The Red String Thread (Catch Me Rewritten)

CHAPTER SEVEN

ISABELLE POV

        I coudn't remember after I fainted a moment ago but I was shocked that I was in a kitchen.  How did I get here? I asked. But the place looked so familiar to me like I had been here before.  I shivered when I felt the cold wind. Then I heard a rustling sound behind me. I got scared since I was alone plus the atmosphere it was eerie and dark. In order for me not to be frighthen, I hummed one of my favorite song which was "Catch Me I'm Falling" by Toni Gonzaga. I stopped because it seems that I had done this before. LIke deja vu.

        Sudddenly, I heard footsteps from upstairs. Scared, I stood up from my chair and went to the living room to check if someone was around. But when I reached there, not a single person was around.  It seems that no one was living in this place for a long time since most of the furnitures were covered by white cloth. 

        I heard the footsteps again and this time it was near.  "Please show yourself if you are there" but nobody heeded my  voice.  "The staircase" I mumbled when I heard it again so when I turned around, I saw a mysterious figure standing on top of the stairs,  it was staring at me intentlyr.

        I couldn't see it clearly because it was wearing a black hood. The same black hood that I saw earlier at the building. "Who are you?" I asked to the hooded figure but it disappeared then I woke up.

        My vision was hazy at first, since my eyes was trying to adjust with the lights, when I woke up. It was little bit blurry then when it became clear, I saw a pair of grey eyes. "Mr. Maxwell?" I confusingly asked since I knew HIs grace went back to the United Kingdom a week ago, that's what Riza informed me so I was wondering the reason he was here. I tried to rise up but I suddenly felt dizzy and I almost fell down.

        "Be careful" he gently said, he even helped me to steady myself and assisted me to sit up on the couch. Now I knew this wasn't Mr. Maxwell since it would be weird if that guy would show any kind of sympathy to another human being. "Do you want some water?" he asked, I nodded since my throat was so dry that talking was rather impossible for now. He smiled and got up to get a water from a dispenser nearby. While he was getting water for me, I took the chance to look around.

        I was in a small room and it seems that it was an office since I saw a desk in the middle room plus behind it, it was window covered by binds.  "Here" he handed me a cup of water which I gratefully accepted it while I muttered a thanks to him and then drank it.  Afterwards, an awkward silence followed. I could feel that he was nervous because he didn't look at me and he was tense - really tense that he kept fidgeting with his fingers. I broke the silence between us by asking a simple question.

        "So what's your name?" he finally looked at me but I wondered why he was shocked when I asked him that question. 

        "Umm.... Tri... Tristan" he stammeringly answered. I frowned at first but just shrugged the feeling that's something wasn't right. I might be wrong. Maybe this guy was just shy but his bashfulness added his charming personality. Plus, with his black hair and white porcelain skin, this guy could get any girl he likes.