Jezebel (Watty Awards 2012)

Chapter 8

So sorry that I took so long to upload. I just haven't been able to come up with something magnificent for this chapter, but I'd put up something anyway because I wouldn't want you guys to forget about me, so here it is. I'm sorry if you find it crappy, but I really can't think of anything to write. I hope you like it anyway. Please give me your feedback of what you think or vote. Thank you. I put a photo of Leonardo Dicaprio with bright blue eyes for Seth lol what do you think?

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Chapter 8: Jezebel's POV

With my legs pulled up in front of me into the fetal position, I sat in a corner with my head down on my knees, wishing myself some place else, but every time I opened my eyes, I was still sitting in this gorgeous room and it was pissing me off. I finally got up and walked over to the mirror to look at my reflection again. The girl staring back at me didn't look anything like me. She was gorgeous. How could this be me? I frowned before letting out a heavy sigh.

"Couldn't I at least have a TV?" I said out loud, but no one answered me.

I sat on the bed, feeling bored out of my mind and looked down at my hands. My nails had grown incredibly long in a short matter of time and Seth had had one of the servants come and wrap and manicure them for me as an excuse to file them down every day, but it was to no use. They grew right back by the next day. It felt as if my body was becoming hotter and hotter every day that passed as I neared my birthday. How could I get out of here?

My head was throbbing and I flopped back onto my back on the bed and closed my eyes. I wondered what Kiara was doing at this very moment. Did she notice I was gone? Did she even care? If I died, would she move on with her life or would she remember me?

"Jezebel." Seth's voice suddenly whispered in my ear. I opened my eyes to see him standing over me.

"What?" I sighed, looking away from him. "Come to harass me about something else that you want?"

He chuckled. "No, I just couldn't help admiring you. You truely have grown beautiful."

I looked at him in surprise. "You sick or something?"

"No, is it wrong for me to say something nice to you for a change?" he asked. "Or would you rather me being mean and rude to you?"

"Well, considering your attitude last night, I would find it rather strange." I said sarcastically, closing my eyes and folding my hands over my stomach. I suddenly felt the bed dip and looked to see Seth laying in the bed beside me. "What are you doing?"

"I need to talk to you." Seth said quietly, his icy blue eyes looking away from me. What could he possibly want to talk about?

"Like what?" I asked. This guy had to be bi-polar. Where was usual mean attitude?

"I don't really want to do this." He admitted. "I do have a heart and I never wanted this for you."

"So why do this?" I asked, confused. "Are you doing this for your mother?"

"Yes and no." He fiddled with his fingers.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I said, irritated. I hated people who weren't straight to the point.

"I don't wish to be King for the same reason she does. There are things you won't understand about her. Things that I am tied to that are not so easy to get out of." He explained. "I just wish things were the way they used to be...before your father...Before everything changed."