Bad For You

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Kimberly's POV

My stomach growled as I climbed down the stairs.

I was starving.

As a matter of fact, starving was an understatement for what I was feeling.

I had skipped lunch and dinner because I wasn't sure I wanted to see Keenan yet. I wasn't prepared for all the awkwardness that came along with it.

I knew that it'd have been impossible for me to sit across the table from him and not stare at him.... Not after what had happened.

It was a few minutes past two am and still,I hadn't been able to get any sleep due to the constant rumbling in my stomach.

Had I somehow made him angry?

He didn't exactly look angry.

But then again, he'd just walked away.

No response, no reactions,he'd simply turned around and walked away.

Why did he have to make everything so complicated?

My eyebrows furrowed when I got to the kitchen, my feet coming to a slow stop as memories of yesterday filled my head. I felt heat crawl up my cheeks but I pushed everything away almost as soon as it came.

The door was shut properly this time so I was pretty sure he wasn't inside.

I pushed the door open slowly and then walked in,my eyes scanning around the kitchen for a few seconds and even though I hadn't expected him to be in here, disappointment filled me still.

I made for the fridge and after raping its contents with my eyes, I settled for a slice of cake and a glass of some sparkling grape juice I'd also found in there and somewhere through my meal,I managed to convince myself that Keenan was an asshole.

I shook my head as I carried my plate to the sink and then quickly washed it out as I didn't have it in me to leave it lying there for someone else to find in the morning.

Feeling satisfied with myself, I walked out of the kitchen. I closed the door behind me and then made for the staircase when I halted.

Walk away Kim.

I don't know how I'd missed it earlier but the set of brown double doors Keenan had supposedly 'barged' into this morning stood slightly open,dim light emanating through the open space.

Was he in there?

Walk away, Kim.

What else was in there?

It took a lot of willpower to let myself climb up the stairs but when I got to the third step, I turned around and then began to walk towards the door.

I had to be batshit crazy. There was no other explanation.

But I needed answers.

I halted when I got to the door and then let myself look into the dim lighted room. My eyes scanned through the huge,tall brown bookshelves filled with hundreds of books. A few pieces away from the door was a medium sized table and an office chair and other than the pieces of paper scattered around the table and a single grey leather sofa in front of the closest bookshelf to the table, the room was practically empty.

No Keenan.

Against all the warnings blaring through my head,I pushed the door further open and then walked in, glancing back to make sure no one was coming. I couldn't afford to get caught.

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