Control - Enoch O'Connor [ON HOLD]

Enoch POV

AFTER A few good years of Atena being in Miss Peregrines care and talking to her a handful of times,we've become friends,close friends.

We never really fought after becoming close. Sure,we had a few arguments here and there but they never resulted in fights where she should walk out of my room without a smile or without giving me a wave.

She's the only one in this house I talk to every single day and we haven't spoken in four days. At every meal she talks to Fiona in whispers and if Fiona seats on the other side to Hugh,Atena can still be found on my left,not even looking at me.

The one person I've told everything about my day,my feelings,my thoughts sits next to me and doesn't even spare me a glare and that has been one of my fears ever since talking to her on the night Abe left.
The fear that I'd say something to make her mad and that she would never bother to talk to me ever again.

And I just did that.
I just messed up.
I messed up so bad,even the person that I sit next to in my bed and explain my feelings to doesn't even want to look at me.

The bigger problem is that I don't even know how to feel about it,I don't want her to leave me alone,to be able to talk to myself only. I don't want her presence to turn into absence. I don't want her to have me.
I don't want to deal with the thought that she hates me.

"It's probably better if I just pit a stop to it myself." I said out loud, "And I'm talking to myself."

Atena POV

There are times when I wish I would take controlling my peculiarity seriously. Like the time I wished I could take control of Millards body and make him put clothes one or the day,four day ago,when instead of being able to use my peculiarity and make Enoch slap himself,the only thing I was able to do was control If his door was being shut quietly or loud when I stormed out.

I wanted to go to him the day after,to apologise. Soon after that though came to me,the thought that I did nothing wrong hit me. He was supposed to apologise and in the four days I stopped talking to him,he still hasn't told me that he's sorry.

The ego Enoch owns is bigger than the property we live in and I don't understand how it all fits in his head but I'm not going to surrender and beg him to forgive me for a fight in which he used my insecurities against me. I may have too but one has to keep in mind who started it.

At dinner time,stepping inside the dining room,I noticed Fiona in her usual seat although my seat was already occupied by a lovesick Hugh.

"Atena,I hoped you would let me sit here this time!" Hugh said,seeing me walk over to his seat.

"Well,since you asked so nicely,I don't see why not." I answered,a tone of sarcasm in my voice, "I'll do you a favour and let you keep that seat."

Since Enoch and I weren't exactly on speaking terms,I figured the more distance I can put between us,the better. At least until he apologises.

Sitting down in my new seat,I could feel a glare pierce trough my skull and I knew exactly that it came from two seats to my left,from the dead riser himself.

After everyone ate,time for reset rolled around. While the younger children run out and the older ones either walked out behind them or stayed back inside the house,Enoch helped me clean the table,by Miss Peregrines request.
Even though the both of us spend a good twenty minutes cleaning the table up and washing the dishes,the only think I heard from him was a quick "Sorry". It was a quiet,almost inaudible yet it was there. He apologised and he did it without anyone pestering him about it. He did it sincerely.

"I forgive you E." I said,loud enough only for him to hear and giving him a smile.

"I'm also sorry for what I'm about to say,Atena." He said,putting down the last plate and leaning with one arm on the counter.

My smile dropped, "What exactly would that be?" I asked him,expecting a bad joke to be made like the ones he makes when I play angry.

"I don't want to continue this friendship anymore,I'm sorry." He said. Without even giving me a second to respond,Enoch walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs,to his room.

And I was left next to the dishes,wondering what I had done wrong.