Shut Down

Shiloh's POV 

I'm very tired and exhausted. Seems that all my energy was drained. Not from the traveling but from controlling myself from anger.

The moment I entered the room, I closed the door and let go of the cry that I was holding downstairs, in front of Mr. Heartless. I covered my mouth with the pillow I saw on the bed so he could not hear my sob. I don't know how long I have been crying. But when I finally calmed down, I opened my suitcase and took a set of clean clothes, my undergarments, and my toiletries. I put down my clothes on the bed and went into the bathroom.

I need to clean myself up. Aside from the dust, though the aircon was on when they entered, that seemed to be country roads; he turned off the aircon and opened the windows. I look around to see if there are some people, but there are none. 

I wanted to clean my sticky face. Sticky from tears and runny nose. I entered the bathroom to take a shower. My reflection in the mirror shocks me. My eyes are red and popping out, like a Garfield; my hair is a mess. I look like the one who's just risen from the grave in the horror movies.

I take out my clothes and pile them on top of the sink counter. Then I stepped into the shower cubicle with her toiletries. I put them on the rack on the upper right. I adjust the shower head that will aim at my chest. Then turn it on; the first drop made me wince. It's cold, but I let it penetrate my skin.

 

And when my body adjusted to the cold water, I loosened my hair. It has been tied up in a messy bun since we left Paris yesterday. I never let my hair down whenever I am outside. I only untie it at night when I'm sleeping.

After I untied my hair and put the elastic band on the rack. I take out the sponge and put the amount of body wash to scrub my wet body. I squeezed out the soapy sponge under the water until it was fully clear and put it back on the rack. I wet my hair, then I squeezed some amount of my vanilla fragrance shampoo in my palm and rubbed it in my wet hair. After a while I rinsed it until it was soapy-free, then I squeezed the water from her hair. I squeeze an amount of conditioner in my palm and rub it in her hair; I massage it from root to tip. I let it stand for two minutes, but I lost in thought that I had been massaging my scalp for a little while; I shivered from coldness. I quickly turn on the shower and rinse my hair.

I am drying myself when I hear a knock. I stop and listen if it's in the room. But there's no more knock, so I continue to dry my hair and my body. I could hear another knock, but this time with a threatening voice from the heartless man. 

"Dinner's ready. Come down now and eat if you don't want me to open this door and drag you down to eat," she heard him saying from outside the bedroom door. 

The nerve of him threatening me.

"Damn you, Mr. Heartless. Wait 'til I'm finished," I said to myself. 

I made a rule that I would never talk to him. I will shut my mouth while I'm in this house. I will take my time. I will not rush because he said so. No way.

I'm burning in rage. 'Control Shiloh,' I said to myself. I opened the bathroom door and took the clothes I had prepared on the bed and walked back to the bathroom. I dropped the towel on the counter and put on my undergarments and the new set of clean clothes. I put my wet hair into a messy bun and took a band from the rack inside the shower.

After I was done, I walked to the bedroom door to open it. I saw him standing there with his hands in his pockets. I walked past him, like I was seeing no one. How dare he threaten me? He already captured me defenseless; he still has the nerve to threaten me?

When I reached the dining room, I just stood there. I heard him say, 'Sit,' and I sat down like a robot. Followed by 'Eat,' what am I? a dog to order me like that? But I never said anything. The food on my plate is too much for me; I can only take the potato and beans.

When I'm done eating, he asks. 

"You don't like meat?"

I only nodded no. 

He forked it from my plate and put it in his.

He asked again, 

"Wine?"

I nodded, then stood up, leaving the dining. I can't stay there any longer.

I march to the staircase and go up to the bedroom. I closed the door and sat on the bed. I remember the towel and other things in the bathroom, so I stand up and take care of the things. I hang the towel on the towel rack, and then I take out the toiletries and rinse them. I lined them up on the sink counter. I take out my toothbrush and toothpaste. I brush my teeth. After applying a moisturizer to my face, hands, and legs, I come out of the bathroom.

I take out my hair dryer from my suitcase and go back to the bathroom, finding where I can plug in the hair dryer. When I found it inside the small cabinet for the first aid kit. I plug in and dry my hair. After I'm done, she combs it until smooth and then climbs into bed. I'm about to lie down when I remembered that the pillow has been soaked in my tears and runny nose. 'Ew'

I take out the pillowcase and find some extra pillowcases in the cabinets. I found one, but it doesn't match. Doesn't matter. I'm his captive and I have no choice. I put on the new pillowcase, switched off the light, and slept. I needed energy. I don't know what will be going on the next day.