I Am Tabitha Bleu

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Tabitha

      Most girls in Tabitha’s position would have screamed, or ran back into the bathroom to lock the door behind them and wait for the odd man to leave. Not Tabitha. She simply rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

      “What are you doing in my room?” She demanded, eyes narrowed and instinctively flipping her wet hair out of her face.

     The man paused, seeming stunned by her words before chuckling, soon breaking into a full on laugh. He clutched his sides as if in pain. Once he regained control, he looked up, seeing a blank faced Tabitha. Finally, he spoke, “I wanted to meet my new partner, of course! I just happened to come in while you were in the shower--”

      “I don’t have a partner,” Tabitha cut him off, “they just get in the way. They’re a liability.”

      Again, the man seemed to be shocked before standing and inching closer. His face was calm, and as he stepped closer, Tabitha could actually observe him. He was approximately six foot of pure muscle, which was shown off by the black vest he wore. He wasn’t over muscled however, just enough to make a girl swoon.

      He had eyes as green as a pear, with specks of pine needles. They were framed with long, dark lashes, the kind that most girls wished they had naturally. His skin was a deep tan in color, and to top it off, he had beautiful jet black hair that messily framed his face. It wasn’t the type of messy one would find on a homeless man, but instead a sexy sort of messy.

       He was soon upon her, his lips curling into a smirk which revealed teeth that were absolutely perfect. “Well miss Taby... May I call you Taby?” Tabitha opened her mouth to protest the nickname, but the man cut her off, “Great, thanks Taby. Grimm assigned me to you for further training. Said he was worried that you may wind up dead because of your wounds.”

      Tabitha grit her teeth. She knew there was nothing she could do if Grimm himself had ordered him to be her partner. She turned her glare to his smiling face.

     “Just who are you?” She hissed, clearly pissed. She meant what she said. Partners were just liabilities, someone to wind up getting into trouble and cause her to save their ass.

      “Mason. My name is Mason King,” he replied, causing Tabitha to roll her eyes.

      “Alright Mason, get the hell out of my bedroom.”

      “Feisty… I like that. I’ll be seeing you around, Taby,” he purred, raising his hand to her face and brushing his fingers along her cheek. Tabitha’s eyes widened, feeling the slightest sensation coursing through her body. When she went to speak, he had disappeared from her bedroom, leaving her alone to fathom what she truly felt.

     Her lips quivered as she gave a soft sigh, her breath shaking as if hit with an eight point zero magnitude earthquake. She turned, walking to her closet and grabbing nightwear. It was simply an over sized shirt, an off white caused by stains. It was the shirt she was found in, and she could only assume it belonged to her true father.

     A hint of remorse and anger filled her. Was she not good enough for him? Was she not worthy of being a daughter? She grit her teeth, angrily pulling the shirt over her head before turning away. She refused to look in her mirror, not wanting to see her reflection. She only felt such a way when thinking of how she was abandoned, left at someone’s doorstep to be trained to be a killer.

     She flopped into her bed, the mattress springing under her weight and bouncing her skyward. However, she was only lifted about three inches into the air before landing, back against the sheets. She didn’t bother moving to get herself covered as she couldn’t feel cold. Her eyes closed, and she forced herself into a dreamless slumber.