“Oh…Well, don’t overthink things. I’m sure Master Hayden appreciates what you’ve done for him, he just doesn’t usually eat breakfast. That’s all…” Auntie said but I could tell that she wasn’t confident.
“You’re the one overthinking things. I didn’t make breakfast for him because I thought he would eat it, I just figured that he wouldn’t be up in the morning so if I made breakfast then I wouldn’t have to see him,” I stated quite bluntly.
When I turned to face Auntie, the sad and solemn look on her face made me regret my words immediately. Even if those words were an accurate reflection of what I was thinking and feeling, perhaps they were too harsh for Auntie to take. I knew that she wanted Hayden and I to get together and get married and so on. However, that was impossible.
“Miss Malissa…” Auntie whispered followed by a sigh.
“Good night, Auntie,” I said, not wishing to extend this conversation any further.
I went to my room and started to prepare some materials for my sketching and painting session with my grandmother tomorrow. Taking out some sketching paper and pencils, I started sketching some possible poses that might work considering that my grandmother will be on the hospital bed.
I was so absorbed in my work that I was able to kill a couple of hours in what felt like a blink of an eye. By the time, I stretched and looked up it was late into the evening. I put my art materials away and headed for the bathroom to take a nice and relaxing shower.
When I got out of the shower, I put on my pajamas and used the towel to dry my hair. I shook my long brown hair to check that it was damp before I reached for my hair dryer. Just before my hand reached the hairdryer, I heard a soft tap on my door and Auntie’s familiar voice calling my name politely.
“Miss Malissa…”
It’s late, I thought Auntie already went back to her room. Is there something she needed help with? It was unusual for her to knock on my bedroom door. I put down the hair dryer and got up, heading for the door.
“Hi, Auntie. Do you need me for something?” I asked with a smile as I opened my door to see her standing in front of it.
“Umm…actually…” Auntie said hesitantly as her eyes darted around.
“Move. Malissa, come out here,” a low voice said as a hand reached out and slowly shoved Auntie to the side, away from my door.
Hayden?!
“Hayden…” I whispered his name in shock.
What is Hayden doing here?
“Why are you just standing there? Didn’t you hear me?” Hayden barked at me.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, still in shock.
“To get you. Isn’t that obvious? Come out here now,” Hayden commanded.
I gasped, speechless as I felt his large hand grab my bare upper arm and pulling me through the doorway.
“What do you want?” I snapped.
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