Taken Against My Will

Chapter 4: Compromise

It's been days since I was taken, days i've had to spend locked up in my stupid room. If i'd known my new bedroom was going to be plain looking I would have brought some posters. I haven't seen Robert again since the other day when I was so rude to him, but Alex has come to talk to me, but since i'm still pissed at him i've simply ignored him until he leaves. I haven't met the king and queen yet, apparently I have to have my anger and attitude in order before meeting them. But i'm so bored! All I can do is play my guitar, but i've been doing that so much I don't want to play right now. I haven't got a TV or any books or anything to keep me occupied, I bet he's trying to bore me to death. A quiet knock on the door interupted my thoughts. As I turned to answer it opened, and in walked my soul mate, my kidnapper, my annoying person, Alex. I automatically turned away from him.

"Hello again Lily," he greeted...again. God he says the same thing every day.

I kept my head turned and ignored his exsistence.

"Lily, please look at me," not going to happen mate.

"God damn it Lily! Stop being so stubborn!" he started to yell and at first I was frozen in a state of shock, and confusion. He's never yelled at me before.

Suddenly he grabbed my chin and moved my head so now i'm staring into his eyes. I was lost there. Staring into his eyes I saw anger, confusion, sadness and...love?

"Please stop ignoring me, I don't think  can handle another day of rejection." He sighed in defeat and dropped my chin, resting his head in his hands. I started to feel...guilt? I'M feeling guilty. This shouldn't be happening, but I felt the need to comfort him, to hold him, to hide him from everyone and make him mine. Holy shnatigans. I can't be falling for him, I hate him!

He stayed frozen, sitting on the edge of my huge queen size bed, with his head in his hands. For a second I swear I saw something glisten and shine on his palm, but it was gone when I looked back. Is he crying? Oh god.

"Alex I-" I what? I'm sorry? I'm not sorry. What was I going to say. He sat bolt upright when I spoke, he just remained sitting there, staring into my eyes as I stared into his. I don't know what he saw in mine, but I saw sadness and love swimming around in his eyes. It was enough for me to reach for him and hold him to my chest, my arms around him, comforting him. Soon silent tears started streaming down my face, and into his hair.

We sat in silence, holding each other as we cried. I felt terrible for ignoring him but I couldn't bring myself to apologise. HE should apologise to ME. But i'm too nice to force an apology out of him when he is in such a frail state.

"Alex?" I whispered.

"Yes?" He sat up, out of my arms and looked at me, his eyes still red but the tears have stopped.

"Are you alright now?" I had to ask.

"Better, but not completely alright though,"

"Why is that?"

"You won't accept me," he whispered, almost inaudibaly. His head dropping as he looked down. I stopped breathing for a minute, before exhailing in a small gust.

"I'm sorry, I don't like seeing you like this, but you have to be patient with me... I still hate you." I smiled slightly. He cracked a smile.

"I know, and i am sorry. But I really love you, when you accept me as your mate you will feel it too. Surely you feel something, do you not? It affected you when I cried, you held me. Thank you for that," he smiled again but I remained frozen as I thought over what he just said. He loves me. Okay. But do I love him? No. but do i like him? Maybe. I can definately feel something towards him,but I wouldn't call it love. More like a small crush. But when I held him as he cried it felt...right. Like I didn't want to move for a very long time. I have issues.