Chapter 31: A Match Made In Hell

< Shirley >
I was rolling over the bed, groggy from sleep. My head felt heavy as a rock, and my memories from last night were hazy. I was wondering what I did after coming out of Dylan's cabin when a loud voice drummed up my ears, "Wakey wakey, Snorlax. Or else, I'm going to tickle you."
"Don't you dare, Xavier," I warned, shooting a death glare at him while sitting up.
Xavier chuckled. "Get up. I brought you some new clothes. Sienna is calling everyone for breakfast," he informed and was about to leave. I stepped down from the bed when he turned around and added, "Oh, and Sienna informed your family about you, so don't worry about that." I was just about to wonder about my family, so I flashed him a weak smile before he left the room.
I stepped down from the bed and looked around the unfamiliar room. It was in the shade of golden, white, and grey. I noticed my bloodstained top was replaced with a cotton white top. Sienna must have changed them. But wait, bloodstained top?
I did feel like I was held hostage for a few minutes, and after that Dylan brought me here. I remembered the incidents but not what exactly happened. I was aware that Dylan killed two people in front of me. However, I couldn't remember it, which was a relief. Because I already knew Dylan was a killer, so I needn't be shocked by it. I just didn't want to remember someone's death. I was grateful to Sienna for that.
I rummaged through the nice clothes Xavier left for me. There was a light blue crop top and dark blue ruffle skirt, which proved that Sienna really was a professional. She had a great fashion sense.
After freshening up, I got ready and stepped out of the room, and looked around the maze of a corridor. There were rooms on both sides with no indication of which was the way to the dining hall. I had forgotten the house map that Xavier had inserted in my head. I decided to take the right turn because it was right.
I was strolling around when I heard someone yelling in frustration as I reached the familiar end of the corridor.
"Gosh, I hate Sienna. How dare she force a sleeping pill down my throat?" I didn't need to recognize that voice for knowing who it was.
I decided to walk past the room, pretending as if I didn't just hear him planning to murder his mom while I was sure that I was the next target. Soon, I came across a staircase which was adjacent to Dylan's room, which helped to refresh my memory of the house layout.
Reaching downstairs, I found the dining hall where Sienna, Xavier, and Riley were sitting and talking over. They greeted me once they noticed my presence.
"How are you feeling, dear?" Sienna asked me after I took the seat beside her.
"I'm feeling great, thanks to you. I owe you one," I told her, and she smiled at me sweetly, patting my head.
"No problem. If you have any other problems, don't hesitate to tell me," she offered, and I nodded with a smile in response.
"Where is Dylan? I need to give him info about the attackers," Xavier said drumming his fingers on the table.
"Maybe he's sleeping. I made him take a sleeping pill," Sienna spoke up. Little did she know how wrong she was. Dylan was planning to execute her now.
Before I could warn her, Dylan walked into the dining room grumpily.
"Good morning, Dylie—"
"There's nothing good about this morning," Dylan cut her short. "You, Sienna Lewiston, what the heck did you do to me last night? You made me gulp that disgusting tablet without my permission. Do you know how disgusting that tasted? Yikes!" Dylan exclaimed in a rebellious teenager tone.
Sienna gave him a flat look and clicked her tongue at him.
"Geez, I hate you so much, Sienna," Dylan let out. Seeing as Sienna ignored him, he barked, "Trisha, give me my coffe—"
"Trisha, give him the fried eggs and bacon," Sienna cut him off and shot him a stern glare, as if saying 'just say one more time that you want coffee for breakfast, I will give you poison instead of medicine'.
"Yes, that's exactly what I was going to say. With coffee, please." Dylan gritted his teeth whilst I giggled and Xavier and Riley laughed like crazy. "Am I being funny right now?" Dylan clasped his fingers together and rested his chin on top of them, flashing a displeasing tight-lipped smile.
"Not in a million years, momma's boy," Xavier responded, stifling his laughter.
Dylan stabbed the fork on the table abruptly, scaring the daylight out of me, who was adjacent to him. "I will cut you into pieces and throw your body parts in different sewerages, Xavier Ashton. Mind it," he let out, twisting the fork in anger.
