Chapter 7
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I stood in front of a golden 16 and tried to put on a friendly face. So I smiled widely but thought I looked ridiculous. So I tightened my smile, but then I thought- why should I be smiling at all? I was supposed to meet someone who was mourning a loved one.
But Audrey told me so many times that when I didn't smile I looked like a charming serial killer, which she said made me seem only scarier. It was a compliment to me at that time. I smiled faintly feeling the warmth of the memory thaw my insides.
I dropped the smile and rang the bell.
Once.
Twice.
Thr-
The door opened revealing a tall, well-built guy with nothing but a towel on his waist and a long brown leather necklace hanging on his chest with a rectangular, metal pendant. His wet, dark-brown hair was standing, while his hazel eyes were fixed on me.
Ha. Ben should've seen this.
"Good morning." I stated formally, but the guy's eyes were still stuck on me. I looked behind me and cleared my throat.
He stuck out his hand and grinned. "Good morning. Of course. Please come in." He said taking a side.
Wasn't it weird that he let me in?
I narrowed my eyes at his super enthusiastic smile and almost grimaced, but made sure I didn't disclose my dislike.
Here I was Romeo, not Julius Caesar.
I needed to remember that.
I sat on the nearest couch and he sat on the one facing mine.
"I am sorry I appeared out of nowhere. Without any formalities." I started chuckling. "But I am a family friend of Sam and I would really like to meet her."
"Ah. Of course. Yeah. She's just...not her best nowadays. She trapped herself in her room since she got the news-" He said slowly, pushing back his wet hair.
"Oh?" I feigned surprise. Of course, her father's death must have been disastrous for her.
"I'm sorry, but she told me not to tell anybody and simply tell any of her visitors that she'll be okay in a while." He had an apologetic smile on.
I nodded slowly. "Of course I want nothing but her comfort." I felt a little disappointed but knew that not insisting would make it look less suspicious.
"But like if it's really urgent I can go tell her-" He cocked an eyebrow.
"You can?" I said with a smile.
Now we were talking.
"Yeah. But like first, shouldn't you introduce yourself? I mean, I need to tell her who is waiting for her, you know-" he said flustering and I almost rolled my eyes.
"See, the problem is that I don't think she'll remember me-" I started with a sympathetic tsk.
"All the same then, but it won't hurt if you tell me your name-" He was smiling innocently while I threatened myself vigorously not to do something rash such as the usual- killing him.
"Romeo."
"Zig," he said. "It's nice to meet you."
I smiled. "So...will you tell her that a family friend needs to talk to her?" I said urgently.
He smiled in response before getting up and rounding a corner. While he was at it, I took out a cigarette and lit it.
I inhaled. Kept it in. Exhaled. I then flicked the cigarette on the ashtray on the coffee table in front of me, before I heard the thumping of footsteps.
I killed my cigarette and stood up as Sam came in. Her jet black hair was held up in a messy bun, her nose and cheeks were red. And she was dressed in a big T-shirt and baggy pyjama pants.
She narrowed her eyes on me, hesitated for a moment, then approached me. She then turned to glare at Zig who was now dressed in a shirt and sweatpants.
She turned to me. Her piercing dark brown eyes stared into mine.
"Who the hell are you? And who gave you the bloody permission to smoke in my place?!" She said out of nowhere with furrowed brows and pursed lips. I was, to be quiet honest, shocked.
"I am a family fr-"
"I don't wanna hear your bullshit! You should've been there for him before any of that happened!" She said loudly and Zig winced.
"I say, let me prepare both of y'all some orange jui-"
"Zig!" She snapped and he retreated.
"It's very important-" I tried getting a word in, but she was a fountain of anger, profanities and recklessness.
"Then spit it out!" She hissed, her fierceness daggers in my direction.
"It's about you and your dad," I said softly trying not to lose my patience.
I solemnly swear I wasn't here to harm her.
"My dad? Why would there be anything about him? I-" She looked confused as she placed a hand on her hips. Her attitude was sorry.
