"You were my favourite," he answered simply as though there was nothing more to it. What the hell was he talking about? Favourite what?
"Favourite what? Are you-"
"Toy," he interjected.
Punch him! My mind screamed. He deserves it...
"I don't even know what to say to you," I threw my hands up in the air in exasperation. " You call your friends toys..." I trailed off. He was still smirking. This is exactly what he wanted. To reawaken memories I had tried so hard to bury. It seems so idiotic of me to be afraid of my own memories. Memories I once cherished. I stared down at the ground, not wanting to look at that malicious smug look on his face.
Not anymore, I'm overly paranoid because of him. He is the reason behind all this, the book ban, the chemicals, everything; he wasn't just part of the conspiracy, he is the conspiracy. Seeing my reluctance to talk, he grasped his chance.
" You were always so fiery, so bold unlike all my other pathetic toys-" I couldn't take it anymore. How could he be referring to people he was once friends with as toys. I couldn't help but wonder what happened to the sweet kind boy I knew.
" How can you call people toys?" I shrieked, unable to hold back my anger I jumped to my feet. "They were your friends. They were there for you whenever you needed them and you're talking about them as though you don't care about them at all?" He didn't say anything so I continued to shout. " Your silence is all the answer I need. If you really think that I'm just one of your toys that you can mess with and then throw to the side then you are so very wrong." I took a deep breath and leant closer to him once more," If I really am just a toy to you then why did you insist on attending to my cut. It's not like a prince to get his hands dirty especially one like you. And why did you come looking for me?"
" I missed you," he mumbled, not making eye contact with me. I let out a loud shrill laugh.
" Oh really, well you should have thought about that before you went and messed up the world,"
All that anger that pulsed through my blood wanted to be set free. That feeling I had bottled up inside me because of him, I wanted to let it all out. Everything felt like it was breaking apart. My whole life was ruined, people were chasing after me, my parents were probably worried sick and on top of all that Xavier, the person who ruined my whole life was claiming that he missed me. I couldn't take it. My mind raced.
Stop! Just stop Rose. You can't let him get to you. You need to get through this.
My eyes watered. A single tear running down my cheek. Everything was still, there was another long silence only broken by my heavy breathing.
" Why can't you just leave me alone? I can't believe I was stupid enough to listen to you, to let you play with my mind. Haven't you done enough already? The chemicals, the book ban, even the schools that, was all you?" I turned away from him. Tears now cascading down my face. I was a mess. My body yearning for sleep. For once he didn't retaliate. 10 minutes... 20 minutes still no one spoke.
Until Xavier finally broke the silence, " Who do you think gave you all the books?"
Note to reader:
Ooh, another twist in the tale. Sorry about the short chapter but I just want to build up the tension. I promise as the story goes on the chapters will get longer and more developed because there are a lot of things that are about a whole lot more crazy and exciting.
On another note, my book reached 100 reads today which is pretty amazing to me. I know it's not much compared to the millions of reads other books get but you've got to start somewhere. I personally love to think about the fact that hopefully the people who read my book enjoyed it and I put a smile on their face.
Hope you have or are having a good day.
Lavender ❤
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