I lay sprawled out on the mattress in the bastard's bedroom, apparently I'm not allowed to have my own room. I sigh and roll onto my stomach, when we first arrived in the house he took off my cuffs and showed me around. It's as if he's trying to get my hopes up and make me think he's not going to torture the crap outta my mind, I sigh. 29 more days until I die, I could always kill him but then there would be no point in even coming here. If I kill him it would take me about 8 days to get back to the apartment in Shadow-Cliffe, but even if I somehow make it pass the guards and officers in Shore-Meadow, Old-Pond and High-Wick, the officers assigned to watch over everyone in the pack will hear of Autumn's death and will kill them off. They would be idiots to not relocate and have a happy life seeing as that they don't need to worry bout the government. The bed sinks down at the bottom where my feet are, I clench my fist. I am really tempted to sock him in the face and tell the asshole to get another room, but I don't because even I know it's futile and a waste of my energy.

"What are you thinking about?" he hums and locks his light grey hues with mine,

"Not you." I roll my eyes, "Look no offense old man but I have no interest in talking to you about anything so please don't talk to me and I won't talk to you. Don't touch me and I won't touch you." I say and jump off the bed and squat in the nearest corner of the room,

"Alright fine then. But come and sleep, it's late and I'm too tired to beat the crap out of you or knock you out." He yawns covering his mouth, nonetheless he still sits at the end of the bed, his light grey pools of fatigue never leaving my crouching form,

"No." I state bluntly; I sit in the white corner of the room. He raises an eyebrow,

"Look if you think I'm going to do anything to you when you're asleep, I won't. at least not tonight, I'm too tired to do anything other than sleep. All because the damn paperwork." His eyes narrow at the last sentence then go back to its original large size,

"I don't care about your shitty paper work; I'm not sharing the bed with you. I'm going to sleep in this corner." I spit through my gritted teeth, he walks over to me and couches down. He slams he large hand on the wall that my head leans on,

"Why?" his voice and eyes darken by a shade, if I wasn't a mass murderer and maybe a normal seventeen-year-old then maybe I would've gotten scared, but I'm not a normal seventeen-year-old. I'm a mass murderer.

"Why the hell should I tell you?" I sass back, thank you Brook for acting sassy around Hunter,

"You know suddenly I'm not so tired anymore," he smirks, my neutral face turns into a frown when he cups my cheek with his large hands, his face nears mine until the point I can feel his warm minty breath on my face. Oh this lil shit, if he's going to pull the seductive card I'll just fight him with the violent one, I Headbutt the paedophile,

"Damn pedo, don't touch me unless you want me to slap that nose off your face." I stand up from my position and look down at Autumn's surprised form,

"You do remember what the judge said right? He said that you had to listen to my every command. So if I want you to sleep, you sleep. If I want you to cook, you cook. And so on. Because I have to look after your useless ass and watch over you, all the maids, butlers and guards have left me on my own for this entire month. So you will do as I say, I don't even care if I am your father. I am older than you and you will respect me." He snaps and glares at my bored form, I sigh

"I don't sleep you idiot, well I do but it takes at least seven firkin years to actually get a goodnight sleep. I suffer from insomnia so uh fuck off." I hold up my middle finger to him. I swear only with this man I swear like there's no tomorrow, ne narrows his light grey eyes at my middle finger which I reluctantly put down. I don't really use this finger much, it pretty much only assists the thumb and pointer finger when I'm taking someone's eyeballs out.

"Okay fine then, tell me why you don't share a bed and maybe I'll consider letting you sleep in the corner." He yawns and brushes the dust off his uniform, Autumn walks to his wardrobe and strips off his uniform, folds it then changes into a large black t-shirt and shorts, I consider this deal. It's a trap...probably. But even so should I? is he trying to get information off me? Maybe I should just tell him so it'll creep him out a little,

"The last time I probably had a good dream was about ten years ago, the night before I left Devil's Spine for good. That was the night I last shared a bed with anyone...or rather anything." My words come out thick as images of my younger self flashes in my mind sleeping with- "That was the night I slept with the mangled corpse of my mother." I choke out. I refuse to cry in front of the bastard so I turn away so that I don't have to see his face and he doesn't have to see my flustered one.

I hold out my hands and look at them. Why can I still fell only her blood on my hands? The red liquid won't go away, a single tear falls onto my palm breaking its once round shape and forming a transparent splatter on my pale skin. The tear is followed by another. And another...I'm crying. For the first time in a decade I am actually crying. I wipe my puff eyes in my jacket sleeve and my nose in the bottom hem of my red t-shirt. I almost forgot that I ripped off my sleeves for that kid, "Oi I don't care what you say. I'm sleeping in that goddy corner. It's not like you can't even see me." My voice quivers. I curse myself out when my voice comes out like that.

"Yeah, yeah whatever kid. Goodnight." Autumn yawns and throws his dark grey blankets and duvet over him. His light snores fill the room, bastard. I click my tongue and trudge back to the corner that is my new and only territory. I should just kill myself now. I'll snap the razor he uses to shave and use the blade to cut at my veins and arteries. That way I can have a simple but bloody death, I smirk. I shake my head of the thoughts, the shit bag said if I die before my execution then they all die. I sigh deeply, there's got to be something I can do rather than just sit in this corner. I scan the darkened room, there's: a fancy ass lamp, a collection of those fancy decorative eggs whatever they're called, a king sized bed Autumn is sleeping on, a large wardrobe, a balcony and other stuff I'm unfamiliar with. I yawn, his room is boring.

