A bird in its cage

by robindennoir

Hello, this is my first upload, so excuse the mistakes. This is how i feel Edward Rochester felt towards the women under his roof after he returns at the beginning of the novel, having fallen from his horse and sprained his ankle. Feel free to leave a review if you have any ideas on what i could do to improve this or move it on further and hello to the person who favourited this :)

3. A bird that hides

For the subsequent days, I saw little of the encaged bird. She kept to her business of educating Adele and I resumed my usual occupation of distracting myself from the infernal damnation I was encompassed in. Distinguished gentlemen, supposedly, called and out of no more than boredom at the dull society of England languished for dinner and drink, leaving me little time for the Child and her intriguing Supervisor.

That does not mean to say that the two were void from my existence, no not at all, I wouldn't permit Eyre to believe herself off the hook.

As we walked past in corridors I would smile and scowl as the mood took me, her giving the same sympathetic nod as though my abrupt swings did not shake her in its wake. Why I chose to torment her like this reader I could not tell you, but I took an almost perverse interest in watching her reaction and trying to guess at what point she would spread her wings and force myself to back away. And yet, that moment never came. She bore every twist and turn I threw at her as though I had never made them, a perplexing curiosity. It was as if I were not there in her mind.

That being said, I did converse with the curious bird every now and again. A brief word in the library here and there over a book, a quick question as to her health and that of the child, but nothing enough to induce that brain of hers to spill more of it intriguing secrets.