Kylie Jenner: Fighting the 1800s

Chapter 15: James' True Colors

"Where is that witch?! Where are you hiding her?!" a man yelled loudly.

Kylie quickly pulled the covers over her head, in case the man came bursting in and found her in the bed.

"You cannot walk into my house like this! Please leave or I will have to get the police!" James sounded strict, just like he had when he kicked Kylie out of his house.

"I saw her run inside, do not lie to me!"

"Maybe she created a spell and disappeared."

"Well I'll be damned," the man said, less angry this time. Kylie imagined him scratching his head. "We better get going then. But if you see her, you are required to alert the authorities."

"Of course," Kylie heard James say, which followed by the sound of a large amount of footsteps walking down the stairs.

Were they actually that stupid? Kylie wasn't a witch, she just lost her temper and happened to tear down a bakery.

Relieved to be living for another day, Kylie breathed out.

Her hair stuck to her sticky, sweaty face as she pulled the covers from her head. It was safe to come out now- most likely, and she couldn't handle the heat under there anymore.

Kylie heard James knock on the door as if it wasn't his bedroom and if he didn't knock, Kylie would be naked. But she wasn't. No, that would've been distasteful.

"You can come inside," Kylie rolled her eyes and brushed the hair from her face.

She felt gross and just wanted to take a shower to remove the sweat, sugar and crumbles of cake on her body. She was starting to smell like an old and moldy sugar factory.

James opened the door with a creak, still shirtless, and Kylie scooted out of his bed. Maybe she should've thought through the idea of her laying in his bed, because now his sheets were stained with dirt, blood and sweat.

Perhaps Kylie should've taken her clothes off afterall.

"I'm... I'm sorry," Kylie shot a quick look at the dirty sheets. "I'll clean them for you."

Since her thigh still hurt, she stumbled as she turned around to grab the edges of the sheet.

Deep inside, she hoped that her leg would make him feel sympathy for her so she wouldn't have to launder the sheets at all, but he didn't seem to stop her.

However, she could feel his eyes burning into her back.

"You need to leave. The angry mob is gone now, so you should be safe enough to get back home."

Kylie froze in the middle of pulling off the pillowcase. Her jaw clenched together and she wanted to scream in his ears that she couldn't.

He had to stop being such a handsome, selfish prick and help her, and help her find his daughter.

"You only care about yourself, don't you," Kylie snapped and turned her head towards him. He appeared much taller when Kylie's back was crouched, but now he seemed lika a... like a monster. A very beautiful monster.

His hair glistened in the small rays of sunlight that shone through the window. He had to block the sun from blinding him with his hand, but his eyebrows were furrowed, and he watched Kylie with a cold expression.

"How dare you talk to me like that?" His voice was stern with a mix of anger.

Kylie must've stepped on his toes, but she couldn't remove her eyes from him.

"I dare because you need to listen to me, James. Your daughter needs your help, and I've already said this before. You suddenly turned into a pussy because your daughter fell in love with someone you didn't approve of," Kylie said, straightening her back from the crouched position. He was going to listen to her this time. Kylie would make sure of it.