"Excuse me, please," I interjected with a strong voice. "I am not here to harm or disturb you. If you do not like what I'm going to inform you, then you can whatever you wish with me later."
She scratched her head, pursed her lips, cursed under her breath, and then shrugged. "Follow me."
I breathed out in relief. Problem was that I was sure that if I couldn't get to her in a good way, Father would get to her in his ways.
And you very well know them.
I looked at Zig who seemed perplexed, winked at him then followed her into apparently her room.
I closed the door behind us and took in the room. It was surprisingly neat. A big bed to the side next to a huge window with plants on the sill. A huge desk in the centre with books stacked neatly and sticky notes randomly stuck on the wall above it. There were even a kettle, mugs and tea bags on her bedside table.
Meticulous.
She cleared her throat and sat on her bed gesturing to me to sit on a chair in front of her desk. I shuffled quickly and sat there.
"Do you want a tea?" She asked calmly, turning on the kettle.
I motioned for her to stop. "No-"
"Okay, then it's only for me," she said quickly, grabbing a tea bag and placing it into a used mug.
"What did you want?" She asked and I bit my tongue. Her attitude was getting on my nerves, but I had to be careful.
"Well. It happens that your father is a very established businessman."
"Mhm."
"He definitely has made enemies."
"So? I don't care about that old man's shit. Don't involve-"
"You don't get to chose whether or not to get involved." I finally said, giving her a sharp glare that shut her up. I had had just enough of her blathering. And my time was my number one priority.
She shifted a bit then crossed her legs as her mismatched socked feet moved up and down. Woollen green and blue socks.
"You are simply in danger. And honestly, I have absolutely no time-" I continued, but she had the nerve to interrupt me again.
"Hang on a sec." She raised a palm, uncrossed her legs, switched off the kettle and poured steaming water into her mug. "Just about when the story gets spicy, I gotta have my cup of tea," she said to no one in particular.
I clenched my teeth.
"I am sorry. You may carry on." She nodded curtly.
I looked down forcing away all the vile things I could have thrown in her direction. "I was saying, I have no time to tell you who I really am or how do I know, but you have to trust me. I solely seek your safety."
I looked up at her. She was sipping on her tea with eyes focused on me.
"So you're trying to tell me that a bunch of people would want me dead for nothing?" she said raising her eyebrows.
"Not for nothing," I said slowly. "Your father stole documents from a company- Gorj, and that just-"
"Hey, hey, I don't understand the gibberish you're saying. Please downgrade to my level." She waved a hand in my direction with a scowl on her face.
I sighed. This sure wasn't as easy as I expected. "Your father-" I said strongly. "-was holding very important documents against Gorg- a company's name. And he got murdered for it. If you can tell me where they are now, I can deal with those who want them and take you completely out of the picture. Or you can wait for them to find you and torture you for them."
She frowned. "I don't know shit about my dad. Honey, I, his daughter, talk to him, if it's my lucky year, once in a year. How do you expect me to know about something like that?" She slammed the mug on her bedside table.
The way she was talking about her dad, I was quite surprised she was mourning his loss.
"Then you have to ask. I'm sure you can contact his acquaintances or-"
"Are you crazy? Didn't you understand what I just said?" She said loudly looking at me with wide eyes.
"But that's your life!" I argued.
"I'm not sure that's your purpose Mr.-"
"Romeo," I said quickly.
"You're here for the documents-" she deadpanned.
"-which will help me save your life! It's all the same thing. Can't you see?"
She got up and I followed suit.
"See. I know I could use a distraction, but this is just crazy! For all, I know this could be some sick prank that I'm a part of. So I'll ask you politely to get the fuck out of here!"
And that was it.
"Does it look like I am joking to you?" I shouted at her angrily, staring into her dull, brown eyes. She shut up.
She took a deep breath, looked down then looked up again this time with tears in her eyes.
My eyes widened a bit.
"See. I'm sorry. But my father and I don't talk because of the consequences of his so 'important' job. I can't handle hearing that my life would simply be another consequence. That would jus-just-" She paused, wiping away tears with shaky fingers. "I wouldn't know how to handle that."
