If You Want To Get Out Alive = Chapter 7

7-(First Meeting)-71

POV: Blake2

I watched from the doorway as the maid handed her the food. She completely ignored the food instead she looked around the room. The maid was a patient women that was for certain and she sat down on the edge of the bed. She reached out and moved hair away from her eyes. The girl did not flinch at the touch but simply seemed to take comfort it the motion. 3

She was beautiful, her brown hair hanging loosely on her head. Her lips pursed together in what seemed like a way to keep quiet. She had her hands folded on her lap and her eyes seemed to be brimming with tears. The maid continued brushing her hair gentle and then the tears fell. Like a river and I watched the candle make them seem like crystal on her pale face. 4

Finally her lips parted and a small cry escaped them, pain shoot through me like a bullet. I wanted to go, to comfort her but making a movement would be unwise. I just stood in the doorway and watched her cry out. A pain that was invisible, that was impossible to understand but I did want to try. What did I want? Why did I care so much?5

“I wish I could understand what pains you so” I said softly not realizing the words had escaped me unchecked. “Please” I heard the reply and I looked up seeing her looking at me like I was a ghost. 6

She was afraid of me and the maid clung to her wrist roughly as if she had to hold her into place. Her lips were together and she seemed to be struggling for air. I backed away quickly but stopped. I clenched my fist and looked at her deeply with as much emotions as I could. 7

“Please do not fear me” I said before leaving her completely alone, heading to my brother’s room. “Stupid of me” I said as I entered the huge room full of furniture fit for a king. 8

I kicked the chest with all the force I could muster which split some of the wood. I knew my brother would not be pleased at all. I cursed myself and then plopped down on the bed. I held my head in my hands, pushing my hair back. It was a nervous, angry movement I always seemed to make whenever I screwed up. 9