want to run into his brothers as he called them.
I hope I don’t get lost either.
Fortunately, I manage to make it to the kitchen without bumping into unwanted company. I scour the fridge settling on a ham sandwich.
I am sitting on the counter with my legs dangling towards the floor enjoying my fill when I get the feeling of being watched. Rain.
“Don’t think he will keep you around for long. I know what a girl like you wants with Tris, but it won’t happen. You just think because you are pretty and all the things a man should want, that he will fall for you and you won’t have to work. You think he’ll take care of you.” She snorts. “Don’t fool yourself. Many have tried and failed.”
Like you , I think to myself, remembering how he reacted to her affection earlier. I swallow my bite and take a drink of my milk. “I don’t think anything about Tristian; I don’t expect anything from him. It isn’t like that,” I defend.
She comes close getting in my face. “Keep telling yourself that.” She yanks on my hair harshly in a threatening manner before walking down the hall.
I try to ignore her accusation. If she only knew how far from the truth she is. I’m here because I have to be. I don’t want anything from Tristian other than him leaving my Papi alone. I know what men like Tris do to men like my father who can’t pay. They hurt those they love most, if they don’t kill them first. I’m not oblivious to the facts just because he intrigues me and draws me dangerously near.
I finish my sandwich without further interruption other than my wondering who, or what, Rain is to Tristian.
Somehow, once I leave the kitchen I end up walking down an unfamiliar hall. I can see the faint glow of a TV screen coming from one of the rooms. I draw near the door hearing the low murmur of whispers, unsure if they are from the television or someone watching it. I peek around the door frame seeing Rain curled up on a sofa watching a movie with Tristian. He seems so relaxed with her unlike earlier. They are sharing popcorn and laughing. Her head is on his shoulder and I don’t like it. It shouldn’t bother me. I don’t even know him but them being so friendly and familiar with one another angers me. I feel jealous. I don’t want her hands on him and I don’t want him smiling at her. Tristian’s head swings toward my direction and I hurry back the way I came, not wanting him to catch me spying on him.
Three wrong turns later, I am back in the comfort of my new room. All night I keep having vague dreams of Tristian and what I imagined as our almost kiss. When I awaken, I swear I can feel the shadow of his mouth on mine. But when I open my eyes, I am alone.
I’m not ready to get out of bed but my body isn’t going to let me sleep in any longer. The sun is shining through hitting the blue roses, beautiful. I don’t remember opening the curtains though.
Stretching and groaning I climb out of the massive bed. I can’t believe I didn’t notice it last night, but I was focused on pajamas, the entire wardrobe is filled with replicas of the same white dress from yesterday. I guess I am to wear this every day. No bras or panties either. That isn’t going to work. No way no how.
I change into another white dress and go to the bathroom in search of my bra and panties from yesterday, determined to wash them and wear them, but they aren’t there.
Great ! Looks like I will have to ask Tristian for them, but I guess I could ask Elsabeth to bring me mine from home. If she will make the trip. I am in the boonies. But then again, I don’t want my family knowing my real location.
Back in my room, I dig through my bag in search of my cellphone and it’s missing. Did Tristian confiscate my phone too? I need to check in and see how Papi is doing. I need to know Ariala is doing what is right for once.
Angry about my missing belongings, I march to his room and slap my palm against the heavy door.
“Open up
I hope I don’t get lost either.
Fortunately, I manage to make it to the kitchen without bumping into unwanted company. I scour the fridge settling on a ham sandwich.
I am sitting on the counter with my legs dangling towards the floor enjoying my fill when I get the feeling of being watched. Rain.
“Don’t think he will keep you around for long. I know what a girl like you wants with Tris, but it won’t happen. You just think because you are pretty and all the things a man should want, that he will fall for you and you won’t have to work. You think he’ll take care of you.” She snorts. “Don’t fool yourself. Many have tried and failed.”
Like you , I think to myself, remembering how he reacted to her affection earlier. I swallow my bite and take a drink of my milk. “I don’t think anything about Tristian; I don’t expect anything from him. It isn’t like that,” I defend.
She comes close getting in my face. “Keep telling yourself that.” She yanks on my hair harshly in a threatening manner before walking down the hall.
I try to ignore her accusation. If she only knew how far from the truth she is. I’m here because I have to be. I don’t want anything from Tristian other than him leaving my Papi alone. I know what men like Tris do to men like my father who can’t pay. They hurt those they love most, if they don’t kill them first. I’m not oblivious to the facts just because he intrigues me and draws me dangerously near.
I finish my sandwich without further interruption other than my wondering who, or what, Rain is to Tristian.
Somehow, once I leave the kitchen I end up walking down an unfamiliar hall. I can see the faint glow of a TV screen coming from one of the rooms. I draw near the door hearing the low murmur of whispers, unsure if they are from the television or someone watching it. I peek around the door frame seeing Rain curled up on a sofa watching a movie with Tristian. He seems so relaxed with her unlike earlier. They are sharing popcorn and laughing. Her head is on his shoulder and I don’t like it. It shouldn’t bother me. I don’t even know him but them being so friendly and familiar with one another angers me. I feel jealous. I don’t want her hands on him and I don’t want him smiling at her. Tristian’s head swings toward my direction and I hurry back the way I came, not wanting him to catch me spying on him.
Three wrong turns later, I am back in the comfort of my new room. All night I keep having vague dreams of Tristian and what I imagined as our almost kiss. When I awaken, I swear I can feel the shadow of his mouth on mine. But when I open my eyes, I am alone.
I’m not ready to get out of bed but my body isn’t going to let me sleep in any longer. The sun is shining through hitting the blue roses, beautiful. I don’t remember opening the curtains though.
Stretching and groaning I climb out of the massive bed. I can’t believe I didn’t notice it last night, but I was focused on pajamas, the entire wardrobe is filled with replicas of the same white dress from yesterday. I guess I am to wear this every day. No bras or panties either. That isn’t going to work. No way no how.
I change into another white dress and go to the bathroom in search of my bra and panties from yesterday, determined to wash them and wear them, but they aren’t there.
Great ! Looks like I will have to ask Tristian for them, but I guess I could ask Elsabeth to bring me mine from home. If she will make the trip. I am in the boonies. But then again, I don’t want my family knowing my real location.
Back in my room, I dig through my bag in search of my cellphone and it’s missing. Did Tristian confiscate my phone too? I need to check in and see how Papi is doing. I need to know Ariala is doing what is right for once.
Angry about my missing belongings, I march to his room and slap my palm against the heavy door.
“Open up
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