I sighed. I couldn't deal with crying women. So I stepped closer to her and awkwardly patted her shoulder. To me, crying women were an uncontainable disaster.
"I didn't mean to trouble you, but you cannot run away from that. And be sure that I'll be here to help you. As I've mentioned earlier." I sighed and stepped back.
She was flushing red. She then shook her head and smiled.
I think she looked oddly pretty.
"Okay. I'll do what you want me to do, but please give me some time to let this sink in. It's a bit too much-" Her voice was low and polite.
I shook my head. "Understandably. I'll give you my phone number so that you can interact with me whenever you are ready. But remember the sooner we begin the less danger your life will be in."
She nodded again and headed to her desk grabbing a pen and a sticky note. She handed them to me and I scribbled my number on it (a new one because I got rid of the old SIM card. I wouldn't want Father to track me).
I handed it to her and she took it smiling. "I'll call you," she said simply before I finally turned to open her bedroom's door.
"Romeo!" she called and I turned immediately.
"Yes?"
"What happened to your arm?" She pointed at my cast and I was momentarily caught off guard.
"I broke it," I said quickly. "My shoulder. Walked in a wall," I said with a light, humourless chuckle. She didn't know that what followed this 'break' was the permanent break of my heart.
"Get well soon," she said finally and I smiled leaving, closing the door behind me.
I dropped my smile, rounded a corner and bumped into Zig.
"Whoops-" he said as I squeezed shut my eyes and clenched my teeth to contain the pain that shot on my left side.
I think I teared up. I blinked a few times and gave Zig a tight smile before heading to the door.
"We'll see you again?" Zig asked as I opened the front door.
I looked back at him and smiled. "Certainly. Of course."
I then left, closing the door gently behind me.
I remember needing to head to a hospital to change the cast because I could feel it get wet with blood.
Then maybe I'd grab something to eat.
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A/N: Still a lot is coming up... What do you think?
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<▪▪Welcome▪▪>
I stood in front of a golden 16 and tried to put on a friendly face. So I smiled widely but thought I looked ridiculous. So I tightened my smile, but then I thought- why should I be smiling at all? I was supposed to meet someone who was mourning a loved one.
But Audrey told me so many times that when I didn't smile I looked like a charming serial killer, which she said made me seem only scarier. It was a compliment to me at that time. I smiled faintly feeling the warmth of the memory thaw my insides.
I dropped the smile and rang the bell.
Once.
Twice.
Thr-
The door opened revealing a tall, well-built guy with nothing but a towel on his waist and a long brown leather necklace hanging on his chest with a rectangular, metal pendant. His wet, dark-brown hair was standing, while his hazel eyes were fixed on me.
Ha. Ben should've seen this.
"Good morning." I stated formally, but the guy's eyes were still stuck on me. I looked behind me and cleared my throat.
He stuck out his hand and grinned. "Good morning. Of course. Please come in." He said taking a side.
Wasn't it weird that he let me in?
I narrowed my eyes at his super enthusiastic smile and almost grimaced, but made sure I didn't disclose my dislike.
Here I was Romeo, not Julius Caesar.
I needed to remember that.
I sat on the nearest couch and he sat on the one facing mine.
"I am sorry I appeared out of nowhere. Without any formalities." I started chuckling. "But I am a family friend of Sam and I would really like to meet her."
"Ah. Of course. Yeah. She's just...not her best nowadays. She trapped herself in her room since she got the news-" He said slowly, pushing back his wet hair.
"Oh?" I feigned surprise. Of course, her father's death must have been disastrous for her.
"I'm sorry, but she told me not to tell anybody and simply tell any of her visitors that she'll be okay in a while." He had an apologetic smile on.
I nodded slowly. "Of course I want nothing but her comfort." I felt a little disappointed but knew that not insisting would make it look less suspicious.
"But like if it's really urgent I can go tell her-" He cocked an eyebrow.
"You can?" I said with a smile.
