Mystery Mate 2

Chapter 27: The ceiling.

The sound of metal chattering woke me up. The foul smell filled my nose again. I tried so hard to get to sleep that night, especially when the pillow and blanket were oozing with the smell. So I threw them away.

“Hey!” the voice made me sit up immediately.

I turned to look at the clear blue eyes that captivated me in the past, well, they still do.

But this one was red. Not literally, but his emotions were.

The frown on his face only made it worse. He was wearing a Nirvana t-shirt and simple black jeans.

“Luke…” I couldn’t help it. The emotions inside of me were building up. I couldn’t get mad at him; he was physically and mentally tortured. No matter how I kept on telling myself that he was the Luke I know, his stern expression made me wonder whether I can make him remember or not.

“How do you know my name?” He gripped the tray with food. Finally, for a whole week I refused to eat whenever the person who brings me the food isn’t him.

“I’m Nathalie.” I ignored the pain that went to my knees as I fell on the bed and crawled desperately to his direction. He should remember me, he should know!

“I am aware of that.” I have never seen his glare he never looks at me like that. And right now, my mind kept on making me think that there’s no chance I can make him remember.

“Lily.” I said desperately.

He frowned at me. “Bun bun.” The nickname made me shudder; it was very awkward telling him this especially when he probably doesn’t even remember me.

“What!?” he said in disgust.

It was like my first reaction when he said it to me.

But like I said, I was desperate.

I snatched my necklace and showed it to him, “Don’t you remember? You gave it to me when you were about to leave.” If the bars weren’t in between us, I could’ve shoved it to his face.

My eyes widened and at that moment I wanted to catch him and tell him everything’s okay. He was holding his head as he leaned on the wall, wincing in pain.

He’s going to remember me!

“I-I” he stood up, balancing himself before placing the tray in front of me. “I still don’t know you.” He glared at me for the last time before walking away, groaning.

I sat down, covering my face with my hands as I tried once again to contact Eric or anyone in the pack with mind link. Every time I did, it only felt like there’s a barrier keeping me from talking to anyone.

I poked the “food”. It swayed in different directions, making me think if it was alive or a monster in a form of poison.

The sound of footsteps made me look up; it was the first guy who brought me food. “You still ain’t eatin huh?” his thick Mexican accent suited his outfit.

He was a browned hair guy with small eyes and thick lashes. He wore a jacket like those in cowboy movies. I shot him a glare. “You shouldn’t be doing that honey.” He leaned on the wall where Luke has been before crossing his arm.

“What do you want?” I snapped at him, this isn’t the time to push me over the edge because I’m already there.

“Nothing.” He shrugged, looking at the other cells.

In the past week, I was the only one speaking in the whole dungeon (as I call it). No one even bothers to snap at me whenever I get too noisy.

Are they even looking for me?