I ran up the stairs and banged on his door. He opened it, an exasperated look upon his handsome face. I looked at him with tears running down my face.
"Take me home. Now!" He shook his head.
"Oh believe me, I would if I could. You don't belong here. But, this house has a mind of its own, we don't command it. We're stuck with you until we find a vaguely civilised place were you can get off and leave us alone." With this he turned and shut the door in my face.
I felt my way to my room, and sat on the bed, numb. The tears still flowed, although I didn't sob, as I contemplated my situation. Although I had kicked up a fuss, I didn't particularly want to return home. I didn't have a very good home life. I lived with my Aunt, a horrible, belittling old woman who constantly insulted me, saying that I was just like my 'whore of a mother' who I barely knew.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by a knock at the door. I looked up as Felix entered my room.
"You don't mind if I come in, do you?" I blindly shook my head. He came over and pulled up the chair from the desk, and sat opposite me. "How are you, Aila?" I laughed, though not in humour.
"Could be better. Could be worse, but hey, C'est la Vie." I shrugged. He smiled kindly at me.
"You're taking this rather well." He commented.
"Well? I'm blubbering like a baby!" I retorted, laughing.
"I thought I should tell you, that you're safe here... until you are able to leave, that is."
"No problem." He got up and went to the door. He turned to look at me. "We are happy to have you here. It's not very often we get visitors. Don't mind Garrett, Okay?" I nodded and he smiled then left.
I was left to my own devices yet again. I realised that I was still tired, so curled up under the covers, and let myself drift off to sleep.
The nightmares attacked me all day and night.