For the past few hours, I've been doing the normal orders and things I have to do. Sir and the rest of the leaders apparently left for some "official pack business" which I knew was them all having a pack vacation and I'm basically the only one that doesn't go. I'm used to it though and I'd prefer not to go. I get to have some time to myself.

But if Sir notices anything wrong while he's gone, he's make sure to teach me my "lesson."

And he says he's the best leader this pack has ever had.

I don't really care what they're doing but it saves me the constant harassment I get. You would think that I'd sneak some food during this time period and I've tried that before. Sir ended up finding out which did not end well and he installed cameras in the kitchen to make sure that I wouldn't do it again. It's hard being able to not eat. Especially with the amount of things I do around this mansion of a pack house— I have no energy for it.

For the whole day I just kept thinking about what Adrian said to me. I was in my room, looking at myself in my mirror taking every detail of myself in.

"Cute."

"Beautiful."

Adrian told me that's what I was. It was something so different then the usual "ugly" and "too skinny" and "she'll never be good enough for anyone." So how come when one person ,that's a prisoner especially, have such a big impact on me. It shouldn't matter that much. Right?

Those words came out of no where and I couldn't stop thinking about them. Not even really that but just the way he said them. And it looked like he really meant it. I cant explain the way it's making me feel. I just know that I've never felt this way about anything before and it was such a positive feeling— very different from anything I've felt while being here.

Stop thinking about it Kayla. Over thinking doesn't turn out well.

I've started to learn to listen to my head more than my heart cause my heart will lead me to more trouble. But sometimes listening to the head can have just as much as an effect. And vice versa. Listening to the heart involves my feelings, and no one cares about my feelings. That's how it's always been and it's what I'm used too.

I was sitting in my makeshift bed, staring at the ceiling. I had to lit candles next to me and had the thin blanket pulled up to mid-waist. Thoughts of Adrian were still on my mind. For the first time in what feels like forever, someone was being nice to me. And maybe that's the reason why I'm feeling the way I am. That has to be the only explanation.

He could be putting on a show.. like the rest of the guys here. They were all nice at first too and my feelings got in the way and they kept saying that maybe for once, someone will treat me like I'm worth something. I'm still hoping for that day to happen.

Overstepping my boundaries now seems like a waste of time. I'll just do the one job that I was given and that's just to give the prisoner his food.

Turning to each slide, I blew out the candles and pulled the blanket all the way up to my chin. I snuggled up and brought my knees closer to my stomach and got into my usual sleeping position— going to sleep with my plan for tomorrow.

No feelings, no tingly sensations, no conversation.

No nothing.

•••••••

I woke up the next day a bit later than usual. This was probably the only benefit of Sir being out on "pack business". It was the only time he wasn't watching me and making sure I was doing my chores.

I got to sleep in and with everyone being out of the house, it was easier to do what I had to do.

I put on another shirt with holes and some sweatpants that were oversized and made my way down to the kitchen. My usual frizzy kinky curly hair falling into my face.

It was a relief that I didn't have to make breakfast and worry about if I didn't do anything wrong. But most importantly, I don't have to look at all the food I couldn't have and make it for someone else. People saying they were full and when I sometimes go two weeks without eating one thing. I'm only allowed a few scraps of whats leftover from what I make after everyone gets their first and seconds and that's only like twice a month.

I went to the cupboard that holds the variety canned foods made for the prisoners and pick a random one. I get another paper cup and fill it with water and set it on top of the tray next to what looks like soggy-mushy rice and a few chunks of meat I believe is supposed to be chicken?

Good ole prisoner food.

I was already in the prison ward hallway telling myself what my plan was over and over again. No conversation just give him his food and leave. I cant keep dedicating my time to thinking about him all the time.

I opened the door to the cells and I could instantly hear him start moving to the bars.

Was he waiting for me?

I turned the corner to face his cell and Adrian was already looking up. He was looking directly into my eyes with so much anticipation and longing. His stupid eyes. They're so beautiful I couldn't help but to stare back into them. But of course, I was the one to break eye contact first.

I crouched down to slide the food under the bars.

"Kayla."

I froze. His voice. Oh god his voice.

No stick to the plan Kayla what are you doing ?!

I could tell he was staring at me again and with my plan that so gracefully decided to make an appearance in my mind, I backed up away from the bars quickly and was about to make my way out.

"Gone so soon?" he asked, " I thought we could talk a little more than we did yesterday. It gets a little lonely down here."

Again he spoke with such smoothness and raspiness but it was soft at the same time. The sound of his voice was effecting me more than it should.

"I have things to do," I quietly said.

"Im sure they can wait." He was very much trying to convince me. And it was working.

I turned my head around to face him "There's not much for us to talk about I barely know you."

"Isn't that the point love? Talking to someone more make you get to know them better." Adrian picked up a forkful of the chicken and rice and slowly chewed it. He ran his hand through his hair to sweep the few tendrils of hair that fell in his eyes.

How could someone be so good looking?

I didn't say anything back. I just stood there with my hands holding each other in front of me and looking at the floor. I always seem to get shy in front of him.

So much for my plan.

I started to think about what he just said to me. Love. He's said that three times to me.

"Why do you call me that?" That was bold Kayla.

Adrian had a smirk on his face. He knew what I was talking about. "Call you what?" He was smug. He ran another hand through his hair. So handsome.

Shy Kayla came back! Shy Kayla came back !

I looked down again at my withered away socks.

"Um, you called me love. I-I,"

Bold Kayla is just out the window now I guess.

"Do you even know what love is? You can't just use that word like it's nothing," I finally got out.

"I know." He smiled at me. I blushed. It seems like this is going to be the new routine because every time he seems to look at me different I'll blush.

"But then-" I didnt get to finish.

"What's on your neck?" He questioned. Adrian was staring at my neck intently and his eyes were starting to get darker.

Like he was angry.

I looked down at my neck and realized it was the bruises from when Sir grabbed my neck when I accidentally left eggshells in his eggs yesterday.

"O-oh. Well it's noth-"

"Did someone do this to you?" Now it seemed like he was furious. He completely was ignoring his food and he stood up, trying to get a better look at me. I backed up further away from the bars. I was starting to get scared. Angry men was never a good sign. The way he was speaking was even scarier. His voice was rough now. I've never seen someone grip something so hard before as much as he was gripping the bars. What if he can break them? He's high power I'm sure he's capable. They haven't been here to give him whatever made him weak before. He could get out and beat me. Oh my god. Oh my god.

I was starting to breathe heavily. I need to leave. I need to leave.

"I have to go." I don't even know if he could hear me I was so quiet. Looking up at him wasn't even an option.

When I was getting ready to walk away and head to the prison ward hallway, the door to the cells opened.

Oh no. They were back early.

"KAYLA?!"

Another angry man. Today wasn't a day to myself. Definitely.

Sir walked through the door and he had that same sadistic smile on his face.

"Your chores aren't all finished now are they?" He has a sick gleam in his eye. My eyes starting tearing up. My body started to fill with so much panic.

His office I forgot to clean his office.

Tears went down my face.

Sir sped walked to me. He grabbed my arm— dragging me. Distantly I could hear growling from the cell.

"Guess someone doesn't like to be obedient when they are given directions."

I was going to be punished.

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