Stuck In Hell With My Enemy

Chapter 10~

"Don't play with me princess. I'll make it so you can't walk the next day." I growled and she just blushed and looked away. Kylo-1, Clara-0

I worked to finish the food, and when I did I laid it all out on on the little table so I could give it to her in bed.

"Here." I handed the food to her with her coffee and her eyes sparkled.

"Thank you!" She beamed and I've never seen someone take a bite of something so fast. She must've been hungry. She groaned when the flavors bit her tongue.

"So good." She chuckled with the food in her mouth. I just smiled and sat down across from her.

We sat like that for a while, me watching her eat, and her stuffing her face, before I had to break some news to her. I cleared my throat and she looked up.

"Hmm?" She hummed to push me to talk. I cleared my throat again before speaking.

"I have to leave for a couple of weeks. For a job." She stopped eating and I could tell that her happy vibes went away immediately.

"To where?" She sat the table down on her bedside table and she crossed her fingers together.

"France." I spoke quickly. She mumbled France like she was assessing the word and nodded.

"How many weeks are we talking?" I wonder why she even cares how long I'll be gone. It's not like we're together.

"Well if everything goes smoothly then six weeks, but if not then I could be out there for almost thirteen..." The silence between us could cause us to hear a pin drop.

"Oh okay." She finally spoke, but then a question seemed to thrust itself into her mind.

"What kind of job leaves you out for almost two to three months?" She leaned up, desperate for the gossip.

"I'm working for the mafia out there." I pushed her legs to the side so I could set mine there.

"The mafia!? Wow." She was shocked for a minute. I'm assuming she's never worked a job like this in her career as an assassin.

"Yeah." Then it was silent again.

"When are you leaving." She looked down at her hands and started fiddling with them. I just looked around the room, almost twice, before answering.

"Tomorrow morning." It was soon and I didn't get the phone call until last night when I had left Clara's room for the first time.

"Oh." She seemed sad, but I wonder why.

"Are you okay?" I scooted a little closer to her on the bed and I looked her dead in the eye. She immediately looked away and I subconsciously moved my hand to her face and lifted her chin so her eyes could meet mine.

"What's wrong princess?" I urged for her to give me an answer. She sat there for a minute before answering me.

"I- I just. I just started getting better and it's all because of you." She hesitated, whispering the last bit of her sentence to me before continuing quietly, "and I'm scared that I'll get worse." She looked guilty for telling me her fears. I just tried my best to ease her mind and to let her rest knowing that she'll be okay and this mission will go smoothly.