seven

                                    

                                          
CHAPTER SEVEN / AMARA KATZ
Peaceful sleep was something I learned I would have to live without. Grim was overstaying his welcome, sprawling out on my carpet now for the past two nights. His attempt at the bed was comical, to say the least. It ended with a broken lamp and another dagger threateningly close to my stomach by the end, which was less than surprising. 
Grim had been playing out his proposition, which, I'll admit, was much more planned out and detailed than mine. Last night he spent hours interrogating every bone in my body till I eventually pulled the blankets securely over my head and fell asleep. 
Now we lay side by side in my bed, my laptop resting on a pillow between us. According to Grim, living in Hell and stealing peoples souls didn't allow for much movie watching time. It honestly made me sad for the psychopath. I mean, who hasn't watched Disney movies? 
So far we had made it through Tangled and now Beauty and the Beast played on the screen.
"This movie is bullshit. The Beast did literally nothing wrong and they're trying to kill him." Grim huffs, angling the screen closer to him. 
I reach out a finger, positioning it back between us before responding, "Gaston is just infatuated with Belle and would go any length to get her. He thinks the Beast is going to hurt her because of his reputation so he's selfishly inserting himself into the equation."
"Well, I don't like him." 
I hold back a grin. "Who? Gaston?"
Grim nods, eyes still trained on the laptop.
"You're not the only one." I admit. 
"Why do they all take his side though. He's clearly the bad one." 
"Well, the Beast did kidnap her father. He was also insanely closed off and rude to her. From the outside, it could come off as abusive." I explain.
"But he's doing it to protect himself and her. I don't get it."
My mouth stays shut as I watch him. His sole focus was on the screen, eyes greedily taking in the moving pictures. Although I knew he was worked up by the movie, he still was more humanly emotional than I'd ever seen him. His 'I'll cut your heart out and shove it in an hour glass' era was slowly wearing away the longer we sat here. And instead, his personality was becoming almost, dare I say it, clingy and childish?
His personality usually ranged from 'I'm going to stab you' to 'I'm going to stab you'. So this new side of him is almost humorous. Clearly, his mental state is far from healthy. Perhaps that says a lot about my own. Who else allows the Grim Reaper to so easily infiltrate their lives? Surely there's a reason I feel so inclined to accept the situation?
Sighing, I return my attention to the movie, watching as Belle and the Beast dance across the screen. 
"Do you know how to dance?" Grim asks suddenly, making me jump slightly. 
"Not really, no. I, uh, I took dance classes when I was like four but that's about it. Zoey tried to teach me but I have two left feet." I share. 
"We should learn. It looks fun." 
A laugh escapes my lips. "You want to learn how to dance? Like slow dance?"
His brows furrow. "What's wrong with that?" 
My eyes widen slightly as I clear my throat, realizing Grim was actually serious about this. "Oh, nothing. It's just not what I expected from you, I guess."
"I thought the dagger to the stomach taught you I never enjoy the expected." He chastises, glancing down at me.
"Oh, no. It did. Sadly, I get the payment of your enjoyment. My stomach still doesn't feel right, you know."