Ugh I hate being bored. I'm so bored of it. Being bored is boring. I crack a smile, how many bored's was that anyway. 1..2..3..4.. wow four bored's. I remember mum, I would randomly start a conversation when I was bored, and she would laugh and tell me a story or something. Sometimes they were deep and meaningful other times she told me stories to make me tired and go to sleep.

"Whale." A black haired six-year-old stated and sat crossed legged on the flooring, looking up at his mother who was wiping the dust off the worktop of the table. The, mother looked at her son questioningly,

"What?" her laughter rang through the small kitchen, her son pouted as she turned away and put the damp cloth away,

"Hey! I'm bored, what do you expect?" the boy whined, the short Asian lady ruffled her son's hair and picked him up,

"Hi I'm-bored-what-do-you-expect, I'm mum." She laughs and sits him on the rough carpet of the living room where she sits crossed legged in front of her bored son, her son dramatically falls on the floor and mumbles in the carpet. She raised an eyebrow at her son's weird antics, "Come on, get up and I'll tell you a story." She laughs when her son's head snaps up and he crawls quickly closer to her,

"TELL ME! TELL ME! I'M BORED SO YOU SHOULD TELL ME!" the mum looks at her eager son, her darks eyes close making it seem as if her eyes are smiling as well,

"Who's me? Wait a minute I thought your name was I'm-bored-what-do-you-expect not I'm-bored-so-you-should-tell-me." The mother acts dense, her gullible son's jaw drops,

"UUGHHHH MUUUMM!! Please tell me." The son pouts, the mother giggles and reluctantly begins telling him a story.

"This is a story my brother used to tell me when we still lived in Cheney. Once upon a time a small girl with beautiful red hair walked up to a taller man that was dressed in black. The girl was the prettiest of the nation and everyone wanted to marry her. But that's not it, she was an amazing cook and was very nice. She would always talk when appropriate and never forgot her manners. Even though she was liked by everyone, she never discriminated against people. She loved everyone." The son rests his head on his mother's lap as she introduces the story,

"Why are you telling me about a different version of Jesus? I don't believe in God." The boy locks his light coloured eyes with his mother's darker hues, she shakes her head

"It's not about a different version of Jesus. Just listen to the story." She smiles gently and continues coming her fingers through her son's dark matted hair, "As I was saying, she loved everyone. But one day she noticed that everyone in the village would always stay away from a certain man. As I said before that man always wore black. Black trousers. A black t-shirt. A black coat. Black shoes. The man had shoulder length black hair that he would usually tie up in a casual tail or a messy bun, kind of like when I clean up and tie my hair." She smiled as she recited the story to her son,

"Was the man good looking?" the son enquired, the mother nodded

"The man was very good looking. He had a pale face, and his dark eyes would always seem to be shining even though he was lonely. The man wasn't a bad person, he was just feared. He came from an entirely new village and was accustomed to different things. But it was a surprise when no one welcomed him or even said thank you. But that didn't matter to him, he just wanted a fresh start and he thought people would get used to him. But they didn't. So as I said before the girl with shining red hair walked up to the man and followed him around. The man didn't say anything nor did he do anything to her. So when he finally finished all his business he walked home and the girl followed him, 'Why do people fear you?' the man's eyes widened, nobody had talked to him in years yet this one girl actually started a conversation willingly. 'My name.' he replies shortly after, 'They fear me of my name.' he repeats, the girl asks for his name-"

"-was his name crazy? Like, was he called psycho or something?" the son perks up and the mother giggles,

"Be patient I was just about to tell you. The girl asked for the man's name, 'my name is death, what's yours?' he asked the girl. The girl's eyes widened, she pitied the man 'my name is life.' She smiles sadly. She didn't know what to say. She felt sorry for the man, 'I don't understand why people hate you though. Isn't it just your name?' she holds onto his sleeve, not letting him leave before the question is answered. The man sighed and looked at the girl sadly, 'In this world I am what you would call the horrible truth and you would be nothing but the beautiful lie.' He replies emotionlessly, his voice was so cold and it hurt the girl, 'what I was given as a name defined me as a person from birth, even though I am shunned as a person for having that name bestowed upon me I will continue to bare its burden. Because if I don't, who will? A name is unique, especially mine. I wouldn't want to trade it with a silly name that means knight or king. I enjoy being myself even if it means I have to be alone.' The girl was left speechless and he grip on the man's sleeve loosened, the man walked away and left the village never to be seen again. The girl grew up to be a fine young lady, she got married and had two children, during those years she had never forgot what the man had told her, she wished and prayed every day for his return. Then finally when he returned she ran up to him and hugged him, 'You're back!' she said. She was really happy, the man smiled sadly and tapped her forehead with his finger. The girl looked at him confused and watched helplessly as he left the village once again, 'today is your last day living as a human. Live it to the fullest seeing as that I gave you a heads up.' He smiled and walked into the distance. The end." the mother looked at her son who stared at the ceiling a range of emotions flashing in his eyes,

"Did she die? Did the lady die or was the man joking?" the boy questions, the mother ruffles her hair,

"She died of course the next day, but the day before she lived it to the fullest and expressed her love towards everyone." The mother smiled, the boy frowned slightly and hugged his mother's waist tightly,

"I love you mum." The boy mumbled in his mother's dress, the mum hugged her son closer,

"I love you more my Red Prince."