He leaned forward and whispered, "Why? Don't you remember?" It all came back to me. The nightmare. As I ran, my breath always came out with one word: Albin. My surprise must have been apparent on my face, because he leaned back and laughed. Affronted, I rose to my feet unsteadily. My voice cracked embarrassingly as I said rather loudly, "That's nothing to laugh about!" I cut myself off because there was nothing I could say without sounding absolutely insane. I was out of my depth, out of my league, in unknown waters. This was all so dreamlike, I wanted to slap myself out of it. Yet, it held the gritty reality that Hope's death had also carried. He tilted his head and said, "I meant no offense, Ashlyn. I-" "Don't call me that." "Don't interrupt. That's rude." His tone quickly changed from gentle and mirthful to rebuking and coarse. "You are to show a bit more decorum from now on. I've been more than kind, and you behave as though I was an enemy." I have always been a tad bit... rebellious. Never was there a time where I took such condescending talk this well. And I didn't then. I practically exploded. "As I very well have the right to," I yelled, my hands curling into fists at my sides, "I was asleep in my own home and I wake up here! Tell me that isn't kidnapping! I can be as coarse as I like since I have no idea at all what's going on. Nobody here has seen fit to enlighten me, so I have to assume the worst so that nothing else will surpri-" A resounding slap echoed through the room despite the crackling from the fire. My cheek stung, but not as much as my pride. I'd angered him enough to make him stand. His face revealed nothing, but his... his... aura echoed of anger.
||Have get off for now. Finish later?||
TempestuousSeas · Wed Jul 11, 2007 @ 03:05am · 0 Comments |