I grabbed the spoon and tasted the first bowl. I didn’t like it at all but I didn’t dare say anything, Jacob laughed "Okay from your facial expression I can tell you don’t like it. So frosted flakes are out. try the others"
he didn’t yell at ? Why wasn’t he yelling and saying how I should be thankful he even gave food?
I tasted the other one and it was yummy but the third one I loved the most. "C-can I have this one?" I asked
"of course you don’t have to ask. I’m glad we have sothing you like. I’ll stock up on Lucky charms tomorrow" he said as he put his bowl in the sink and started cleaning the floor from the egg spill while I ate. When he was done he stood up and smiled "you know you’ve talked to this night more than you have these last few weeks. I’m glad"
I didn’t answer, wondering why the hell I had a fluttering feeling in my stomach. And more importantly, why was I beginning to trust him.
and why was I starting to trust him.
I sat on the bed, contemplating my next move; I had to think hard to make sure I chose right. "Do you have any..." I trailed on "Threes?"
"go fish" Jacob said and I pouted as I reached for another card. It had been two days since the kitchen incident and I haven’t had any chance at all at escaping, Jacob had been with the whole ti. And I was ashad to say, I was starting to warm up to him. I shouldn’t, I knew that. I still planned on running away to the cave as soon as I could to et Brett, But I just haven’t had the chance. I had spent these past two days in my room, only seeing Jacob and no one else. I was still too scared. It was his idea to teach a card ga, we had tried so but I didn’t like them. The only one I liked was Go Fish
"Do you have any kings?" he asked and I reluctantly gave him my two kings. He grinned at and he looked so cute that I couldn’t help but softly smile myself, which only made him grin even more.
"well isn’t that beautiful" he said, his cards laying discarded beside him. "You’ve only gave that smile a handful of tis, but I swear it gets more beautiful everyti."
"Thank you" I said in my quiet voice, thankful when he seed to hear .
"So" he cleared his throat nervously "I...uum...have sothing to ask you" he ran a hand through his hair, and my fingers twitched, itching to do the sa. It confused why I felt the need to touch him. But so far I had resisted these urges successfully.
"Celena" his voice snapped out of the daze I was in. "Tell about...the hunters.The one who took you, you need to tell about them."
I imdiately stiffened, sliding further back on the bed and shaking my head frantically. I knew sooner or later the interrogation would start. Would they hurt like the hunters did? Would they use drugs or knives and sharp objects? I preferred the knives anyday to the familiar burning pain that spreads through my body like an inferno. At least with knives the pain would be centered in the places I was cut.
My panic increased when a hand touched my arm. I imdiately flinched , tears streaming down my cheeks. "Please, no" I whimpered, mories flashing in my mind.
"Celena, calm down. Please I won’t hurt you" Jacob’s voice sounded frantic. I looked up through my haze of tears to see him looking pained, his hands in fists, and his knuckles white. "I’m sorry; you don’t have to tell anything"
His expression is what cald down. It made want to take away the pain on his face. My breathing evened out, I wiped the tears running down my cheeks, looking at him hesitantly. "I-I’m sorry" I said miserably, feeling like an idiot for freaking out.
"Don’t apologize, honey. It’s not your fault" he said, his hand reached out to touch but then he drew it back, a look of longing on his face. He turned and sat himself on the edge of the bed, a hand running through his hair. A sign of nervousness I had co to know "I’m sorry for asking, I just...wanted to know what they did to you. I can’t bear to think—" he exhaled roughly "forget it"
I stared at him quietly for a mont, hating his slumped shoulders. The urge to comfort him grew and I found myself crawling towards him on the bed. I stopped for a mont, knowing I might get hurt for doing this but nervously doing so anyway. I crawled into his lap and hugged him. He stiffened for a mont and I closed my eyes waiting for pain. But I felt nothing but his hands wrapping around , and his face burying in my hair as he took a deep breath. It was strange how safe I felt with his arms around . I knew better than that. I knew not to trust anyone except Brett and Dan, I knew trusting lead to hurt. So why the hell did I trust him?
"Thank you" he exhaled against my hair, his arms squeezing tighter. I heard a chuckle before he whispered huskily "I’m afraid if I let you go, I might not get this chance again." I could barely register his words. Despite the panic and fear that were bubbling up inside at the contact, there was still the feeling of safeness and warmth that I had never felt with a stranger before.
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