Page 27 of Light in Your Eyes
I examine the bathroom essentials, and I have no choice but to use Kellan’s shampoo and body wash. I pour it ontomy palm, and it smells masculine. I’m going to smell like a man.
I just hope that Kellan doesn’t mind if I use his products. That man is rude and has a problem with his temper.
When I close my eyes, a tear rolls down my cheeks.
Kellan is right.
This place is very different to my home, and it feels like hell to me.
I pray to God that I will get out of this place as soon as possible. Being here for a period of one year feels like an impossible thing to do. I don’t even know if I’m still going to be alive one year from now.
After I finish washing my body, I turn off the water and dry myself with a towel. Then, I wrap my body in the bathrobe. I feel better after taking a warm shower, but I’m still going to face hell again once I open this door.
I step out of the bathroom and find that Kellan is already asleep. Slowly and carefully, I climb onto the bed and lie down. Just like him, I face the other direction so that we don’t face each other when we sleep.
While my thoughts wander to my family—Nana and Archer—my eyes start to water again. I sniffle, unable to contain my longing for them.
Just when I’m about to close my eyes and try to sleep, a gunshot sound echoes through the mansion, causing me to jerk. I let out a small scream while my heart is beating like a drum in my chest. My hands are shaking as I cover my ears.
God, please help me.
And that’s how I spend the rest of the night while trying to sleep. Praying to God.
Chapter 10
Kellan
I could barely get enough fucking sleep last night.
While I was lying in my bed, I couldn't stop thinking about Layla. I knew for sure that her clothes were soaked because of the incident at the fountain, and when she finally decided to take a shower, I did let out a sigh of relief.
She didn't have her suitcase with her yesterday, so I knew that she didn't have any clothes to change into. I purposely left the bathrobe hanging behind the bathroom door, and I guess she took that.
I just couldn't imagine her sleeping beside me without any clothes on. She didn't seem like a girl who would be comfortable doing that, despite the fact that I was blind.
The night was getting worse when she started crying. She might think that I didn't notice it, but I could hear her sniffling, and it was fucking annoying. I knew that she had just left her family, and that she was now stuck in this place that felt like hell to her, butgoddammit, I hate it when girls or women cry.
Not that I cared.
Or was it annoying because I fucking cared?
Now, as the morning comes, I splash the water from the sink onto my face. My head is pounding. I brush my teeth, but I still can't stop thinking about the girl who is now sleeping in my bed.
My brain is trying to figure out what I will do today with her being around. Her existence is already annoying me this much, I wonder how I will survive the following weeks—or worse, months. Jaxon better fucking come back here as soon as possible so that we can talk. I have to persuade him to send Layla away, but with the way we always argue, we will only end up fighting.
Maybe he's right. I can't fucking control my anger. But then again, he's not the one with a disability.
I step out of my bathroom, ready to have my morning jog. The sooner I can escape Layla, the better.
Layla's voice surprises me when I'm about to open the door of my bedroom. "Where are you going?" she asks.
I turn around, hoping that she will notice the irritation written on my face.
"Morning jog," I say.
I'm about to turn again when she interrupts, "Wait. Please, don't leave me just yet." Her voice holds so much vulnerability, and I can't help but feel bad. She's still trying to figure out how to adjust to this new situation.
I give her my attention again, waiting for her to say more.
