Chapter 8
1213 Words
Third person narrative
Ethan took his father's word literally and remained by Fiona's side throughout that day till the next morning. Even though it was reluctantly, he didn't want to disobey his father, plus he felt bad for not helping Fiona.
He would straighten the blanket over her, wipe her sweat, protect her face from the sun and so many other slightly unnecessary things.
He left her room after a while to get water to drink, and just then Fiona woke up. She groaned as she held herself on one arm. It seemed she had not only sprained one of her ankles but also kind of dislocated her elbow.
She hurt all over.
Flashes of how she fell down the stairs started to replay in her head, and she sighed and shook it off. She didn't even get to submit the assignment she had worked so hard on and fell down the stairs for.
She helped herself out of bed and walked to the mirror to look herself over. She had bandages here and there and a side of her face had turned black and purple and was swollen.
Fiona sighed, looking down. She couldn't blame anyone, cause it wasn't like anyone pushed her.
She felt dirty, so she decided to at least clean herself as best she could, so she started to take off her clothes. She had taken off her dress, leaving her in her singlet and shorts when the door was pushed open.
She expected it to be Olivia because no one else would walk into her room like that, so she didn't turn back, but when she didn't hear any other sound, she turned back to see Ethan, not Olivia.
Fiona screamed as she tried to cover herself with her hands as best she could, but it wasn't doing anything. Ethan burst out laughing at her antics.
“What the hell are you laughing at? Leave!” Fiona shouted.
“And why would I do that?” Ethan asked, raising an eyebrow and waiting for an answer.
“Because I'm undressing,” she replied, picking up her dress and covering herself with it.
“You make it seem like I would be interested in looking at a body like yours,” Ethan said as he sat in a chair. “If that's what you're worried about, I assure you, you have absolutely nothing to worry about,”
Fiona glared at him, her heart beating fast from how angry she was. Not only had he left her to fend for herself after falling down the stairs, he dared to insult her.
“What are you even doing here?” She asked him.
“Well, I've been asked to look after you and take care of all of your needs,” he replied and Fiona shook her head.
“You don't need to do that. If I need help, I'll ask the maids, worst case scenario, I'll ask Olivia, so you don't have to do this, so leave,”
“I'm sorry I can't do that. Dad, your mom and Olivia are out on pack business, and won't be back for a while. I was charged with the responsibility of not letting you out of my sight, and that is what I'm doing,” Ethan exaggerated what he was told, as he made himself comfortable in the chair.
“Okay, but you don't have to do this. I'm not handicapped. I can still make my way around, so leave,” Fiona said, hoping he would just listen to her and get the hell out of her room.
Ethan sighed and rolled his eyes.
“You haven't even apologized for not helping me out when you saw me injured,” accused Fiona.
Ethan sat up when he heard this. He looked at Fiona like she had grown a new pair of ears on top of her head.
“And why would I do that? Am I in any way obligated to help every person I see, even when it doesn't concern me in any way?” he asked, avoiding her eyes this time, because he knew she was right.
Silence fell between them, as Fiona didn't know what more to say. She was heartbroken. Only if he could just show her a little affection.
“Anyways, you're not getting rid of me. My father might be using this to test me, so I can't take any chances. Just go do whatever it is you want and be done with it,” he said and laid back in the chair, staring up at the ceiling.
“And stop covering your body, I told you no one, I repeat, no one would want to willingly look at it,” Ethan said with his eyes closed.
Fiona glared at him, tears threatening to leave her eyes. She didn't want him to see her crying, so she rushed into the bathroom.
Immediately he heard the bathroom door close, he opened his eyes. He wondered if he had been too harsh with his words, and when he heard sniffles coming from the bathroom, he knew he had been.
He sighed as he rubbed his hand on his face. He didn't want to be mean to her all the time, but he couldn't help it. It was almost second nature to him. He couldn't afford to like her. His mission was to make her life hell, but why does his heart hurt every time he hurt her?
After sitting there for a while, he decided to get her food, so she wouldn't have to wait if she was hungry, but also as a peace treaty.
He went down and asked the maids to quickly fix something, and he took it up. By the time he got there, Fiona had finished taking her bath and had worn light clothes.
She stood in front of the mirror, patting her hair dry with a towel.
When he entered, she stopped what she was doing and stared at him through the mirror, an angry thought running through her mind, Ethan could see her so he laughed.
He moved closer to her and looked at her through the mirror. Her skin was still cold, and her hair was wet making her look attractive to him.
His eyes scanned her figure in the mirror as he stood behind her, and Fiona stopped what she was doing as she was shocked. She never imagined Ethan would ever come so close to her.
And it was funny how the heat from his body almost felt soothing to her. She almost forgot to breathe.
He walked around her and stood in front of the mirror so he could look at her very well. He bent down to her face level before moving to her ear.
Fiona could feel Ethan's warm breaths on her skin and it sent shivers down her spine and goosebumps all over her body.
She couldn't comprehend the situation that was before her, even though she wanted to push him off, she sort of liked his closeness to her.
A tight knot tightened up in her belly and her throat suddenly felt dry.
She wanted to do something or say something but all she could do was wait and see where this led them
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