Hi everyone! I am so sorry I haven't updated in a while. I'm not going to give any excuses, it is simply because I lost inspiration to write but I found it again so yay! I will probably be updating 2 times a week. Thank you so for reading, I know I'm not the best writer but I try. Thanks again!
1 week later
I wake up with a pounding in my head. As I sit up I try to regain my bearings. What the hell happened? I can't remember anything about yesterday. I start to let my mind wonder when my cell door crashes open. "Get up," someone says sternly. I don't look up or respond in fear of being hit. As I try to stand my head begins to pound even more than it was. I slightly groan since my restraints are holding me down.
"I can't, my restraints," I say quietly. I lift up my restraints just to emphasize the problem. Scared golden hands lift my manacles up.
"If I unchain you, are you going to run?" He asks suspiciously.
"No, there's no point. I'll never escape," I say with a slight sigh.
"Ok... But if you do try bad things are going to happen," I look up as he says this. I see an emotion so impossibly foreign to my captor that I must have made it up but I swear I saw a flash of sympathy flash across his face. I silently think 'that's not true or else he wouldn't be so cruel.' After my manacles are removed I slowly stand. My head starts to spin an I have to lean on the cold, damp wall to keep my balance. I feel a hand slowly make it's way around my waist. I try to push it away but just give up after a few tries. "I'm just trying to help you stand," he says gruffly. I turn to look at him in all his golden glory... Wait I can't think that, he and his father are cruel and abusive. I just nod as a reply. We slowly make our way out of my cell. When we enter the hallway guards surround us as if thinking I'm going to escape. We make our way up a set of stairs and into what I presume is the kitchen. He guides me to a table. "Sit here," he nods his head at the chair across from where we are now. I slowly make my way over and plop down ungracefully. He chuckles and goes over to the stove. He starts making something and I just sit there. My mind starts going fuzzy so I rest my head on the table. I start to drift off until a big clatter comes from somewhere to my right. I open my eyes slightly and look in the direction of the noise. I see at least five different plates smashed on the ground. I lift my head and notice all of the guards have left. I look back over to the broken plates but dismiss them easily as exhaustion starts to get the better of me. I lay my head back down on the table but not a second later a plate filled with pancakes is set in front of me. I look up expecting this to be some sort of test. Jace looks down at me, quite irritably I might add. "Eat," he commands. I'm about to respond a harsh no but my hunger gets the best of me. I slowly pick up a fork and knife an start cutting into the pancakes. I lift a piece to my lips hesitantly expecting some sort punishment for doing something wrong but nothing comes. I put it in my mouth and chew it slowly. They're pretty good so I finish them off. When I look back a Jace he has a smug smirk plastered on his face. I just scowl in return. "Follow me," he basically purrs. I obey and stand up to follow him. I can only take about five maybe six steps before I'm crashing to the floor. I stick my arms out in front of me to brace the fall. I land awkwardly on my right wrist and a searing pain shoots through my arm. I involuntarily let out a cry of pain. I feel somebody crouch beside me. I look up and fine Jace with a worried expression on his face, but it quickly disappears as soon as he looks at my face. He hauls me up off the dirty kitchen floor. I cup my wrist with my other hand and examine it. From what I can tell it is either stained badly or broken. Hopefully not the latter. Jace grabs my wrist gently and takes a look at it. He gently pokes and prods at it. I try to hold back my cries of pain as he does so but I can't control it when he gently presses where I fell on it. He looks up and his eyes have what I think might be pity or guilt in them. "It's definitely broken," he says back to his normal harsh self. My heart sinks. Just another thing to use against me if I do not follow their orders. I must have displayed my emotions on my face because when I look back at Jace his face looks softer, under than usual. "Come on. I'll wrap it up and give you some pain meds," he says his voice mimicking his expression.
"Why are you helping me?" I ask timidly.
He spins around and I flinch expecting for him to hit me but it doesn't come. I let out a shaky breath. I don't dare look up at him in fear of a new round of pain. "I suggest you follow me and don't ask questions," is all he says.
I follow hurriedly behind him to keep up. We reach a huge set of doors. They are gorgeous with all of the things that are engraved into them. I'm brought back to reality when Jace grabs my good wrist and pulls me into the room. I look around what I'm guessing to be his bedroom. He sits me down in a chair and disappears into another room. He quickly returns with a first aid kit. he kneels in front of me and I tentatively give him my injured wrist. He starts to wrap it up and I lose myself in my thoughts. 'Why is he helping me? What is he gaining from this?' thee questions keep running through my mind. "Why are you being kind?" I ask incidentally aloud.
His head snaps up and his gaze meets mine. "Don't confuse kindness for hospitality, sweetheart." He says sweetheart with a patronizing tone. I just sigh and look round the room some more. "Take these," he hand me two pills. I put them in my mouth and dry swallow.
"What now?" I ask nonchalantly.
"I planned on just staying in here all day," he says suggestively raising an eyebrow.
"Do you have a library?" I ask ignoring his suggestion.
"No but I have quite the collections of books here," he says his voice void of emotion.
"Can we read a book?" I ask a little to excitedly. I have alway loved reading even when I was young I would beg my mother to read to me every night. Just thinking about my mother makes a lump form in my throat.
"Sure. I'll go get one," he ambles off in the direction the books are. I stay put in the chair trying to distract my thoughts from my mother. Jace walks back in with a book in hand. He plops down in the chair next to mine.
"What book did you get?" I ask my throat still a bit dry.
"Tail of Two cities," he says blandly but I can tell it is fake disinterest because I can hear hints of excitement in his voice. I don't say anything else so he begins to read aloud to me. We are about half way through the book when I stat to dose off. I still here him reading when I am welcomed by a world of darkness.
Chapter 3! So what did you think? Review your thoughts. I am always open for suggestions! Thanks!
