Descent

Chapter 7 ~ Miss Popular.

The stir-fry was delicious and I fucking hated it.
I think to myself as I angrily scrub the dishes the next morning.

It's Saturday and after a late dinner last night Oliver made a quick getaway the moment the last noodle was consumed.
Flynn was tired from his travels so he fell asleep on the couch soon after.

I laid awake in bed for quite sometime, contemplating life and why mine was so muddled.

Not finding any answers even as the sun began peeking through my window I soon gave up on my restless daze, rolled out of bed and consumed three cups of coffee in an unhealthy span of time.

The clock reads seven-thirty and I suspect that Flynn won't be up for quite sometime.

Still wary of my hosting skills I leave the cereal options on the bench and a clean bowl and spoon, before making my way to the bathroom to get ready for my day.

My showers are quick and efficient, I rarely contemplate in showers anymore.
They bring back too many bad memories.

Putting on my chosen outfit of a black pencil skirt, black tights and a loose green blouse I appreciate my semi-formal approach even on my days off.

I'm not the fun, carefree person I used to be, everyday is business day.

Glancing in the mirror I allow myself the vanity to blend in a few drops of concealer under my eyes as my dark bags try to take over my face.

My cheekbones and collarbone are quite prominent but I'd be more concerned if I couldn't also see firm muscle definition in my arms and legs. Truth be told the meal last night was the biggest meal I've had since being in this apartment.

Psychologists in the past have said its due to cooking being linked with my cousin which could be half the problem.

However a major factor is that I don't want to be reliant on food.
My captors used lack of food to weaken my defences once before and I can't afford to have that happen again, this way I control my body right up to the brink.
I'm prepared.

With my hair still damp I drag a comb through my curls and sigh as they bounce back into tight ringlets around my face.

My plump rosy lips are in a frown but they often are, vaguely I can hear my Mothers raspy voice warning me that it'll lead to wrinkles but I can't manage to lift the edges right now.

My thoughts once again hesitantly poke at Oliver and I roll my eyes, frustrated with him and how he acted.

Who does he think he is?!
Just storming back into my life and deciding that he knows best for me?
To even believe that he had the right to give his opinion on family matters?

Oliver and I have always clashed, even when he was undercover Oliver was frustrated by me and now that we are living our true lives I find that the real Oliver drives me just as insane as his undercover persona.

We just shouldn't be in the same room together, we can't think straight due to the burning hatred towards each other.

Why on earth did he willingly choose to be my protection?

I also conveniently forget that I can request a new protection officer at any time but I just don't want to be a fuss. That's right.
I don't want to make anyone's job harder then it needs to be...
I'm being considerate.

With that final thought I throw my hair up in a tight bun and wince from the tightness but I refuse to loosen it.
I just need to toughen up.

"Katie?" Flynn calls out from the other room, his voice slightly muffled as he chomps through his cereal.