Now we were talking.
"Yeah. But like first, shouldn't you introduce yourself? I mean, I need to tell her who is waiting for her, you know-" he said flustering and I almost rolled my eyes.
"See, the problem is that I don't think she'll remember me-" I started with a sympathetic tsk.
"All the same then, but it won't hurt if you tell me your name-" He was smiling innocently while I threatened myself vigorously not to do something rash such as the usual- killing him.
"Romeo."
"Zig," he said. "It's nice to meet you."
I smiled. "So...will you tell her that a family friend needs to talk to her?" I said urgently.
He smiled in response before getting up and rounding a corner. While he was at it, I took out a cigarette and lit it.
I inhaled. Kept it in. Exhaled. I then flicked the cigarette on the ashtray on the coffee table in front of me, before I heard the thumping of footsteps.
I killed my cigarette and stood up as Sam came in. Her jet black hair was held up in a messy bun, her nose and cheeks were red. And she was dressed in a big T-shirt and baggy pyjama pants.
She narrowed her eyes on me, hesitated for a moment, then approached me. She then turned to glare at Zig who was now dressed in a shirt and sweatpants.
She turned to me. Her piercing dark brown eyes stared into mine.
"Who the hell are you? And who gave you the bloody permission to smoke in my place?!" She said out of nowhere with furrowed brows and pursed lips. I was, to be quiet honest, shocked.
"I am a family fr-"
"I don't wanna hear your bullshit! You should've been there for him before any of that happened!" She said loudly and Zig winced.
"I say, let me prepare both of y'all some orange jui-"
"Zig!" She snapped and he retreated.
"It's very important-" I tried getting a word in, but she was a fountain of anger, profanities and recklessness.
"Then spit it out!" She hissed, her fierceness daggers in my direction.
"It's about you and your dad," I said softly trying not to lose my patience.
I solemnly swear I wasn't here to harm her.
"My dad? Why would there be anything about him? I-" She looked confused as she placed a hand on her hips. Her attitude was sorry.
"Excuse me, please," I interjected with a strong voice. "I am not here to harm or disturb you. If you do not like what I'm going to inform you, then you can whatever you wish with me later."
She scratched her head, pursed her lips, cursed under her breath, and then shrugged. "Follow me."
I breathed out in relief. Problem was that I was sure that if I couldn't get to her in a good way, Father would get to her in his ways.
And you very well know them.
I looked at Zig who seemed perplexed, winked at him then followed her into apparently her room.
I closed the door behind us and took in the room. It was surprisingly neat. A big bed to the side next to a huge window with plants on the sill. A huge desk in the centre with books stacked neatly and sticky notes randomly stuck on the wall above it. There were even a kettle, mugs and tea bags on her bedside table.
Meticulous.
She cleared her throat and sat on her bed gesturing to me to sit on a chair in front of her desk. I shuffled quickly and sat there.
"Do you want a tea?" She asked calmly, turning on the kettle.
I motioned for her to stop. "No-"
"Okay, then it's only for me," she said quickly, grabbing a tea bag and placing it into a used mug.
"What did you want?" She asked and I bit my tongue. Her attitude was getting on my nerves, but I had to be careful.
"Well. It happens that your father is a very established businessman."
"Mhm."
"He definitely has made enemies."
"So? I don't care about that old man's shit. Don't involve-"
"You don't get to chose whether or not to get involved." I finally said, giving her a sharp glare that shut her up. I had had just enough of her blathering. And my time was my number one priority.
She shifted a bit then crossed her legs as her mismatched socked feet moved up and down. Woollen green and blue socks.
"You are simply in danger. And honestly, I have absolutely no time-" I continued, but she had the nerve to interrupt me again.
"Hang on a sec." She raised a palm, uncrossed her legs, switched off the kettle and poured steaming water into her mug. "Just about when the story gets spicy, I gotta have my cup of tea," she said to no one in particular.
I clenched my teeth.
"I am sorry. You may carry on." She nodded curtly.
