I walked down to the living room and sat in my chair. I looked at the fire and let my anger waft away.

"Adam," started Mrs. Kettle.

"She requested this," I snapped.

"Adam, you can't just keep people like this," she said. "It's kidnapping."

"Not if she is willing to stay which she made it clear that she is," I said.

"But she doesn't want to be here. There is a difference."

I didn't respond.

"I'm going to start dinner," she said and walked into the kitchen.

"Adam," I heard Chandler say. He and Clogs walked into the door. "Do you know where Belle's father is?"

"I don't know a Belle," I said.

"Well, her full name is Izabelle, but she went out to go find her father. She could be in deep trouble," said Clogs.

So I had this famous Belle that Chandler and Clogs wouldn't shut up about. "Belle's father is back home," I snapped.

"So he was here?" asked Chandler. "Well we have to go find Belle."

"Izabelle, is our new guest. If either of you try to help her escape, you will both be punished severely," I said and looked at the both of them.

"No, Adam, no please let her go," said Chandler.

"She volunteered to stay so she is and that is final!" I yelled and went up to my room.

Izabelle. She was so beautiful. Her cheeks were pink due to the cold and her skin was pale. She had gorgeous long brown hair tied back with a blue ribbon. Her eyes were brown and had the kindest look in them.

Maybe she could be the one? I looked at the rose. It seemed to sparkle despite the darkness in my room.

Who was I kidding? She would never love someone like me. I was just a monster inside and out. My rein was over.

There was a knock on my door. Chandler and Clogs walked in.

"Adam, Clogs and I were just talking. Maybe this is the answer we have been looking for. Belle is a nice beautiful girl. She could be the one to help you," said Chandler.

"Don't you think I know that? But look at me," I said.

"Yes, you look like a freak of nature," said Chandler.

I growled.

"But…Belle is the type of girl who judges from what's inside. If you could change your attitude, you could win her over," said Clogs.

I growled again to myself.

"Oh come on, we can help you. We know what she likes and doesn't like. Oh we should have told you but she totally turned Kevin down flat. It was hilarious," said Chandler. "But that means that you can't just win her over like you used to with other girls. Because…she's not like the other girls."

I rolled my eyes and turned to face them.

"Fine, we are having dinner at seven. What do I do?" I asked.

"Smile at her and be kind," said Chandler.

"Ask her about her interests," said Clogs.

"Oh and most importantly…don't go flying off the handle like you always do. Be patient. She isn't going to like you right away."

I nodded.

"It's almost seven. Go ahead and wait downstairs for her," said Clogs with a small smile.


I stood up straight and walked out of my room and down towards the dining room.

I looked at the clock for the millionth time. It was now seven-thirty. I knew girls took forever to get ready but they don't take this long.

I felt my anger boiling.

"Adam, please be patient. Don't do anything rash," said Mrs. Kettle.

"Why isn't she here yet?" I demanded.

Mrs. Kettle looked down.

I roared and ran up to her room. I banged on the door. "I told you dinner was at seven!" I yelled at her.

"I'm not hungry!" she yelled back at me.

I blinked a few times. No one had ever yelled at me like that. Not even when I was little.

"You had better come out here and eat with me!" I yelled.

She didn't respond.

"Adam, please, for God's sake, just be gentler," said Mrs. Kettle.

"Yeah, I definitely wouldn't have dinner with you either," said Chandler.

"Well she's being ridiculous," I said.

"No, you are the one being ridiculous," said Mrs. Kettle. "Kind and gentle."

I rolled my eyes and looked at the closed door. "Will you join me for dinner…please?"

"No thank you!" she yelled.

"Fine, then starve!" I roared. I rushed off to my room and stayed there hating myself.