Kill Or Be Killed

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Celestina's POV

King Zen left already and I unpack my things in the room that the maid told me mine. Hesitantly, I hang some of my clothes in the closet. And I do not know if I should hang all of my clothes because the last last time I did, King Zen had a sudden change of mind to transfer me here. And I am worried that he might do the same thing here. Few days from now, he might has a sudden change of mind again then transfer me to another mansion.

Even though his reason why he transferred me here is that, this is near in my university. But I sure as hell that this is not his only mansion that is near in my university, so there is really a big possibility that my transfer here is still not final. Maybe still depend on his mood.

I only unpack things I always use. I go to the bathroom to have a half bath. After taking a bath, I brush my teeth. And as I watch myself in the sink mirror, a realization of what the hell is happening to my life hits me. I suddenly question God for everything that is happening to me.

I am pretty sure that this not a normal scenario. Why would King Zen will be interested in my life? He could simply make my father suffer with taking me if he only wants him to be punished. Not that I want my dad to suffer. But that is the less hassle way to make my dad suffer.

Even though I think that this is better than making my dad suffer, I still could not stop myself from thinking of what is my purpose here. He does not even maltreating me or enslaving me. Most of the things he does was in favor of me.

I spit the foam from my mouth then wipe my lips with a tissue before going back to my bedroom. I sit on my bed and look around the whole room. This is not something to sleep in of someone indebted with the most powerful creature in the earth. I sigh because I am still thinking for my purpose in here.

"Miss Celestina," a woman's voice coming from the door pulled me out from my deep thoughts. Her calls were followed by a swift knock. When I did not answer yet, I heard her tried to twist the doorknob but she was not able to open it and I remember I locked it because I did not want anyone to disturb me.

So I stand to my feet to open the door for her. I have seen few people here but I do not know if the one knocking was one of those I have seen. And the only thing to find out is to open the door.

And when I open the door, a middle-aged woman appears. I examine her features to know what kind of creature she is. But I notice that her skin color is not pale. She has a normal complexion like us, human being. And I am pretty sure that she is a human.

"You need something?" I asked her, does not know how to address her.

"I just wanted to ask, what do you want for dinner?" she asks and I smile. I look at my wrist watch and it is almost six o'clock.

"Any food—a human's food," I answered her as if she gets what I meant.

"Sure thing, Miss Celestina. Do you have more request?" she asks again so I shook my head. I do not much have more appetite to it so I do not think I will not be able to finish it all.

*That's all, Miss," I said.

"You can request for more, Miss Celestina. We will—" the woman was nog able to finish her words because of the shock she feels when I push him on the shoulder. But it is not just her who was shocked. I am more shock than she is.

I look at my hand that I used to push him. I did not know what happened, but pushing him was not my intention. But I do not know why I did that. I was all smiling to him, yet I end up pushing her. But it is feels like I lost my control in my body because even me was so shocked with my action.

"I-I'm sorry, Miss Celestina," the woman tells me but I do not think that she is the one who should be sorry here. I was the one who pushed and that was happened out of my control.

"No, I am sorry," I said but the shock in her face did not even lessen. So I just told her to go already because I am afraid that it might happen again.

When the maid left already, I unconsciously walk back to my bed with the thought of what happened to me. I do not get it, but I am pretty sure that for that short period of time, I lost the control in my body.

I sit on the edge of my bed and stare at my hands. They are both shaking and I start to feel something within it. But now, I did not feel anything wrong here, unlike what I felt a while ago.

"What happened to you?" I literally talked to my hands as if I can get any answer. Because of what happened, I was not able to think straight. So I better off lay down in my bed to have some rest. Yea, that is what I think. I was just tired, and that is the reason why I did that.

But I do not know how would I face that woman. I do not want her to think that I am a bad girl. But I do not know how should I explain to her that what I just did to her—pushing her was out of my control. Would she believe in me? I don't think so.