Now thirteen, Zheme stood in the dungeons, feet and hands chained and the only emotion known to him was fear.
He knew what was going to happen, he knew from the very moment he stood before his mother, blocking her from his father. His mother had begged him not to, she had said that if he defended her again then he'd be the one receiving pain in her stead, but Zheme cared not, for now he knew his father had lied, she wasn't happy, instead she was in a deep state of agony.
He could hear the pain in her screams, could see it in her eyes and furthermore, how could pain make someone happy?
He wasn't stupid, at seven he probably was, but now he knew better, her tears weren't another means of smiling, they signified her fear, her pain and her sadness, they represented her suffering and a suffering she certainly didn't deserve.
She was a benevolent woman, she looked out for him, cried for him, showed
Out of her sleep and into a world of pure consciousness Zheme shook her, watching with amusement as her eyes fluttered open to glare at him. "What?" "It's 5:00.p.m" Zheme responded. Lexie rolled her eyes, grabbing a pillow and throwing it over her head. She was tired of him, this was the third time he woke her up for nothing in particular and the next time he did it, she was going to slam his head in a wall. Sighing, she adjusted the pillow over her head and muffled out. "I swear to god Zheme, if you wake me up one more time, I'm fighting you." Zheme frowned at that, pulling the pillow from her over head and deliberately throwing it on the floor. "You can't fight me and this time, I woke you up for a reason." Now that the pillow was out of the picture, Lexie glared daggers at him, eyes so narrowed that Zheme had to wonder if he was now standing on her last nerve.
Lexie stepped out of the bathroom, a towel hanging over her neck and the loose pyjama she had recently found, covering almost her entire body, hiding it from Zheme's watchful eyes that peek at her from the bed. "I'm done." She announced, walking further inside. Nodding, Zheme eased off the bed to stand firmly on his feet, hands traveling down to abide in his pockets. "I really don't want to shower today." Lexie shrugged, plopping down on the bed. "You don't have to, I mean, dirty you+dirty dungeon= germs and at the same time, clean you+dirty dungeon= germs too." Zheme turned to glare at her, eyes summing her up as if she was a math test. "Dungeon? What dungeon?" "The same dungeon you promised to sleep in tonight." Zheme tilted his head, eyes squinting as he feigned confusion. "Me...?" He asked, stretching the word as if he was a child. "When
"Why are we fixing the door again?" Zheme glared over at Lexie for the seventh time, she had been asking him the same question since the technicians came and lord knows he wanted to bang her head in a wall. "Stop talking to me." "No." Lexie countered, frail arms that Zheme wanted to just break folding with confidence across her chest. "Just tell me, pleaseeeeeee." Sighing in misery, frustration and annoyance, Zheme decided to fess, maybe then she'd actually shut her radio mouth. "Because it's old fashioned and its not openable from the inside." "So?" 'Another stupid question.' Sighing again, Zheme pivoted on his feet, walking in the opposite direction. "Leave me alone." Grinning, Lexie tied her hair in a bun, feet skipping behind Zheme's. "Please, I just want to know." "Well you want to kno
Lexie's breath was caught in her throat, the pace of her heart as well as the rationality of her mind speeding off into the distance like a piercing arrow. She didn't know what to do, what to say, she was lost in her own little world of surprise. Mark...? What was he doing here at her hous-no Zheme's house? What did he want? It most certainly couldn't be her and it most certainly couldn't be a taste of Zheme's food either...so why...? Placing her hand above her beating heart, Lexie turned to Andrew who sat idly beside her, hoping he'd have an answer that could diminish her curiosity. "What is he doing here?" She whispered to him, eyes dense with confusion. Andrew smiled almost victoriously, pointing a finger to himself. "I invited him, you guys really needed some closure, so I thought you guys could maybe clear things up today, aren't I genius?"
Lexie watched as Zheme and Sophia disappeared into the kitchen and the denseness that now lived in her heart augmented when she turned back around only to find Mark looking at her. He smiled, white teeth glistening like gems. "Hey." Lexie forced a smile, waving awkwardly in response. Mark could sense the tension between them and somehow that only made his heart ache even more. What was he doing here? Why did he come? Somehow, he knew the answer to his question, he knew why he forced his way on a path he somehow didn't belong, but he still couldn't help but question himself, couldn't help but ask why...? Why force it? Why care? Just why...? That was the question he couldn't answer, that's what was puzzling him. He came here in hopes of making things cl
Zheme shoved a bowl of shredded chicken mixed with cheese and a variety of spices over to Lexie. "Here, stir that." Lexie leaned against the counter, eyes indolently traveling over to Sofia who was chopping god knows what. "Why should I? Sofia's working by herself, if I work with you that would be unfair." Zheme stopped what he was doing to look at her, pushing the flour tortillas aside. Unfair...? You wanna know what's unfair? The fact that she had willingly made Mark touch her that's what was unfair, yet here she was, acting as if it wasn't a big deal. But then again, it really wasn't a big deal, it was a humongous one and by the end of the day, he'll make sure she realizes that. Glaring devilishly at her, he dusted the flour off his hands. "Look you mosquito without wings, you brought me into this cooking mess
Both girls pointed at each other, then in unison... "She started it." They said. Zheme tilted his head, walking further inside to drop the paper clips on the counter. "Started what exactly?" This time however, Lexie was the first to answer. "She told me you wouldn't win the competition." "And she told me to mind my business." Zheme nodded in understanding, eyes squinted and brows knotted. "Telling you to mind your business was good advice, why don't you do that? Your chicken in the oven might need to be turned." Sofia's mouth dropped, eyes widening. "You both are the same, that's why you have each other and for your information, my chicken is quite fine." With that, she marched her way out of the kitchen, leaving Zheme to wonder what exactly had he done wrong. He had only stated the facts, it was a good advice, people who knew how to mind their bu
With eyes that held an indescribable amount of joy, Lexie looked around, heart buried deep in a pit of felicity, mind lost in the midst of a world of pure bliss. She felt home, felt prideful, felt happy, felt free. She felt as if the invisible shackles that had held onto her hands and feet had disappeared, felt as though she had finally stepped out of her prison cell. But how ironic it was that the person who had restrained her, the same man who had locked her in that cell was the person to let her out. He had twisted his key, pulled the door open and had held her hand and led her on an adventure. On their path, he made her feel numerous emotions, fear, sadness, lust, anger and the most favourable of all, he made her feel happy. On their path, he had converted, changed from a man who only wore black to one fully clothed in white. On their pa