Sorry this is so short, but it's been a while since I posted a new chapter for this story. I am already working on the next chapter so hopefully I'll have the next chapter up soon.
I stand outside his house nervously shifting from foot to foot. I hate to tell him that there wasn't any new information in Hadriana's journal. I finally knock on the door. He opens the door and smiles when he sees me.
"I'm afraid I'll have to ask payment for entrance." He says with a smirk.
I roll my eyes and step forward to kiss him. "Was that satisfactory?" He nods and steps aside for me to enter. "You know if you want a kiss…or something more all you have to do is ask." I trail my fingers across his arms as I enter.
I smile triumphantly when he blushes. We head upstairs with his hand on the small of my back. I sit down and he pours two glasses of wine.
"So do what do I owe this pleasure?" He asks handing me a glass and sitting down with his own.
I sigh and pull the journal out of my pouch. "I'm afraid it's bad news." His demeanor instantly changes when he sees it. I sit it on the table and we both stare at as if we expect it to explode. "It's useless, only the ramblings of a mad woman."
His eyes flash with disappointment. "I figured as much." He cautiously reaches out and picks up the journal to flip through it.
"I wasn't sure what to do with it."
"I'm not sure either. Destroying it would be pleasurable… Though I almost feel compelled to know what twisted things lay in these pages. To see into the mind of one of my biggest tormentors." He scowls with disgust and drops the journal back on the table.
"Maybe it would help. To give you some type of understanding. This could be an opportunity to start moving past what happened."
I want him to be ok. I think if he can see how she really was…really is that it will help. Then maybe he can stop thinking of her with fear and he can see how pathetic she really is. Maybe he'll finally realize that he truly is free and she has no power over him.
He shrugs and stares into his glass.
"I also brought you this." I hand him another book. "It's about Shartan. I thought maybe if you wanted I could teach you how to read."
"Hmmm." He studies the book thoughtfully. "I think I'll enjoy learning more about Shartan. Then perhaps I might read the journal, maybe it will help things seem…ok."
Title from the song "Be Ok" by Ingrid Michaelson.
