WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE BAD TO YOU!?”

That night I couldn't sleep, I mean I had always hated chris from the bottom of my heart but what ethan told me peaked my curiosity 'What could possibly have happened with chris for him to think of girls like that!?'.

I have also never seen him react that aggressively to guys but I remember how a some days back there was a maid, she accidentally opened the curtains before chris was up. That time chris was still sleeping in my room and almost everyday the butler comes and opens the curtains at 8 sharp in the morning. But this time a maid had opened it, chris was so furious he grabbed her by her hair and dragged her out of the room telling her she was fired. That was the day he moved out of my room, I still remember the look on his face! There was so much hurt when he looked at me but there so much more rage.

I turned the night lamp on and pulled myself up, slouching a bit on the headboard. Mild breeze was flowing outside the small window on the other side of the bed. I kept watching the trees ruffle with the wind. My head wasn't letting me rest and I just wanted to take a stroll outside. This wasn't my house but it was 4 in the morning, there is a guard always on watch duty outside my room but I can convince him! Actually it was more like he accompanied me that time. So I took a shawl and wrapped it around me, opened the door and he immediately stood up.

"Can I take a walk outside?", I asked him but he didn't respond at all. He is usually like this he never talks, it was like he was here just to listen to orders and protect. Then I asked him again but in a different way, "lets take a walk outside shall we?". He turned on his heels like a commando and Stopped. I sighed and started walking towards the stairs. Slowly without making any noise we descended the stairs and walked to the main door of the mansion.

It was a huge door! More like double door with intricate design on it. It was a tough job opening it so I turned to the guard and signalled him with my hand with a helpless expression on my face. He politely bowed and I moved aside after which he carefully opened the door enough for me to walk out, then he carefully closed it behind us. "It looks heavy!" I exclaimed looking at how much effort he had to put in, but he didn't even change his expression. He just stood there, I sighed again, "you know it would be nice if I had someone to talk to sometimes". I knew he won't respond so I started walking ahead.

As I descended the semicircular stairs the cold breeze coming from the direction of the fountain touched my skin sending shivers all over it. I walked towards the pavilion a few meters away, the guard was following me but I didn't care. I opened my arms as the wind embraced me , it felt like the only personal touch I might have got in past year. Tears rolled down my eyes as Memories of my dad rushed through my mind, I was getting severely homesick.

I wrapped myself in my shawl again and kept walking towards the main entrance of the mansion, the gate from which I returned last time unsuccessful to escape. As the gate came in my view 3 guards blocked my way asking me to return back, but I stayed there not moving. I asked myself what has been going through my mind to wait in such a toxic environment? Am I really in chains or am I enjoying this prison? Afterall its pretty rarely I face the worst side of this all, rest I am getting totally looked after and cared for.

I smiled to myself as the answers came to my mind almost instantly. I turned on my heels to return, there he was standing looking at me with no expressions on his face. The moonlight reflected on his slightly tanned complexion, and his eyes looked beautifully green like stream of fresh water rippling through the mountains. If only it wasn't like this, if only we met under different circumstances, if only I never got to see his dark side; I might have had a huge crush on him. But its all different now, I see nothing but a monster.

I broke our eye contact and started walking, this guy has always shown his colours and I was least interested in any of it anymore. As I approached him he opened his mouth to say something, but I didn't pay any heed and walked straight past him. His eyes went wide I could see it, I had decided to ignore him and avoid any bothersome situation with the likes of him.

But he held my hand from behind stopping me in place, "I want to talk to yo..." before he could finish his sentence I butt in. I faced him politely freeing my hand, "I don't want to!" I kept looking at him to see how he was reacting but he was rather quite. So I continued because he wouldn't talk now, "what is it? Everytime you have something childish to say and childish to do, just because I'm your prisoner doesn't mean You treat me any which way you want. Everytime you talk I get hurt, I see death."

I still waited for him to say something but nothing so began my ranting again, "You should be the one telling me why am I here? I'm being taken care of yet held captive, I serve no purpose here but I have been living off your favours." I couldn't hold my anger in and started pushing one finger against his chest with every sentence I said, "What do you want from me? Why do you always give me problems? Even after I choose to cooperate and never ask questions, why do you always go ahead and injure me just to heal me again? WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE BAD TO YOUI?"