The Journey to Escaping Darkness (Book 1)

Chapter 12

It's been a week since Oliver has been my guard and honestly it's gone pretty well. Besides the fact that he's a total pain in my ass, he's alright. I found it very strange that he didn't know really anything about the world. The week had gone by pretty easy and pretty painless.

Tomorrow though was gonna be a rough day. The guards were having a ceremony for Dermot. I didn't want to go at all. I wanted to erase him from my memory. I might of cared deeply for him but I wanted nothing to do with him. He wasn't alive, he wasn't breathing, he wasn't here. Why waste my time on something I can't control?

Hell I have enough of things I have to control.

It's midnight and I'm watching gone with the wind. The movie was old as dirt when I was born, I don't think an analogy excises to explain how old this one is now. But somehow I still love it.

I don't know why, but I'm in love with this movie. Always have been. I guess that's one thing that hasn't changed about me. I can resit the lines to the movie by heart, that's how many times I've seem it.

The sequel to it was a piece of shit though. I hate movies that have different actors for the sequel. I know the characters by face not by name. And when you change the faces I don't know who is who.

I was enjoying the movie when I looked over at my night stand. There was a tap. It read to Raven. I didn't know what it was and to be frank nor did I really care, my curiosity seemed to though.

I paused my movie, not that I would've pissed much. I grabbed the tap and stared.

Who the hell leaves taps in thirty first century? Like really? A CD at least I mean come on.

I glanced over at Oliver and thought maybe that dumbass left it. Letting my curiosity take over I took out gone with the wind and popped in the tap. I sat back down on my bed and pressed play.

And I saw a face I never wanted to see again, Dermot. Before he could say a word I paused it and jumped out of my bed to take it out. I slammed it down by the tv waking up Oliver.

Oh that wakes him up but me yelling at him for to ten minutes to wake up doesn't?!?!

He rolled over to see me staring at him angrily. "Time to get up already?" He asked looking at me dumbly.

"No dumbass. Go to sleep!" My voice raised at the end. I didn't want to hear him ask stupid questions and most of all I didn't want to answer him.

God everyday he asks sixty five questions, does it not know anything?

"What's wrong, is it the usual... everything?" He asked stretching with a smirk on his face.

"You know I don't know if you know who your talking to. Do I need to remind you who I am? If you keep on talking like this I won't allow you to breath." I said lowly. And it only angered me more that he didn't seem the siltiest bit shaken by what I said.

"What's wrong?"

"That's none of your fucking business nor is it your job! Go back to sleep like every person in this castle."

"Well considering your face I just figured I should ask."

"Well don't! If I need someone to talk to I'll go to London!"

"Then why don't you?" He asked blankly letting this conversation keep on.

"Because I don't need anyone to talk to." I said dumbly.

"Tell your face."

"Keep on talking Oliver. I dare you, keep on." He just smirked and chuckled lowly.