Shattered Affection (#1 of Shattered Series)

28- I thought you were a goner

James

As I organise my notes over and over again, I can't help but think what could have happened last night.

I have been stuck in the chamber rooms for five hours now, filing and rewriting every report summary dating back from six years ago. Seventy pages, front and back, filled with meaningless words that I must write in my own hand writing, which is starting to becoming careless and scrawled.

My mind has been spinning from yesterday's encounters and even though writing these documents isn't something I'd like to do, it has been great for distracting me.
I've only been focussing on my fast motion of the ink pen to not even think about anything else. Not even the wet photo shoot, not even Odessa, and especially not last night with Xavier.

As I change from pen to pen, showing off my colour co-ordination skills, I have to stop and let my hand breath as it starts to cramp.
I know I am obeying my duties as future king but I don't think rewriting what goes on in the chamber room will drastically shape the universe.
I feel Father is only forcing me to do this just so he can say I'm doing something, even if it is pure nonsense.

I lean back against my wooden chair stretching out my arms as I stare down at my watch. It reads 2:57 pm. I groan as I slouch forward, preparing another typed out document. 

"April 27th 3725" I murmur to myself choosing a red pen to write the date. The large spacious blue room brings a soft breeze from the open windows. Outside the sky is a deep blue with rippling clouds. Just staring outside I yearn to just walk and get some fresh air into my lungs.

My hand is quite sore from the tight grip of the pen, often cramping after writing thirty five back to front pages. If only I could stop for a moment.

I contemplate staring down at the pile of documents. I'm halfway there.
I should have a little treat I reassure myself as my brain starts to worry about the consequence. I should take a leaf out of Odessa's book and just chance it. What harm would there be in leaving this room for five minutes?

Before I change my mind, I jump from my chair, my left leg tingling with pins and needles.

When I make my way out of the room, I allow my left leg to drag behind as I edge the corner towards the stairs. It takes a second to actually get down but once I manage to get to my bedroom door, I can't help but think what if someone notices I'm gone?

I try and brush it off but the though still forms in the back in my head. Maybe the fresh air might help my swelled head for our worries.

Lately I've been worrying about everything, even the minor details such as if my tea doesn't have the right amount of milk or what would happen if I changed my pillow. My head is taking control of every single action I do and I wish it could stop. It is only minor worries, nothing too big.

As I take a hefty breath swinging open my bedroom door, what I see is not what I expected at all.
As soon as I glance towards her sitting on my bed she can only stare, blinking and grasping what is happening.

I can't even close the door, she rushes over and topless me over, making me fall to the ground.

"James?" she asks breathless, unsure of how to react. I can only let out a brief sound before she pulls me in closer. "I'm so glad to see you" she whispers as I embrace the warmth of her arms around me.
"What are you on about Odessa?" I am taken aback by her quizzical thinking. "What do you mean?"

"I thought they took you, I thought you were a goner"

"What do you mean" I now get up allowing my elbows to rest as I slouch forward. I try to picture the scenario but nothing pops into my dazed mind.