figure so easily dangerous to my tiny, weak body.