Beatrice's Peculiar Story

Chapter 12

My eyes shoot open to blinding light shining through the small window. Another new day in this new loop. I rub my eyes and allow them to focus. There's a new dress laying on the night stand. It must be from Emma, just like the others. In a way, I feel bad for making her give me some of her wardrobe.

I get dressed and head down to the second next floor. I shuffle by the rooms and stretch my back which is still a bit sore. It doesn't help that I probably now have a bruise from on my rump. I rub the spot and feel a knot. Great.

As I pass Enoch's room the door swings open. I jolt back a little from the sudden movement. I expected to see short little Ennoch but oh, was I wrong.

Victor stands in the doorway. He's tall and broad. Almost two times my size. "Oh, good morning." He says sounding stiff.

"Good morning" I manage to murmur.
He smiles awkwardly and then we hear Ennoch's voice come from behind Victor. "Hurry it up, I want to eat." he says. I'm a little surprised to hear that his tone doesn't sound angry or even annoyed.

Victor scoots forward letting Ennoch out of his cluttered room. When Ennoch sees me his eyes narrow and he furrows his brow.

"Morning Ennoch" I say.
He replies in what seems to be almost disgust "Morning." He pushes past me and heads down to the dinning room.

I mentally sigh and follow. "Ennoch just isn't used to you yet." Victor says quietly. I look back at him. "That's what I've been told." I reply. The more I look at him the more I see Bronwyn.

We jog down the stairs side by side and enter the dinning room in silence.

I find the spot I have been siting the past meals. Even though Millard is invisible I can tell he isn't there with us.

"Millard went out early." Victor informs me as if he knew I was thinking about it.

"Oh, alright. Thanks"
I eat my breakfast slowly. Before I get up to wash my plate Victor clears his throat. "Ennoch and I were planing on playing ball." He pauses. "Would you like to join us after breakfast?" He asks with another awkward smile. Ennoch seems to choke on the water he is drinking. He places he glass down slowly as he gave Victor a strange look.

"Sure, sounds fun." I answer, smiling back.

"Great!" He stands up, taking Ennoch's plate and stacking it on top of his. He reaches his hand out for mine. "Here, I'll take that for you." He offers. "If you insist." I hand him the plate. "You and Ennoch can head out while I clean these off.

"Alright."

I stand up and push my chair back after Miss Peregrine excuses us from the table. Ennoch begins out of the room and I quickly follow. He doesn't even acknowledge me as we head out front. The leather ball lays next to a bush in the flowerbed. He taps it with his bare foot away from the house and further out into the yard.

"So how do you play?" I question, breaking the silence between us.

He sighs with annoyance.

How predictable of him.

"It's just soccer." He gives me a done expression.

"I just wanted to know if you guys did something differently." I reply a little annoyed.

We hear the doors open and Victor walks out with Bronwyn behind him. "I had to find another player for Beatrice." He explains.

"Victor, why couldn't we just do our normal game?" Enncoh asks while looking at me with uncertainty. 

"Why can't we all just play together? Or are you afraid to lose against girls?" He shows a small smirk.

Ennoch looks shocked. "That's not it at all!" He shoots back.