12
ISOBEL
I dipped the mop into the bucket of water and squeezed before cleaning the floor. I could feel Mason's unwavering gaze, burning a hole through my skull as he savored the bottle of wine in his hands, which for some reason, he refused to use a glass.
I didn't know why he insisted on watching me clean but I didn't care. He could do whatever he wanted, I'd keep my promise to myself and not say a word to him.
I had successfully avoided him and that seemed to have pissed him off, much to my happiness. Well, if I couldn't confront him square on, I might as well try to make his life as miserable as he made mine.
"You missed a spot." I heard him say.
I turned around, hoping to see a dirty spot that I had unknowingly missed, only to find out that Mason had spilled wine on the floor. Was it intentional? I couldn't tell but the look on his face was smug, showing no remorse.
Still upholding my promise of not speaking to him, I quietly walked towards him and wiped the place clean and just as I was about turning around, Mason stretched his hand, while maintaining eye contact with me and then he poured out the content of the bottle on the floor whilst having a sly smile on his face.
I took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down. Mason was purposely getting on my nerves in order to get me to talk but I wasn't going to grant him that satisfaction and stroke his ego.
Quietly, I cleaned the spot again, expecting that he'd just give up and leave me alone but no. The man was as persistently annoying as his godmother.
Mason, being his unhinged bipolar self, stretched his hand yet again and spilled wine on the floor, but this time, he emptied the bottle.
"You missed a spot," he repeated with a small smile like he hadn't just committed a grace offense.
That was it! I just couldn't take it anymore. He hadn't tested my patience and now I was boiling in anger. Unable to control myself, I scooped out a little soapy water and poured on his face, "You asshole!" I sneered, "what do you stand to gain from constantly grating on my nerves?!" I yelled, blinded by rage.
Mason smirked, obviously satisfied that he had successfully gotten a reaction out of me but underneath that smirk, I could tell that anger was brewing. Well screw him and his silly anger.
"How dare you?" He said as he slowly stood up.
"How dare you?!" I threw his question back at him, yelling at the top of my voice all of my pent up frustration and anger, making way. "What is wrong with you? Why can't you just let me do my job?!"
"Your job is to serve me and that's exactly what you will do. You have no right to complain." He said calmly, like he wanted to test how far he could push me but I was already at my tipping point.
"I have every right to speak, Mason, and there's nothing you can do about that." I countered.
"You should be grateful to me for not rejecting you," he said, looking straight at me, "It's no surprise that three men rejected you given how nasty your character is." he paused and then he foolishly added, "Your mother left, your sick father isn't present and your mates left. Every single person will leave you one day, so try to enjoy me while I last."
The second the words left his mouth, my face paled and tears pooled up in my eyes. Mason was really an asshole. There was no redemption for him.
I swallowed the lump in my throat as I tried my best to fight the tears because I didn't want to cry in front of him. Unwilling to indulge him any further, I turned around and sprang out.
"Isobel!" I heard him call but not once did I bother to turn around.
Mason only managed to prove to me that he was exactly like his mother, maybe even worse. He had done a background check on me, just to get on my nerves when I had done nothing to provoke him.
I was just trying to see the good in him. I was already seeing him in a different light as he took it upon himself to investigate the person behind the murder and framing, but he chose to show me how vile and evil he was. He had deeply hurt my feelings.
I didn't stop running until I reached the garden, just at the gazebo and I sat down, finding peace in the quiet, serene environment.
I didn't want to cry for him, I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he made me cry so I wiped my tears.
"He has no effect on you," I repeated several times like a mantra and soon enough, I calmed down.
I inhaled the fresh summer air and then, a beautiful fish caught my attention. "Hey," I said, as though it could understand me and coincidentally, it stopped and stared at me. I found it cute.
And for some reason, I found the urge to reach for the water. The desire was strong. Unable to resist, I ran my hand over the water, not touching, just above and the strangest thing happened.
The water seemed to rise and follow my hand! "What is going on?" I muttered in confusion.
To test it again, I repeated my actions and the same reaction occurred. What?! I could control the water?
I rose to my feet, and then I tried again, this time after raising the water, I twirled it around excitedly. I still couldn't believe I could control water!
Just to be sure, I tested it again and it worked. Giggling excitedly, I began playing around with the water and just as I turned around, I came face to face with Ophelia who was watching me in shock. In panic, I dropped my hand and the water splashed on me.
"What were you doing just now?" She asked, as she walked towards me.
"N-nothing," I stuttered
"That didn't look like nothing," she said, "you were obviously controlling the water. How's that possible? You don't have a wolf."
I didn't have the answer to that question either.
I chuckled nervously, "That's absurd. An omega like me can't have such powers, right?"
"Yeah," Ophelia answered, but I could tell she was still in doubt.
"I must go. I have duties to attend to," without waiting for her response, I rushed out and when I had gotten to a safe distance, I stopped. How could I have allowed her to see me? I could only hope she doesn't push it.