Looks Can Be Deceiving

C H A P T E R 10

"Siri, define hate." Leo spoke loudly to the assistant on his iPhone. She responded with the request he asked for and he looked over at me.

"Want to hear more?" Siri asked him. He responded with a curt yes as I turned away from him. I didn't miss how he turned his phone so the bottom of it was point to me - where the speaker is located - so I could hear more clearly.

I sighed deeply. It's been like this for about an hour now. He would ask Siri to define certain words like unwanted, disgusting, hideous etc. Actually he went as far as asking Siri did she know where he could find human repellent.

"Siri - "

"Enough, Leo!" I yelled, while looking over at him with the coldest look I could muster. He didn't look the least bit affect, but that didn't stop me. "You don't have to sit in this room with me! William told me not to move, not you!"

He looked over at me and bought the phone closer to his mouth, " - who the fuck is she talking to?"

"Ugh!" I slumped back into my chair and looked over at the clock hanging from the wall. Thirty more minutes until the meeting is done and I won't have to be trapped with him anymore. He's become a pain in my ass. Not to say he wasn't a pain before, but still.

Over two hours ago William had to attend a meeting at the Wildfire hotel, and for some reason I couldn't join. Although I didn't care, I still would rather sit through a meeting then sit out here with Leo. Them meetings, from what I've been told, could last up to five hours.

As if I would sit here with this dip-shit for five hours straight. He only joined me an hour ago and he's made it seem like we've been stuck together for century's. Id rather be stuck in a room with William rather then this stupid, ugly, idiot.

Out of all the rooms in the hotel, he decided to station himself in the same room as the person he hates.

"Uncle Leo," a small voice screeches from behind the closed doors, followed by small rapid pecks on the wooden frame. "Open the -" the door flew open and in came Jazzy. " - door, please!"

Ron had took her to the bathroom about half an hour ago. In all honesty, I don't think it take that long to find and use a bathroom, but hey. Jazzy went straight for Leo but then she made a sudden U- turn in my direction.

"Uncle Ron is sad," Jazzy closed in on me and rapped her little arms around my legs. She pouted up at me expectantly, "he's crying in the closet and when I asked him what was wrong, he told me to come find you."

I looked over at Leo then back to Jazzy. She was still pouting, looking on the verge of tears. "Okay, take me to him."

As she guided me out of the waiting room and into the hall, I walked with slow strides through the familiar building. Everything looked the exact same as it did when I left, but I noticed the men now. Men that lingered throughout the building looking all "normal", too normal. The coldness in their eyes always gave them away.

"In here!" Jazzy tugged on my arm and pointed to a door. The janitors closets door, to be exact.

From behind the door you could hear light banging. The rhythm of the tapping increased, and the sound of skin clapping disturbed the silent hallways. What Jazzy heard as crying, I heard as low moans and groans.

"Go slower baby, p-"

"Okay!" I dragged and spoke as loud as I could to try and cut off the girls words, while pushing Jazzy back in the other direction. "Uncle Ron is going to be okay, pumpkin. He probably just hit his foot or something."