Chapter twenty seven
**Oliver West**
I stared in a state of stupefied shock. Nothing in the world could have ever prepared for this mont.
I squinted my gaze as though it would eliminate the sight in front of or make it less real even.
Kieran!
What was he doing here in my house!
His gaze slowly traveled through my unruly hair that I had been so sluggish to take care of earlier.
Those tallic laser-like eyes took a slow detailed glance at . It made conscious of the fact that I was clad only in an oversized old shirt and a pair of shorts.
My bare legs squird under his long fixed stare.
The silence between us beca unbearable, the tension rolling off it could basically be seared through with a knife.
"What are you doing here! My mom and sister are around!" I spoke, breaking off the painful silent trance we had both fallen into.
I hoped my voice sounded confident enough. The truth was, Mom was already at work, and wouldn’t be ho until late, and Bumpkin was at school. But Kieran didn’t need to know that. He couldn’t possibly do anything to harm if he thought they were here, right?
Once again those intent orbs found mine and my stomach sank reflexively. Those blank expressions didn’t reveal a single fraction of what he might be thinking, or what I should be expecting.
"You didn’t co to school today." He wasn’t asking, it was a re statent, so I didn’t find any need to answer.
’And I did it to escape you and whatever sick plans you have for ,’ I yelled inwardly. I just wished I had enough courage to say it to his face. If anything, my body was beginning to tremble.
The fact that I was all alone with him was enough to do that.
My head scampered frantically with all the possibilities that could co about. Would he torture because I missed school?
"Yes I did, Mom wanted to stay out for an important task. You should leave before she cos downstairs and finds you here."
My fingers fidgeted as the lie burned out of my tongue. His gaze flickered slightly and I guessed he got the hint of using the word ’mom’.
I stepped an inch away from the doorway only so I could slam it closed. I didn’t get enough ti to regret my stupid mistake as he nudged my shoulders and barged his way inside.
I lost my footing and fell gracelessly to the carpeted floor of the living room.
Why does this seem to be happening a lot?
"Hey what are you doing!" I cried out, my voice etched with raw panic. My heart thundered furiously as I scrambled my way back to my feet.
His harsh glare made my next words stuck in my throat. He really was here to hurt . The intent was clear in those hardened orbs.
His gaze scanned around, probably confirming the fact that I had been lying. I wondered how he had caught that.
"You missed your first day as my slave. Do you think you could get out of it? You won’t skip school without my permission!"
His glare was still hard. He ca to my house because of this? He was taking this whole agreent to a very serious level.
"I was sick." My fingers fidgeted as I spoke. I fird it up quickly, praying the old habit would get passed his observation.
I imagined a soft look passed across his gaze for a mont.
A loud yelp escaped my mouth at instant pain that shot through my arms when his painful grip encircled around it.
"Where are you taking , Kieran? Just let go!"
To my surprise, he didn’t walk outside the door as I expected. Instead he started to venture up the stairs, dragging along the way to my room.
He still rembered the directions to my room?
The silly inner thought washed away, replaced by a whip across my face as I realized the circumstances I had fallen into.
I stared at him wide-eyed, bringing my arms to encircle around myself.
Shit.
My underwear is also scattered on almost every corner of my room.
I saw sothing akin to amusent flash across his gaze. "Don’t bother. You don’t have anything worth looking at," he sneered, his gaze like flickering torches all over my body, mocking . "Besides, I’m not interested in a boy’s body anyway."
A wave of heated flush spread through my whole body.
I didn’t know if I should be relieved or insulted at the blatant disregard he gave to my body. Okay, I was relieved.
Only it didn’t last long as his gaze shadowed hard with shards of ice once again.
How did his emotions change so fast? Was he psychopath?
"You are ill, right? Then I think I got the perfect gift for you."
His words sent a wave of anxiety through . Whatever that was about to co, I wouldn’t like it.
"I d-don’t want anything, please just g-go," I faltered.
My gaze darted toward the door for a quick mont. I bolted as quick as I could. Just before I could make contact with the knob, he yanked backward by the arm, this ti tossing toward the bed area like so ragdoll.
He looked enraged, but a cruel smirk was plastered on his face.
"What kind of a master would I be if I do not take care of my sick pet?"
My ears cringed at the words "master" and "pet," and even so when I saw the object that he had enclosed in his palms.
Pills..??
.
He was torturing purposely. He clearly knew I had been lying.
Wait...
Was he going to have take them?
My wide gaze t his intent ones that were clouded with nace.
He would do it!
"No.. I’m fine! Leave ! I’m not your pet and I’m not sic..."
The rest of my words were cut short when he gripped my chin hard, forcing it open. He dumped whatever pill that was, about four to five of them inside my mouth.
My eyes watered as I struggled in vain against his tight grip.
Was this the point he finally killed ?
"Gulp it down and I will let you go," he spoke without batting an eye. My lungs were practically screaming from oxygen. His grip hurt, causing tears to fall from my eyes.
Having no choice but to swallow whatever that was, he finally let go.
It was bland and tasteless. Was it so poison to kill ?
"I believe you are perfectly fine now," he bit out. I faltered when he took a step backward, regarding with a look I couldn’t decipher.
My stomach rolled tight with the need to vomit. I rushed over to kick the bathroom door open. There I poured out my guts to the sink.
I caught sight of my reflection. My eyes were red from all the tears. I splashed water over my face carelessly.
Was I going to die?
I couldn’t go out. He really was a monster who despised with every fiber of his breath. But how could he do this to ? Sohow I had never believed he would go this far to hurt .
I stepped out of the bathroom clutching my stomach with my fingers.
He sat on my bed going through my drawer like he belonged here. He really was making himself comfortable.
A spike of anger swept through . How could he remain so nonchalant?
"What did you give !" I seethed.
His gaze snapped to mine. The look he gave regarded as though I was dumb.
"Don’t be so dramatic. It’s just plain white chalk. You used to eat it as a kid, rember?"
I stared at him dumbfounded. He had fed chalk?
He also rembered that I used to be addicted to them?
Even so, why did he tell ? He could have easily allowed to leave with the fear that he had given sothing that would hurt .
And why did I believe his words so easily, as though he would never tell a lie?
At this mont he almost looked like my K, the one I had lost years ago.
My thoughts abruptly vanished when I saw a familiar gray box in his hands.
God no!
My heart gave a wild frantic jump.
He couldn’t see the contents.
I sprinted toward him even as his fingers began to unlock it.
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