Forever

Chapter 3

Y/N's POV

I walk into my room and pick out some simple clothes, navy tapered pants with a black tunic shirt.

I then walk out of my room and into the bathroom. I make sure to lock the door on my in. I take a warm shower (after removing my clothes) and I changed into my new set of clothes.

As I opened the door, I smelt something cooking. I walk to the kitchen to the find the boy placing a piece of meat on a plate.

He noticed me and stopped what he had been doing. "I thought I could cook the meat for you." he spoke, looking at the meat.

I smiled, walking to a chair and sitting down. "Well, that is sweet of you to do. I should probably taste this before giving it to them." I spoke. I take a plate, along with a fork and knife. I cut out a piece and taste it.

I freeze.

It tastes like total crap.

I fight the urge to spit it out and swallow it. The boy is expectant, waiting for an answer. I stop the tears from forming when I take another piece of meat and eat it. "It's... fine." I smiled, trying to hide my grimace.

"Let me taste it." The boy spoke, grabbing a knife. I stood up. "No, no, no, no!" I stopped him.

He looked at me, his inky eyes filled with confusion. I cleared my throat, trying to think of something.

This was supposed to be for the children, but I can't give them crappy food, but I also can't tell this boy his food tastes bad.

"I mean, why not get something else for the children..." I suggest, pushing the plate away from me. "Plus... I could always just eat them all."

Why the hell did I just say that!! I've come in too far, I have to continue.

I made a quick prayer (giving me hope to survive the food) and started eating.

It was absolutely horrendous.

By my 3rd meat, I felt a wave of nausea. "Nope, nope, nope!!" I yelled, running to my bathroom. Once there, I higher the toilet seat and vomit.

I could feel the boy behind me. Once all of whatever I ate exited my system, I flushed the toilet and leaned onto the wall.

I looked at the boy. "No mean to offend, but you really need to work on your food. I can't give that meat to the kids." I commented. I walked to my sink and rinsed my mouth, taking out the foul remainders of his food.

I look up to see the boy smirk. "I have gotten comments such as that." he spoke.

I grabbed his collar and brought his face close to mine. "You mean to tell me that you knew how horrible your cooking was and didn't care to tell me?!" I asked, glaring. The boy kept his smirk, "Exactly."

I punched him.

"That is out of the line, are you trying to kill me!?" I yelled and for a hot second forgot he was wounded.

I realized what I had done and gasped, letting go of his collar. "Oh shit! My apologies." I spoke, assessing his face for any injuries. The boy raised a brow, rubbing his cheek slightly.

"That hurt." the boy muttered. He was more surprised than pained. "My apologies. I'll go fetch an ice pack immediately." I spoke, attempting to run out of the bathroom.

Before I could, the boy had grabbed my elbow. "No need for that. I'm just shocked that you had actually hurt me." the boy spoke. I smirked. "Yeah, well I have been doing some training for this Holy War." I came up with a lie.