I looked down forcing away all the vile things I could have thrown in her direction. "I was saying, I have no time to tell you who I really am or how do I know, but you have to trust me. I solely seek your safety."
I looked up at her. She was sipping on her tea with eyes focused on me.
"So you're trying to tell me that a bunch of people would want me dead for nothing?" she said raising her eyebrows.
"Not for nothing," I said slowly. "Your father stole documents from a company- Gorj, and that just-"
"Hey, hey, I don't understand the gibberish you're saying. Please downgrade to my level." She waved a hand in my direction with a scowl on her face.
I sighed. This sure wasn't as easy as I expected. "Your father-" I said strongly. "-was holding very important documents against Gorg- a company's name. And he got murdered for it. If you can tell me where they are now, I can deal with those who want them and take you completely out of the picture. Or you can wait for them to find you and torture you for them."
She frowned. "I don't know shit about my dad. Honey, I, his daughter, talk to him, if it's my lucky year, once in a year. How do you expect me to know about something like that?" She slammed the mug on her bedside table.
The way she was talking about her dad, I was quite surprised she was mourning his loss.
"Then you have to ask. I'm sure you can contact his acquaintances or-"
"Are you crazy? Didn't you understand what I just said?" She said loudly looking at me with wide eyes.
"But that's your life!" I argued.
"I'm not sure that's your purpose Mr.-"
"Romeo," I said quickly.
"You're here for the documents-" she deadpanned.
"-which will help me save your life! It's all the same thing. Can't you see?"
She got up and I followed suit.
"See. I know I could use a distraction, but this is just crazy! For all, I know this could be some sick prank that I'm a part of. So I'll ask you politely to get the fuck out of here!"
And that was it.
"Does it look like I am joking to you?" I shouted at her angrily, staring into her dull, brown eyes. She shut up.
She took a deep breath, looked down then looked up again this time with tears in her eyes.
My eyes widened a bit.
"See. I'm sorry. But my father and I don't talk because of the consequences of his so 'important' job. I can't handle hearing that my life would simply be another consequence. That would jus-just-" She paused, wiping away tears with shaky fingers. "I wouldn't know how to handle that."
I sighed. I couldn't deal with crying women. So I stepped closer to her and awkwardly patted her shoulder. To me, crying women were an uncontainable disaster.
"I didn't mean to trouble you, but you cannot run away from that. And be sure that I'll be here to help you. As I've mentioned earlier." I sighed and stepped back.
She was flushing red. She then shook her head and smiled.
I think she looked oddly pretty.
"Okay. I'll do what you want me to do, but please give me some time to let this sink in. It's a bit too much-" Her voice was low and polite.
I shook my head. "Understandably. I'll give you my phone number so that you can interact with me whenever you are ready. But remember the sooner we begin the less danger your life will be in."
She nodded again and headed to her desk grabbing a pen and a sticky note. She handed them to me and I scribbled my number on it (a new one because I got rid of the old SIM card. I wouldn't want Father to track me).
I handed it to her and she took it smiling. "I'll call you," she said simply before I finally turned to open her bedroom's door.
"Romeo!" she called and I turned immediately.
"Yes?"
"What happened to your arm?" She pointed at my cast and I was momentarily caught off guard.
"I broke it," I said quickly. "My shoulder. Walked in a wall," I said with a light, humourless chuckle. She didn't know that what followed this 'break' was the permanent break of my heart.
"Get well soon," she said finally and I smiled leaving, closing the door behind me.
I dropped my smile, rounded a corner and bumped into Zig.
"Whoops-" he said as I squeezed shut my eyes and clenched my teeth to contain the pain that shot on my left side.
I think I teared up. I blinked a few times and gave Zig a tight smile before heading to the door.
"We'll see you again?" Zig asked as I opened the front door.
I looked back at him and smiled. "Certainly. Of course."
I then left, closing the door gently behind me.
I remember needing to head to a hospital to change the cast because I could feel it get wet with blood.
Then maybe I'd grab something to eat.
***
A/N: Still a lot is coming up... What do you think?
