Thread: Bats in Broom Closets

Not only did he come back to her house when she was hoping to never see him again, not only did he follow her into her kitchen instead of leaving to eats a deer, but he got himself a plate and helped himself to her food. It wasnt that she minded. She had been wondering if she would be able to finish it before it all went bad. Everything that she had tried so far had been fantastic, it would have been a real shame to see it go to waste. Back to the point, it was the way that he seemed to be making himself right at home, in her home, that bothered her. She didnt care that he called her rude, maybe if he didnt like her then he would just leave her alone and stop coming back. She didnt even bother to try and figure out what the other thing was. Her annoyance turned to curiosity when he said that he would pay for the new windows too. She was sure he had no idea how much they would cost, then he pulled the money from his wallet and she felt he might have more of an idea then she realized. She didnt take the money from him, even stepped away from it when he put it on the counter, like it was a snake that would bite her if she got too close. She watched him, anger softened to surprise. He was sincere? Really? She listened to what he said and wondered what it meant. She thought she heard the word Papa, was he suggesting she say her father gave it to her? She didnt ask. She didnt get the chance to because he mentioned the bruises. She flinched visibly and heavily like just mentioning them reminded her of the pain in receiving them. She looked away. Why did he have to see them? Why couldnt they have just gone unnoticed? Shed have rather him been too distracted with her lack of pants, but there were bruises on her legs too. Had she been expecting to find a man in her closet she would have hidden them. Had she not been so panicked she would have thought to do so before letting him out. Her hands tightened around her arms, just above the elbows. Her lips turned down to a gentle frown. No one can help. She said quietly, her voice sounded a little haunted. People had tried. All it did was get them hurt. Paul would make sure they couldnt help anymore. She was happy for the change of subject. I never said anything about magic powers. She said as she took his dish and got one for herself. She quietly loaded both dishes. Is that how it works? He would have to do better than that if he wanted to make her doubt what she saw. She glanced at the money on the counter again. He was at least being truthful about that then. She caste a glance over her shoulder at him before putting some vegetables on his plate, along with some ham and kaesespaetzle. Butchers wife gave me a roast. Nice lady. A little lustful but I cant imagine the butcher minds. She said casually. I cant eat everything, and if you insist on eating here then you need to at least have a proper meal. The nanny that took care of her would have slapped Mickels hand with a spoon for not eating a proper meal. She put his plate in front of him with clean utensils and a glass of water before sitting across from him with her own. The table in the kitchen was much smaller than the one in the dining room. She imagined this table had been intended for the kitchen staff to prepair food at, but was instead used to poker between meals. Shed found an ace stuck under it the night before. A few long moments passed before she sighed and looked up at him, clearly very uncomfortable with the situation. I dont trust you. She said plainly, without anger or enthusiasm. But I dont trust anyone anymore. If you really want to be helpful you should keep your money and offer your hands. Its a big house and it needs a lot of work. She sat a little straighter in her seat. Im fine doing it myself of course. I dont need your help, but if you really want to make yourself useful that would be the way to do it. She still didnt like him, she especially didnt trust him, but what if he was actually telling the truth? The idea was so foreign, it had been so long since shed sat across form someone she could actually have any faith in. But, she had run all the way to Germany, she didnt want to just hide away in a big house like a crazy old woman. She still had faint hopes for an actual life and she had to start somewhere. She told herself that if he intended to do her harm he would have already done so, besides, if he ate up the food she offered it might fill him up so hed have less of an interest in eating her.