I gulped seeing his anger and lowered my gaze to my plate. However, the others didn't even flinch. He was never that scary when he was with me.
"He didn't say anything wrong, though. You listen to everything Sienna says—" Riley was interrupted by Dylan.
"Who says I listen to her?" No one replied because one or the other way he always ended up following whatever Sienna said. Being annoyed, he stood up without eating anything.
"Sit your ass down, Dylan Lewiston. Otherwise, never come back," Sienna stated and took a bite of her red apple.
"It's my freaking house. I can come and go whenever I want," he retorted.
"It was my house before this was yours," she fired back. "And don't forget, if I turn on the security mode, you can forget about entering this mansion ever again," she added sternly.
"I made the security system, so I know how to crash it," he argued.
"Then the security system is faulty." Sienna shrugged, and Dylan groaned, sitting back on his chair.
"Don't you think you are losing your temper sooner than always, Dylan?" Riley inquired.
"Maybe he is starting to change," Xavier said in a singsong voice, and I giggled.
Dylan narrowed his eyes at Xavier and knocked out the glass of juice near Xavier, making it spill over him. I gasped, and Riley started laughing.
"What the heck, dude?" Xavier immediately stood up. His white buttoned-up shirt was soaking with orange juice now.
"Oops, my bad," Dylan said, a smirk on his face.
"Bastard," Xavier muttered before going to change.
"Dylie, what you did to Xavy darling wasn't right at all," Sienna let out.
"Of course, everyone in this house is darling and honey except for me," Dylan hissed. Did I smell jealousy in his words?
"Says who? You are my Dylie," Sienna mused, making him grumble.
Trisha served the fried eggs and bacon for Dylan. He made a disgusted face before taking a bite. He glanced at my plate and narrowed his eyes. "Hey, why don't I get any pancakes?" he demanded.
"Because only Shirley gets it," Sienna replied, scrolling on her phone. I grinned sheepishly as Dylan shot me a glare.
Dylan heaved an exaggerated sigh, giving up against Sienna once again. Xavier came back and shot a glare at Dylan's way before taking his seat.
Suddenly Xavier seemed to have noticed something. "Woah, you guys look cute in matching clothes," he complimented. Riley looked up and agreed with him.
My eyes shifted to Dylan who was also staring at me. He was wearing a light blue shirt and dark blue suit, the same shaded color as me.
"I know, right? I knew that they would look cute together in matching clothes," Sienna bragged. Obviously, it was Sienna who planned this.
"To be honest, they look cute even without matching clothes," Xavier added.
I and Dylan just stared at each other blankly, wondering the same thing, did these guys run away from a mental asylum?
"Xavy, you took the words away right from my mouth. They are a match made in heaven," Sienna gushed, imagining us together in an impossible future. She was probably already imagining me and Dylan dating, confessing, getting married, and having babies. I wanted to puke at that thought, and for a fact I knew, Dylan would kill himself if those things ever happened with us.
"You guys indeed look like a match made in heaven," Riley agreed.
"Yes, more like a match made in hell by a retarded demon," Dylan and I muttered at the same time.
There was silence after we said it before we both looked into each other's eyes. In a matter of split seconds, we both burst into fits of laughter.
After a while, it was only me and Dylan who were left at the dining as the rest were done with their breakfast. I was only halfway through my pancake, as I was a slow eater when I remembered Dylan asking for it, so I offered, "Do you want some?"
Dylan glanced at it and shook his head. "It's okay, I'm not a glutton. You can eat."
"I feel full already," I lied and offered him a bite with my fork.
"If you insist," he said and leaned forward to take the bite. A smile crept up on my face as I watched him chew it with satisfaction. "It's good."
"Have some more then." I pushed my plate towards.
"You can eat mine. I can't eat that much in the morning," he said, and I nodded, exchanging our plates. I was cutting the fried egg when he started, "How do you feel now?"
I halted, feeling surprised at his concern. "I feel great, thanks to you guys," I told him, trying to restrain the smile on my face. He didn't say anything but it was enough to make my day.
Little words and gestures from him were enough to make me happy. Was it because I had no expectations from him? Whatever it was, he was starting to affect me in a way he shouldn't be and I shouldn't be feeling up to it, either.