Outcast

Chapter V

"He's been having her spend a lot of time in his office with him." Hellen overheard a female whisper. She glanced her way. It wasn't Amanda but she was standing around the group of three wen who were whispering. Well, they weren't even whispering at this point now that they knew she was listening.

"I heard that Thomas has taken a liking to her because she reminds him of Annalee." Hellen arched a brow. Who was Annalee? And why did she remind him of her? Hellen didn't know, but the conversation stopped when a hand landed on her shoulder. She jumped and turned to see David.

"Everything alright?" He questioned. She nodded quickly as his hand dropped from her shoulder. He had Hellen move ahead of him, not allowing her to see the look he gave to the foot soldiers, before following after her.

"You've been here almost three months." David stated as they walked around the halls. She looked at him confused.

"Has it been that long?"

"It has." He informed. She glanced at him from over her shoulder until she slowed down just enough to fall in line with him.

"David, who is -- "

"Hellen." He cut her off already knowing the question. Hellen looked to David. She didn't know if she was suppose to have asked, but now she had and it was open in the air.

The two walked in silence for a moment until David spoke up again.

"She was my mother."

"Your mother?"

"Yes." Hellen frowned. Her brain instantly asking so many questions. Was the reason why David saved her was because she looked or reminded him of his mother? She wouldn't put it past him if he had done it.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean -- "

"It's fine. Just don't mention it to my father." He said quickening his pace. Hellen sighed deeply. She knew she hit a nerve. David was always quick to cut the conversation when it came to something that upset him. She kept quiet the rest of the way.

Hellen inhaled deeply. It had been three days since she had been made to hold Thomas's cane. Three days since her arms started to feel like jello. Hellen watched Thomas sitting there behind his desk reading. That was something he did often. She noticed that if he was writing down stuff he was reading.

Hellen's arms were shaking. They had been for the last minute or so. She stood there thinking as to what good this would do her? What good was Thomas trying to accomplish by making her stand there quiet and holding his cane?

"My arms hurt." She final spoke up. Thomas didn't even spare her a glance and instead turned his page. Hellen inhaled deeply. He was ignoring her now?

"Thomas?" She called out his name. He ignored her still. Her arms ached as she stood there trembling. She became annoyed. Why? Why was he doing this to her? The ideal of putting her arms down crossed her mind for a split second and then.

"Don't lower your arms. Keep them straight." Her eyes widened. Had he just read her mind?

"And no, I don't read minds. That's not my specialty." Hellen narrowed her eyes. He flipped a page.

"My arms are in pain. What good is all of this anyway?" Hellen questioned watching as Thomas sighed in annoyance and shut his book with a loud thump. He placed it down onto his desk and gazed her way as he rose.

"What good is all of this?" He asked. Hellen watched as he walked around his desk and approached her. He walked so briskly and tall toward her. His age didn't show an ounce; whatever age that was.

He stopped before her. His gaze cast upon her. She looked up at him. She felt as if there was a heaviness over her chest. A heaviness that she couldn't escape by the sheer way he was looking at her.

"Discipline."

"Discipline?"

"Knowing how to follow orders without complaint." Hellen opened her mouth, but a finger fell upon her lips.

"Discipline can keep you alive in certain situations. Discipline can keep your comrades alive."

"You mean your son. Because he's with me all the time." Thomas fell silent. Then the cane was taken from her hands. She was startled at first by the action buy when Thomas turned his back to her she eased up. Hellen sighed her arms dropping to her sides. They hurt terribly.

"He's stubborn. He's going to try and protect you if something happens just like with Rebecca. I can't have that happen again." Hellen arched a brow. She didn't know what he meant by that or who that person was but she had a feeling that something terrible had happened. Thomas turned and looked at her, she noticed an odd look in his gaze.

"Go. You should rest since you're incapable of holding a simple cane." She closed her eyes and turned. He became cold again. Rarely was he like this but when it happened she knew to listen. David had warned her on her second day here that his father may have been old, but due to his abilities he could no doubt split her in half.

And that was something she didn't wish to ever find out.