Beauty and the Beast

Silent Treatment

Chapter Eight - Silent Treatment

"EXCUSE ME?" I screeched. I cannot believe that's this asshole expects me to share a room or even breathe the same air as him.

"You heard me." His indifference just pissed me off more. I stood up off the floor and glared at him with such anger that his ancestors would cower back.

"I will not share a room with you. I would rather stay in the dungeon. I mean what kind if girl do you think I am? Do you think that after what you did to my father that I would just happily jump into bed with you? I haven't even down that with my last boyfriend and we were together for like two years! I suggest you get this through your thick skull: I will NOT stay jn the same room as the man who imprisoned my father and than imprisoned me." By the end of my little rant I had my finger pointed in his face and was one second away from slapping his face.

"It seems that you have forgotten that I am the one who has the power. I decide where you stay and I say you stay here. if you don't and try to run, I will go after our father and throw him right back in that jail cell." his tone was scarily calm but I could see his eyes burning with such anger that I knew he was serious.

I slowly withdrew from him. I can't let my father get hurt.

"Fine." My voice was empty. I could literally here how closed my voice was. He walked into the room and straight to the closet.

"I had some omeg- err uh, servants go into the city and get you clothes. you will put these on and I will come back in five minutes and we will have dinner."

He laid out a pair of dark skinny jeans and a cute red button down shirt and some black flats. I was was pressed against the wall with my arms crossed as if I was trying to protect myself form this monster. he looked up with sadness in his eyes. He then walked out of the door with a sigh.

I really need to figure out his name... I walked to the bed and actually looked around the room while I stripped. The walls were a dark blue, the door was cherry wood along with all of the other furniture along with the humongous bed. the sheet were white with dark blue stitching. Looks like someone has good taste.

My blood was still boiling from earlier. the last time This happened I ignored my father for weeks after he yelled at me for something I didn't do. I guess the nameless man is going to get the same treatment.

Just like he said, a few minutes later he came back. with a soft knock he opened the door.

"Dinner is ready."

Silently, I followed him out the room. I made note of the way from his bedroom to the dining room. I will escape someway, somehow. Once we were in the living room, i was stunned. How much food did he eat? God damn. On the table ws literally a buffet. There was different pastas, chicken cooked in different ways, fruits, salads, adn some that i didnt know the name to.

"I didnt know what you like, so I had them cook almost everything."

I walked foward and grabbed my plate from the seat next to his, filled it with whatver I pleased and sat on the opposite end of the table.

He took his seat and started to scarf his food down like he hadn't been fed in weeks. I took his example and did the same. Wow, I didn't realize how hungry I was.

Eventually, he stopped to get a drink and I guess he wanted to talk. Sucks.

"So... What was your childhood like?"

I had already finished and now I was just staring at the table, giving him all that I could without endangering my father.

"How old are you?"

"Do you have siblings?"

"Do you like to read?"

As his questions progressed, he got angrier and angrier.

"Are you fucking deaf?" he finally yelled, slamming his fist and standing up so fast his chair tipped over.

"What the hell do you want me I say?! Do you want me to fucking explain my life story? I only share that with people who I trust. I don't have anything to say to you that won't get my father thrown back in here! He always said 'If you don't have anything nice to say than don't say anything at all'. And that's exactly what I'm doing."

I hadn't realized but as my little speech went on I rose out of my chair and raised my voice until I was practically screaming.

I raised my eyes to his and watched as he slowly lowered back into his chair. he didn't say anything and neither did I. it feels like hours but I know that it's only been thirty minutes that we've been having our stare down.

"I'm sorry." I could see the sincerity in his eyes and I knew that he meant it.