The King

chapter 17

      I awoke with a gasp. I sat up quickly, I checked my body for harm but found none. I took a small breath of relief. That was until I saw that same little boy sitting on the edge of my bed.

     I immediately started screaming, which resulted in him screaming. My eyes looked about the room, and I screamed louder. Then someone entered the room with a tray. I screamed at the young woman and she dropped the tray and screamed in fear back. And if that wasn't enough another person entered the room.

    An old woman limped into the room. "Stop! What is all this commotion for?" Her voice was coated with a french accent.

     "Cette folle salope commence à crier!" The boy shrieked.

(This crazy bitch started screaming.)

      "Mateo!" The two women gasped together.

       I was shocked at what he said, "Hey! Je parle francais." I snapped back.

(Hey! I speak french.)

       The old woman stalked up her long skirt and walked towards Mateo. She lifted her hand and smacked his shoulders, "Mateo we don't speak like that!"

        Mateo narrowed his eyes, you could see the fumes coming out of his ears. "Dégage!"

(Piss off!)

        My eyes widened at this kid, and at his blatant disrespect. He stalked out of the room, his feeble attempt at pounding his feet on the floor to display his anger.

        The younger woman muttered. "Momma, you shouldn't have taken him to France. Look at him!"

        The old woman rolled her eyes, not looking her daughter in the eye. "Oh please, He is your son."

         The woman's mouth dropped, and as she was getting ready to fire off an insult I spoke.

         "Excuse me." I started and the two women snapped their gaze towards me. Nervously I gulped before speaking. "Where am I?"

         The old woman straightened her blouse. "Pennington. The seventh city."

         My forehead crinkled. "Seventh City?" Her eyes glinted in curiosity before she spoke.

        "The seventh city from The kings manor." She stated. "How come you don't know?" She questioned.

        "I just, haven't- I'm new here." I lied. I knew that Mateo was a werewolf, I wouldn't risk wanting to find out they were too.

        She laughed, "New? Something tells me there's more to that." She smirked. "Lets talk over breakfast, shall we? You've been sleeping for quite a few hours."

       Before I could decline she yelled. "Miriam! Set the table for our guest. She has a lot to tell us..."

      My mouth was left ajar slightly, the woman shut it with a simple tap on my chin. "Don't want you catching any flies dear, Now up, up, up! Get dressed. Then meet me downstairs." She bunched up her beige skirt, and hiked it up before struggling to get off the bed. She dropped the skirt and slowly limped to the stairs.

         What did she mean by dressed? I didn't have any of my own clothes here. I took the blanket off of me, the cold air tickled my skin, as I let out a shiver. I was still dressed in the hoodies and sweats, I took a whiff and they smelled like dirt, much less looked like it also. I set my feet down on the wood floor, I pushed myself off the spring bed and looked around. The room was small, very small. The ceiling had the same wood as the floor, and so did the walls. In front of the bed, was a tiny table of sorts. Little knickknacks adorned it a tiny pile of clothes sat there, probably the clothes that lady was referring to. the room was very well lit. Despite there being any form of electricity in here. The only light came in from the giant window that took up the size of a wall. It was opened slightly, the curtains swayed slightly from the breeze. I walked over to shut the window, once closed I covered the glass with the thin curtains. I turned to the table and picked up the white cotton blouse.