Dedicated to evensong123

Book: The fairest: a museum story

Blurb: Jamie Carter is a museum intern who was enjoying her comfortable internship when suddenly she is called upon one day forcing her to leave her comfort zone to become an artefact recovery agent.

"I am sorry Princess ".

I felt an arm wrap around my waist pulling me away from the door and another hand covering my mouth.

No no no no no no

The voice belonged to James.

I tried to get away from his grip and I was half successful when he suddenly threw me over his shoulder.

Now the only thing I could do is hit him in the back so hard that he would leave me.

I started to hit him hard. It was like hitting on a rock. He didn't feel any pain but my hands were paining.

He carried me to somewhere. Even if my hands were painting I didn't stop hitting him. I tried to kick him but he avoided it.

Hey! my mouth is not covered by his hand now.

Wait a moment! If I scream I am sure the neighbours will hear it and could help me.

I opened my mouth, gathered all my energy and took a deep breath and screamed.

But it was muffled, As James had placed his hand over my mouth. Did he read my mind or what?

Why is his hand so soft? Is it a cloth?

"Don't even think about it Snow", He said gravely.

Snow?

Does he know my surname?

I mean, of course, he would, after all, he knows Alex.

Where is Alex?

But I couldn't think more because something made me very sleepy.

Did he just.....

"You didn't leave me any choice", he said

Of course, he did.

Can he read my mind really?

But the sleepiness kicked hard and I couldn't stop myself from falling asleep.

I was half-conscious.

I had heard Alex say something about hiding and safety. But I coolant make out the rest as I was falling asleep.

Then I felt something kissing my forehead and whispering

"Please forgive me".

Then I slept.

I woke up but I was still sleepy. I couldn't open my eyes

I felt like being laid down on something soft and felt covers being pulled over me.

Then I slept again.

***
I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was the different ceiling. I sat up.

This is not my room.

Where am I?

Suddenly the images of the man being killed came to my mind. So everything was real and not a bad dream.

I screamed.

Suddenly somebody covered my mouth again.

"Not this again", I heard him say.

I grabbed his hand and twisted it and looked to see who is the owner of the hand.

It was James again.

He groaned in pain but quickly got rid of my hand. He pinned both of my hands above my head on the bed and leaned towards me which made me scared.

I looked him in the eye.

The same green emerald ones.

He was inches away from my face.

"Just keep quiet and go to sleep", he said tiredly.

Hell no!

I kicked him on his chest and pulled my hand out of his grip. He fell off the bed.

Taking this opportunity I stood up and ran for the door.

Is bad luck following me or what?

I bumped into another strong figure and I didn't need to look up to see the person who I bumped into.

Alex.

He caught me before I fell down and steadied me. I pushed his hands away. The hands who killed a man yesterday or is it today.?

The events that happened came to my mind and I automatically moved away from Alex.

"Bella you need not be scared of me", He said softly.

He is definitely not the Alex I know.

I glared at him. He stared at me. Suddenly my hands caught something. Without even thinking what it was, I pulled it and threw it at him.

It was the bedsheet. Damn it!

Everything happened quickly.

I threw the bedsheet at him but it covered me along with him.

I am such a fool!

I tried to get it out but Alex pulled it closer to annoy me more.

For a moment I felt like everything was normal.

But in reality, it wasn't.

I stopped trying to get the covers off me and looked at Alex coldly. He stopped pulling the cover and got out of it and gave me a hand.

Which I refused of course and helped myself out the sheets.

"For a moment I felt like everything was normal", I spat at him.

He looked at me with a pained expression but quickly covered it with a cold one.

"Bella stop this nonsense and sleep", He ordered.

"Go to hell".

"Do you want me to drug you"?

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