Chapter 4

Waking up from slumber was very difficult for Helena. Opening her eyes to see the darkness which surrounded her. The darkness had displayed her life for the past years. A withering fairytale, Cinderella and her Prince charming only in this case it was of her, a ordinary individual whose blood caused nothing but problems.-

I've been working at the diner for the past two days. I still remember the first day I came here, the feeling of paranoia had crept up my spine because it felt as though I've been scrutinised beneath a microscope. The white blouse has still to be washed, ridding it from the coffee stain currently printed on it.

Placing the ordered sets of food on a tray I make my way to the back of the diner where a well sophisticated guy is seated. Placing the food down before him I'm stopped as his hand clasps my wrist. Looking into his hazel eyes I'm stunned by what greets me. Familiarity. I see it.

"Why don't you take a seat?" I'm questioned by his deep toned voice. A voice which would no doubt do wonders in singing lullaby's. Shaking my head I pick up the tray and begin to retreat but his grip on my hands tightens stopping me. "Sit!" One word ordered from his lips makes me do as he says sitting opposite him I place the tray on my lap, playing with my fingers while looking down.

Picking up his fork I see the outlining of a scar traced up his wrist barely hidden due to the light shining on his white button upped shirt. His black waistcoat wrapped snugged around him as his hair combed back shines from the gell been used to style it.

I'm unsure of what I should do as I sit uncomfortable facing him as he eats. "Don't you think you are to young to be working here," glancing at my name tag he points his fork towards me. "Reina?"

I rub my arms from the breeze that gently touched it. Looking around I stand up, tray tucked beneath my arm. "I have to go or else I'd get fired." Walking back to the kitchen I place the tray on the counter and begin collecting my belongings.

At eleven I've done what's been needed of me. Locking up the diner I place the key in my bag while the book I hold with delicate care. Walking over to my bicycle lonely abandoned in the dimly lit parking space. I place the book in the basket. Not a single sound can be heard getting on my bicycle I start peddling my way home.

The darkness of the night surrounding me and the only comfort I have. The wind blows against the trees causing a whooshing sound to be audible. As the town cars becomes increasingly few, I peddle down the long road where abandoned cottages and trees line.

Living far away from everything is bound to give off an abandoned feeling now and then. This was how I felt most of the time. I know that when I reach home I won't see my mother and this is mainly due to her messaging me early saying she won't be home for the next days to follow.

I was used to my daily lifestyle, though I had everything I needed and wanted I never had the one thing I truly desired. The love and affection from my mother, I didn't even get it from my father. Who could relate to this feeling? A feeling of a missing part to the puzzle which is my life.

No one. We are all our own individual's and though we comfort each other we'll never know the buried layers of pain we experience on a daily.

Upon reaching home. The lights from the kitchen illuminates the dimly lit front yard. Taking my bicycle to the shed I take out the book and the rest of my belongings from the basket. Key ready in my hand I insert it in the key hole unlocking the front door.

I'm greeted with the sound of pots and pans falling in the kitchen. That's strange. My mother had clearly said she wouldn't be here for the next few days. Switching on my phone to check if I had gotten a second message from her I make my way to the kitchen.

The white metallic counter comes into view. Walking over I place the book down infront of me as the aroma of lasagna hits my sense. Sighing I stretch my tensed arm muscles.

Busy behind the counter with the pots I hear a sigh coming from my mother. She must've had a busy day at work.

"Why are you still here mom, I thought you had to leave for a trip?" I ask tiredly resting my head on my arms and shutting my eyes.

I had a tiring day. "You didn't have to come all the way home just to make me food I could've gotten takeouts." I yawn as I begin falling asleep in the stool.

I don't think I'll be getting in any reading time. Suddenly my hair is tucked behind my ear as the pad of my mothers thumb brushes against my cheek. She places a goodnight kiss on my forehead. I'm sure she's going to leave now. Her job here in babysitting me is finished.

Opening up my eyes I tiredly smile at her but its wiped straight off my lips as I stare into those familiar eyes. A wicked malicious smile plastered on those lips. Sleeves rolled up and stops at the elbows. I nervously gulp as my hands instinctively grabs the book in front of me.

"Hello Princess." With those two words out in the air I let out a ear aching scream and jump off the stool, backing out of the kitchen. My eyes locks with his as I take steady steps out the kitchen. He begins making his way towards me, the smile still plastered on his lips. "There's no use in running away from me." Holding the book against my chest I look around quickly for a way out, finding none I continue taking steady steps backwards, my eyes trained on him.

"W-why a-are y-you h-hear?" I croak out afraid as he nears me. A few fast steady steps later his infront of me, his calloused hand tracing circles on my cheek as he inches closer. His lips inching towards my ear as his breath fans against my skin. "I missed you." That's all it takes for me to scream, but my scream is stuck in my throat as a pain shoots from my head.

Placing a hand on the aching spot on my head I retreat it as oozing red blood is felt. Looking at my hand I begin heaving as my eyes locks with his. A distance between us as his hands softly holds my arms. An apologetic expression gracing his features.

"Will you be fine alone here with her." Its the last words I hear before my eyes starts shutting and my legs gives in before me. I fall into strong muscular arms before I lose all senses.