05

Lily's POV

"Can you move away from me?" Derek asked. He was angry, his jaws clenched as he pushed me away from him. His shirt was moist with my tears at the spot where I'd held him.

I don't know why I do that because I don't normally do that. I hated being in close proximity with people. 

"Sorry, sorry about that, I don't want to, I didn't know.. I don't really," I stuttered, too scared to process what I wanted to say. 

"Can you just shut up for five seconds?" He yelled. I shivered at the intensity of his words. 

"Sorry," 

"Stop saying sorry, I don't want to hear that motherfucking word from your mouth," He groaned and walked away from me.

It took me a minute to settle down and control my emotions but still, few tears leaked out of my face. I felt strangulated, tired and weak. 

I watched as Derek walked out of the kitchen with a cup of water and a bottle of water, he poured water into the cup and drank from it before dropping both the cup and bottle on the table. 

"What happened?" Derek asked. "What happened to the lights? I don't remember putting them out before I left," he asked.

I shook my head not ready to talk about it. If I explained what had happened, he would probably call me crazy. It was complicated, too complicated to talk about. 

"Now, she's deaf and she can't speak," He spat angrily.

As he walked away to his room, he removed his shirt on the way, showing me his naked back. 

"Fuck!" He spat as he walked away.

Mrs. Miller had already told me to use the room next to Derek's room. I'd made sure to clean the room up after he left angrily this afternoon. It wasn't dirty but I needed to fix a few things. 

I walked into the room, closed the door behind me. I rummaged through my boxes to find my small flashlight before I switched off the light and laid on the bed, before ten minutes, I passed out as a light.

The next morning, I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth before leaving the room. It was a Sunday morning and I still can't believe I slept so well during the night. As I stepped out of the room, I could see Derek entering his room, he was shirtless as always but sweaty.

I don't think he saw me. 

"When are you leaving?" He suddenly asked, opening his door wide. I guess I spoke too soon, he saw me.

"Mrs. Miller didn't mention that to me," I responded.

"Leave my mom out of this. When do you want to leave?" He asked, trying to reason with me. I'm not stupid.

"Would you care for breakfast? I could cook something for us," I changed the topic.

He glared at me before walking into his room and shutting his door angrily making me jump at a spot.

I walked into the kitchen to actually and really prepare something for the first time in my life. I stared at the gas cooker for minutes. When I realized how hopeless I was, I picked up my phone to try and browse it out.

The phone suddenly rang. It was Mrs. Miller.

"Good morning, my beautiful Lily," Mrs. Miller sang.

"Good morning Mrs. Miller," I replied with a smile. She always knew how to make me happy and I was glad I met her.

"How was your first night?" She asked.

"It was okay," 

"Are you sure about that? Derek didn't do anything to hurt you," 

"I thought you said he wouldn't hurt me," 

"I'm just making sure honey. I'll come see you by tomorrow and if you need anything before then, just let me know," 

"Can you please tell Derek to change the lights?" 

There was silence. "Ooh, I'm so sorry Lily, I forgot. I'll mention it to him. You should take care, alright?" 

"You too, Mrs. Miller," 

The call ended. I dropped the phone and walked back into the kitchen. I picked up an apple and a fruit juice from the fridge settling in that as my breakfast. I sat and began eating.

Derek walked downstairs and removed water from his fridge. He stood in front of me and stared me down. I knew what he was doing, he was trying to intimidate me into leaving and it was working.

He looked like he was going to kill me or sell me off to a vampire. 

"I don't like you," he stated. "You're not my type," 

"If by type, do you mean the ones Mrs Miller told me you love?" 

He snickered.

"I knew you've been pretending, so you have a smart mouth. That makes me hate you more," 

Hate! I've heard that word more than a hundred times during my lifetime and I'm not supposed to be bothered but the way he said it was horrible. 

"But Mrs. Miller wanted me here," 

At that minute, his phone rang.

"Speak of the devil," he mumbled under his breath.

"WHAT?" he yelled at the person on the other end of the line.

After a few seconds, he said, "So you want me to actually change the lights in my home because of a stranger," he yelled.

The person must have said something because he paused. "I don't give a fuck. It's none of my business. If she's uncomfortable with it, take her away from my house," he screamed again.

"Do I look like I care? How's that any of my business? I didn't ask you to bring her to my house. Don't you dare mom? Don't you fucking dare send Arianna to my house because ive been plotting her death all night, don't make me do it?" He threatened while yelling at the top of his voice.

I smiled sadly when I realized Mrs. Miller might have told him my secret. 

.I gasped when he suddenly threw his phone against the wall, yelling in the process. He was like a wild animal at loose. 

He turned to look at me and I shivered at the intensity of his glare. His eyes spoke more words than his mouth did. He hated my guts and he wanted to get rid of me but before then…

"You owe me an additional 4$ Mr. Miller" 

I informed him.

"What the fuck?" He asked, his back straightening.

"Eight dollars in total, you've used the f word four times now," 

His mouth dropped open, his forehead creased, he clicked his tongue. "You're fucking crazy,"