Chapter 4 Heartless?

I woke up the next day to find a white dress and some blue flipflops on the foot of the bed. Putting them on I treaded down the stairs slowly. Only to smell eggs and my stomach to grumble giving me away. Jason turned to me pointed to a chair and turned back to the plate he was making. I sat down at the counter and as jason turned around began to put my annoy hair up. Jason slapped my hand away. Narrowing my eyes at him I tried again. This time he took the rubberband away from me. "Pretty" he wrote down on a napkin. I laughed harsley. " Your time underwater must have screwed with your eyes. I am not pretty." I said stictly. I saw anger flash behind his mask as he threw my plate down infront of me, grabbed his machete, and left.