Old Jacob

Adele's Pov

Just like the rest of the time, he gave me time to recover, which I'm grateful for. But I couldn't get over the thought of me leaving here, the thought of getting freedom. Stepping my foot outside and breathing in fresh air far from this toxic environment. 

I dragged my feet as I walk down the Hall to the dining, one of the things I dreaded the most was sitting among those foxes and listen to them talk and insult me like I wasn't there. Like I'm a ghost who can't do anything whenever the living talks about them. 

Well, that's what I am! 

A ghost. 

There's no life left in me, I'm dead from the inside and my body is only roaming around. 

Lifeless. 

Just like they wanted. 

I dragged the chair out to have my sit and that was it, everything went blank. 

“Hey! Are you okay?” I opened my eyes to Jacob's voice, my eyes met his and the world stood still. 

I closed my eyes for a while, trying to process what's going on. Again, my eyes met his. 

I glanced around with furrowed brows, confusion setting in with the sight in front of me. 

Killian was sitting beside me, holding my hands like a precious jewel, caressing it softly while his eyes shone brightly, the happiness in it was unhidened. 

The joy in his eyes were like old times where he'd be happy to see me, when he'll smile just at the sight of me and his presence brings me so much peace and happiness. 

He looks like jacob now, my Jacob. The man I fell in love with, the one that treated me like an angel making his arms my heaven. Make me feel like a queen while his heart was my kingdom where I ruled happily together with him as my king. 

He gave me that dashing smile, that makes the world stop just for him to shine, that one that makes me feel like the most luckiest girl on earth. 

“I'm sorry” He begged, kneeling beside my bed, still holding my hand. He doesn't need to say anything else, I know when he's sorry. 

I can hear how remorse he is from his voice, he sounded so broken, pain was evident in his voice. And his eyes carried so much guilt and pain as they started deep into my eyes. 

“Are you?” I teased, but my hoarsed voice made it sounds more serious than I intended. My little defensive wall fell when a lone tear dropped down from his eyes. 

My heart aches for him, I wiped his tears off his face as mine fell too. He place a longing kiss on my lap. 

“It's okay” I run my fingers through his hair gently, he laid his head on my lap and I caress hos face and play with his hair just like old good days. 

We stayed in the silence of our own world, just enjoying each other's company and lost in the embrace of a derailed love that came home__ a prodigal son is home to his love. 

“Come here”

He pulled me on his chest as he lay down on the bed, my head on his chest listening to the beautiful drum of his heartbeats. The melody and rhythm of his breathe against my hair as his hand trail my spine, sending cold shiver down my spine and spreading goosebumps over my body and signals to somewhere that throbs. 

It feels good here, it has always! 

“What changed?” I thought out loud. He wasn't like this yesterday or the day before, even since he came back from wherever he disappeared to. 

“Nothing changed, we just grew and realise some things are meant to be taken care of without anger”

Anger? Angry at who? My father? 

“Who were you ang_____” The splash of cold water on my face Interrupted my lone time with Jacob, I jumped out of the bed in anger. 

My body feels different and the environment feel choked, its a dream? 

It's a dream! 

“I see you're awake from your wonder dream land, huh?” the venom in the familiar voice sent chills down my spine and I took two steps back away from the bed. 

It's Marty

The famous Marty they said could handle me. 

The one to teach me the ‘lessons’ Killian said my father failed to teach me. 

“You think you're here to play huh? You think you're the boss mistress so you have the luxury to do whatever you like right?”

I could look her in the eyes, they were blood shot. I don't know if she's angry at me or she was born to be angry always. 

“I don't understand, the last thing I remembered was myself in the dining wanting to have a meal like everybody else.” Her eyes dilated from shock, not expecting me to talk back. 

“Fainting whenever you like so you can rest and be taken care of is__”

“I haven't done something I like or wanted since I stepped into this den called a house” I cut her off. 

My anger was above a taming point, first my time with Jacob was a dream and she dare to interrupt that. Then she shouts at me like I'm her child? 

No! It's unacceptable. 

“Infact, I haven't even felt human not to talk a mistress to some demon y'all praises and call your boss. I'd rather become a slave than be that monster's mistress!” 

All in one breathe. 

I breath in and out after my outburst, I don't know what came over me but I can say I feel light after my speech. 

With opened eyes and mouth, Marty stared at me. Shock was written all over her, blinking like she couldn't believe I poured all that out especially when she thought I'll melt in her presence. 

She finally found words “Well, since that's what you want. I have no choice but to grant you what you want!” 

Now it's my turn to be confused. 

Grant my wish? Like setting me free? Letting me go back to my father and my life? 

“What? You're granting my wish?”

“Yes, I have to. It's a reward for standing up for yourself” she half smiled, a smile that didn't move past her lip nor get to her eyes. 

Her eyes glint with mischief and the satisfactory smile. Her sigh told me I won't like what's she's about to say next, and I didn't. 

“You'll be joining the maids, the head of staff will assign you to wherever she dim fits for you to work in. This is your chance to be a slave than to be our boss mistress right?”

We were both staring deep into each other eyes, All I felt was anger. Pure anger. 

"I can't do that! You don't expect me to join the maids, I'm not your slave. I'm not going anywhere, I'll be in this room if you need me and I'm sure there's enough maid to do everything you need. If there isn't, employ more. I, Adele is not doing anything or joining those people!” 

I lay on the bed, pulling the cover to my chest with my back to her.