In This Together

Seven

Songs for this Chapter:

Boom Clap - Charli XCX

Just Be Mine - Cher Lloyd

Gunpowder & Lead - Miranda Lambert

The World is Ours - Aloe Black and David Correy

Gwendolyn's POV

 The sun had disappeared behind the trees. Through the kitchen window, I could see there was a little bit of open area around with an abandoned garden full of dead hedges. The room had gotten progressively darken since I had finished my cup of tea. H walked to the cabinet and pulled out a disfigured candle in a brass holder. He opened another drawer and pulled out a box of matches. He struck the match and the room was immediately illuminated with a eerie yellow glow. The light made his face look hidden and mysterious. God, I needed answers. 

"Do you eat anything for dinner?" I questioned.

"Duh," he said, as if it was something obvious. "I'm human too. I have to eat."

"What do you eat then?"

"Well. I didn't know what I was going to eat at first, but when I got here there was some meat left in the cellar, and some canned shit. You know the basic pioneer food."

"Hmmmm. What do you have left?"

"Some meat. I don't even know what it is. It’s just hanging down there. There’s also a can of um apples I think."

"You think?"

"I'm not a damn woman and I don't know how to cook. I've been eating like hell for the past five weeks. Don't tease me." He was glaring at me. If looks could kill, I would be dead. And I knew it. He hated me.

"Will you?" Excuse me, what?

"What?" I stared blankly at him.

"Will you make dinner tonight?" He looked at me expectantly.

"Ummm sure. Where's the cellar?"

"Follow me." He stood up from his seat at the kitchen table and picked up the candle. I followed him out the door and down the hall. The house was dark and the hallways were small. I walked behind him. At the end of the hallway was a door. When H opened it, it was completely black.

"Are you kidding me?! We have to go down there?" I shrieked.

He turned around and smirked at me. "That’s where the food is. I've got a candle. Aren't you hungry?"

I was starving. But I didn't want to go down those stairs with a stranger. I barely knew this man.

He reached out and grabbed my hand and practically pulled me down the steps. We slowly made our way down the stairs and into the dark.

When we reached the bottom, I looked around. Sure enough, there was meat hanging from the cealing and a few cans of apples left on the shelf.

"That's a pig, H. How did you not know what it was?" I asked the British man.

"That's a pig?!" He sounded surprised. "It doesn't even have any legs."

"Of course it’s a pig. It’s too small to be a cow, but too big to be a deer or something."

"Bacon for everybody," he said, with almost no excitement.

I laughed. "Why don't you take the pig upstairs and I'll take some apples. Don't leave without me, though."

"I just might. You're being bitchy again," he said.

I scowled at him. I knew he wouldn't leave me down here, though. He needed me to make him a good dinner.