Shatter Me (18+ Only)

Chapter 11

    Fun Fact...

    Morning sex is more efficient than a cup of coffee when trying to wake up.

LMAO I HAD NOOOO IDEAA??

"Good morning"

*inserts penis

"GOOD MORNING BABY YEEHAWWW!!!!!"

(sorry, I'm weird).

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    "Are Waffles too much to ask for? What is this shit?" I held up my plate of food to Fallons face. My plate consisted of discolored foods that tasted like the bottom of my foot.

    His gray eyes looked down on me, "You should be grateful that you're even allowed to eat."

    I didn't say anything. My lifestyle had usually consisted of Bonjangles, pizza and chocolate chips. I wasn't used to this garbage.

    My eyes drifted to the corners of the room we were in. Guards lined the walls, all dressed in thick black uniforms with red stitching that lined the edges of their uniforms. When I was first brought here, I had never seen the guards. But now, it felt like they were everywhere. They looked forward, their composure still as stone. But every few minutes I could feel their eyes looking over to me. 

    "Is there ever any privacy?" I asked Fallon, my eyes motioning to the dozens of guards around the room.

    He didn't follow my gaze, "It's protection."

     "Protection for who?"

    He let out an annoyed sigh, "For you, I suppose. You're now an asset. People do terrible things to assets of His Highness."

    I rested my head in my hands, evaluating Fallon. He was attractive enough, except I hated his hair. Who has black and white hair? He also had this gloomy look about him that followed him like a shadow. His nose was slightly crooked, proof that he had his nose broken quite a few times. His pink lips were formed into a straight, depressing line. His muscular back was arched as he hung his tall frame over the table, focusing more on his food than my company.

   He looked hurt, his watery gray eyes dim with the sadness that followed him. I felt my heart sting for him, what was hurting him?

    As if sensing my thoughts, Fallon sucked in a deep breath and met my gaze.

    "Don't do that." He commanded.

    "Do what?"

    "Pity me."

    My eyes widened. I hadn't spoke any of my thoughts. Then again, Fallon always seemed to know what I was thinking. He knew when I might run, or attack. He knew that I was pitying him, even though I never said a word.

    "Your eyes said it all." He said quickly, too quickly.

     I narrowed my eyes at him, "There's no way you could have guessed. Can you...can you read my mind?"

    He waved me off, rolling his eyes, "Don't be absurd." 

    He stood before I could say anything, pulling the hood of his cloak over his head as he began to walk briskly out of the room.

    There was only way to test my theory.

    Managing as much strength as I could, I screamed his name in my head, I thought his name as loudly as I could.