Lil Bundle Of Joy

Oookay. 

So I've always wanted to write a fast-paced, delectable novel... 

Aaaaaaand now, I have a concrete plot too. 

Would love it if you guys checked this silly little thing out and give me your views so that I can nurture this tiny wittle baby! :-) 

A bulb dangling from the ceiling was the only source of light in the Lair. The curtains were drawn. The room was barely furnished, except for a bed with a mattress and threadbare blanket. There was a half-empty beer bottle on the desk. Right in front of the desk, was a young man whose face was beaded with perspiration.

Seated right under the hanging light was a young girl, tied very tightly against a wooden chair. She looked dishevelled. Her red hair was a tangled mess and dress was torn. You could see multiple scars on her arms. You could also see the anger and the realization of a betrayal in her eyes.

“What the hell do you want from me, you two-faced backstabber?”

He could feel the girl’s piercing eyes on him. But he refused to turn around and face her.

He was a cruel liar.

More than that, he was a coward.

“I’ve done nothing to you, you stinking turncoat! Get me out of here!”

“I can’t do that.” He said, his eyes focussed onto the beer bottle perched on the wooden desk. 

He really wanted some of that… so badly…

He wanted to drown the pain, he wanted to end his misery.

Did he wish to live? Not really.

He could hear her frustrated sighs as she struggled against the ropes. A part of him wanted to release her – a part of him that was hopelessly smitten with her.

And there was another part of him – a part of him who was obligated to do his duty well.

“Goddamnit, Ella Reed!” He said, finally finding courage to face her. “I can’t tell you why – but you’re a prisoner and I’ll make sure that you’ll never get out of here unless I’m ordered to let you out! Make yourself at home and stop cribbing about it! And don’t you dare to expect the princess-y treatment that your bloody nana gives you!”

As if to make his point clear, he hurled the bottle of beer in her direction. Luckily, it missed her by inches and crashed onto the wall behind her. The bottle broke into tiny shards and the beer in it spread onto the floor like a little pool.

When he had first seen her, he had fallen for her eyes – her greenish blue eyes with flecks of gold spread here and there. What attracted him about those eyes was the liveliness in it. Those eyes expressed everything that was going on in her head. Those eyes were the windows to her clear soul.

Now though, her eyes were moistened with tears – tears of anger, fear and sadness.

“How could you do this to me? What have I done to you?” 

Her shrill voice had subdued. It was almost heart-breaking to hear the sadness in it. She was so clueless, so very confused. None of this was her fault. She was dragged into an age-old fight. She was a pawn in the vicious game.

She was just an unfortunate girl. And he was in love with her.