Chapter six
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So you’ve probably heard of this thing by now. It’s called life. And it’s hard. Even when it looks easy, it’s hard. That’s pretty much everybody’s situation, and it was mine, too.
My life has no meaning. All I do now is eat, sleep and have little chats with Agnes when she comes to keep my daily meals or when she comes back to take it away when I am done.
My favorite thing to do now is watching the birds from outside my room.. they kind of give me hope that one day I would be just like them, I would have the freedom to move and go anywhere I want.
Thankfully, Agnes got me some books to read to while away time. She said they are from the library in the castle. I had her get me a pencil and a paper too...
I love reading and drawing. The memories came flooding back, a smile appeared on my face as I recalled the day my father bought me my new set of drawing materials. He always says I’ll grow up to be a mind blowing artist and my mother, she wants me to be like her, a chef but honestly I find cooking boring. I rather just eat than have to cook it.
My thoughts wondered to the Alpha, I don’t know why I have him on my mind often. Probably because I haven’t seen him, ever since our little incidence a month ago.
Perhaps he doesn’t remember he has a girl locked up...
I jumped as I heard the door flew open.
“You!” The Alpha yelled as he stomped into the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
My eyes went wide as he spoke. He has never called me that before. He would always refer to me as mine or angel, like the other day when I found him standing in front of the bathroom.
His footsteps echoed through the room as he stormed towards the bed I was seated on.
His body was tense as his eyes searched the room.
I shrunk back as soon as his eyes met with mine, holding the pillow closer as of it would protect me from anything that’s about to happen to me right now.
“Y-Yes...” I answered him.
I could tell that he was mad, it was written all over his face. That and a bit of annoyance.
Could he be still mad at me?
He sat down on the stool near the bed.
“Come here.” He commanded, his blue eyes trapping mine.
A new kind of fear rushed through my whole body as I froze in place for a second. I tried mentally prepare myself for what he would do to me.
I followed his orders, slowly pushing myself off the mattress and taking quick steps towards him on the stool.
He held a slight glare as he watched my movements like he was waiting for me to do something wrong.
He continued his stare as I stood in front of him.
A squeal escaped me when I felt his hands on my waist before I found myself sitting on his lap.
His grip was tight even though he was only holding me for a second.
A list of possible outcomes of what would happen to me flew through my head as I sat back against his hard chest. Even whe. Sitting he still towered over me.
Alpha grumbled lowly to himself. He hunched down so that his head sat near my shoulder, dangerously close to my neck.
I couldn’t move away. I swallowed the sudden lump in my throat, clenching my hands into fists in an act to stop myself from shaking.
My mouth was too dry to say anything. what would I even say.
I flinched back as he began shuffling through the books on the bed. He would pick up a certain book and place it back after giving it an ounce over.
My stomach turned when he paused on a specific book, he opened up a certain page
“What is this?” He asked, sitting up straight as he dragged the paper out from between the pages.
His voice was oddly calmer, yet it was still evident that he was angry.
I tensed as he lifted the paper up, showing the large sketch of a butterfly.
He peered his head down for an answer.
I was a bit surprised to see that Alpha was actually admiring it.
“You drew this?” He asked.
His voice had calmed down.
I nodded slowly.
His eyes trailed down to each of the wings, “Where did you learn how to draw like this?”
My eyes widened at his sudden interest.
“I uhmm...” I cleared my throat, placing my hands on my laps, “I wanted to be an artist so I have been drawing for a while,” I admitted quietly.
He shifted his eyes from the paper, looking at me questioningly, “You? An artist?”
I only nodded.
Alpha dropped the subject, focusing back on the drawing.
It was odd having someone interested in my work, especially him.
I’ve been out of practice ever since I got uhmm.. here, so that’s why it’s a bit rough.
“I shuttered looking down nervously."
Again he looked down at me. “You think this is rough?” He asked. He obviously disagreed with me.
I involuntarily shrunk back a bit.
For most people’s standards, no, but I know that I have set my own standards when it comes to drawing pretty high.
I know that with all of those un-even lines and certain edges that I still need to smoothen out. I had never felt confident enough that my drawing can be put up on someone’s wall. I thought to myself.
“A little.” I replied, not wanting to totally disagree with him.
He hummed a bit as he sat the paper back onto the bed, staring down at it.
“How so?” He asked.
My eyes went wide for a moment.
“Well, Uhmm...” I carefully scooted so that I could reach the paper, I pointed out to the main part of the butterfly, tracing my finger around it, “This part needs to be a bit smoother. And...”
I pointed to the center of the wing, “ I would like this to be a bit bigger.”
I drew my hand back, leaning back ever so slightly.
“Plus I need to add some shading.” I finished.
Alpha’s eyes narrowed as he lifted up the paper.
“Do you plan on doing that?” He asked.
I glanced up at him, switching between the paper and him.
“Yes.” I said.
I jumped a bit as Alpha set the paper in my laps.
“Do it then.” He stated.
I eyed him questioningly.
He was ordering me.. to draw?
"N-now?" I asked, grabbing the paper and pencil.
He nodded before lifting me up from under my arms and placing me on the bed.
“It’ll give you something to do as I come back up here.”
He soon vacated the room.
He was so angry just a minute ago.
I sighed silently as I sat in the bed setting the pencil and paper on it.
At least I got away unscathed.
- Writer
