Breaking Her Silence

Chapter Four

- Chapter 4 -

I need water. That's all I could think of when I was awoken at half two in the morning by my dry throat.

I pushed Adam's head off my leg and stood up on shakey legs, feeling my way around the dark room trying to locate the door. Once I found it, I opened it slowly trying to avoid the distinct creaking noise. To no avail, it was loud and stood out in the silence of the large house.

I cringed slightly then made my way to the stairs where I faced another obstacle.

The ancient floorboards would not pity me and my attempts to keep quiet. I tried my best, but it was a hopeless cause.

I finally made it to kitchen without waking anyone to my relief and immediately made my way towards the fridge after flicking the light on, taking a bottle out and putting it down on the side.

Now for the glass. Which was on the top shelf in the cupboard. I tried reaching up, but alas I was too short. Curse those giants. I settled for climbing up onto the side and getting it down that way.

I got up with difficulty but without an accident thankfully and grabbed a glass. My mouth watered in anticipation, my throat felt like sand paper.

I was just about to climb down when a voice startled me from behind. "What are you doing?" I yelped with surprise falling back only to be caught and placed gently on the ground.

I turned around to be met with Lucas, an annoyed look on his face and a glare directed at me.

"Thanks. What are you doing up?" I croaked, avoiding his stare by pouring my drink.

"Well it didn't help that you were so loudly announcing your descent down the stairs." He hissed sarcastically at me. "Thought you were a burglar or something." He added rubbing his eyes.

I gulped down the water, blushing. He looked at me in distaste. Why doesn't he like me? I haven't offended him in anyway, have I?

"Why do you hate me?" I rushed out looking down at my feet which were clad in some of Adam's socks, along with the rest of my body in which I wore one of his hoodies and a pair of his boxer shorts.

"I don't hate you." I perked up at this statement, a smile adorned my face as I looked at him. Good I was beginning to think I hadn't made a good impression. "I just don't particularly like you." He finished, my eyes turned to the floor again, disappointed.

"Honestly I don't see what Adam sees in you." What? "I mean you're not exactly beautiful, you're plain, average, mediocre, call it what you will." Okay you can stop now, I pleaded in my head. That was really mean. I know I'm not the best looking girl in the world but that hurt. He could have at least sugar coated it. His stance relaxed against the counter as if he hadn't just said the most hurtful words a girl could hear. I was wrong though. Those words were like a high five compared to his next words. "I guess Adam has a type. Who am I to judge? Desperate whores need attention too." He finished.

I choked on my drink I was sipping. That was like a slap in the face, I had no words. What had I ever done to him to be on the receiving end of such harsh words?

"What? Cat got your tongue?" His eyes narrowed and a smirk plastered his lips.

"Umm I-I'm going to, er, t-to go n-now." I muttered, wiping aggressively at my eyes to ward off any tears that may of wanted to come out.

The nerve of that guy! Now I was angry, fuming but more hurt then anything. I made my way back up the stairs to Adam's room.

Adam was still sprawled out on the floor amongst the pillows. I grabbed a blanket and draped it over him before climbing into his huge bed.