Chapter Nine

Helene

"Aren't you going to eat something?" Owen asked as he helped me unpack the food that he had brought in with him.

"Not hungry," I responded boredly, looking away from him, and I could see him shake his head from my side-eye.

"What's going on with you now?" He asked, taking a seat at the edge of the bed and folding his arms across his chest.

"Isn't it obvious?" I asked, throwing him an unimpressed look, and he sighed.

"Am I supposed to be a mind reader or something? How do you expect me to know what's going on with you?" He retorted, and I grunted before turning to face him.

"For heaven's sake, you blockhead, can't you see I'm locked up in this goddamn room? What else could be going on with me?" I hissed a reply, wondering how he couldn't guess something so easily.

Owen and I have gotten pretty close in the last few days, at least close enough to speak to each other without getting into an argument and cursing at each other. I know I mentioned a few days ago that I would kill hi