WelcomeI stood in front of a golden 16 and tried to put on a friendly face. So I smiled widely but thought I looked ridiculous. So I tightened my smile, but then I thought- why should I be smiling at all? I was supposed to meet someone who was mourning a loved one.But Audrey told me so many times that when I didn't smile I looked like a charming serial killer, which she said made me seem only scarier. It was a compliment to me at that time. I smiled faintly feeling the warmth of the memory thaw my insides.I dropped the smile and rang the bell.Once.Twice.Thr-The door opened revealing a tall, well-built guy with nothing but a towel on his waist and a long brown leather necklace hanging on his chest with a rectangular, metal pendant. His wet, dark-brown hair was standing, while his hazel eyes were fixed on me.Ha. Ben should've seen this."Good morning." I stated formally, but the guy's eyes were still stuck on me. I looked behind me and cleared my throat.He stuck out his hand and grinned. "Good morning. Of course. Please come in." He said taking a side.Wasn't it weird that he let me in?I narrowed my eyes at his super enthusiastic smile and almost grimaced, but made sure I didn't disclose my dislike.Here I was Romeo, not Julius Caesar.I needed to remember that.I sat on the nearest couch and he sat on the one facing mine."I am sorry I appeared out of nowhere. Without any formalities." I started chuckling. "But I am a family friend of Sam and I would really like to meet her.""Ah. Of course. Yeah. She's just...not her best nowadays. She trapped herself in her room since she got the news-" He said slowly, pushing back his wet hair."Oh?" I feigned surprise. Of course, her father's death must have been disastrous for her."I'm sorry, but she told me not to tell anybody and simply tell any of her visitors that she'll be okay in a while." He had an apologetic smile on.I nodded slowly. "Of course I want nothing but her comfort." I felt a little disappointed but knew that not insisting would make it look less suspicious."But like if it's really urgent I can go tell her-" He cocked an eyebrow."You can?" I said with a smile.Now we were talking."Yeah. But like first, shouldn't you introduce yourself? I mean, I need to tell her who is waiting for her, you know-" he said flustering and I almost rolled my eyes."See, the problem is that I don't think she'll remember me-" I started with a sympathetic tsk."All the same then, but it won't hurt if you tell me your name-" He was smiling innocently while I threatened myself vigorously not to do something rash such as the usual- killing him."Romeo.""Zig," he said. "It's nice to meet you."I smiled. "So...will you tell her that a family friend needs to talk to her?" I said urgently.He smiled in response before getting up and rounding a corner. While he was at it, I took out a cigarette and lit it.I inhaled. Kept it in. Exhaled. I then flicked the cigarette on the ashtray on the coffee table in front of me, before I heard the thumping of footsteps.I killed my cigarette and stood up as Sam came in. Her jet black hair was held up in a messy bun, her nose and cheeks were red. And she was dressed in a big T-shirt and baggy pyjama pants.She narrowed her eyes on me, hesitated for a moment, then approached me. She then turned to glare at Zig who was now dressed in a shirt and sweatpants.She turned to me. Her piercing dark brown eyes stared into mine."Who the hell are you? And who gave you the bloody permission to smoke in my place?!" She said out of nowhere with furrowed brows and pursed lips. I was, to be quiet honest, shocked."I am a family fr-""I don't wanna hear your bullshit! You should've been there for him before any of that happened!" She said loudly and Zig winced."I say, let me prepare both of y'all some orange jui-""Zig!" She snapped and he retreated."It's very important-" I tried getting a word in, but she was a fountain of anger, profanities and recklessness."Then spit it out!" She hissed, her fierceness daggers in my direction."It's about you and your dad," I said softly trying not to lose my patience.I solemnly swear I wasn't here to harm her."My dad? Why would there be anything about him? I-" She looked confused as she placed a hand on her hips. Her attitude was sorry."Excuse me, please," I interjected with a strong voice. "I am not here to harm or disturb you. If you do not like what I'm going to inform you, then you can whatever you wish with me later."She scratched her head, pursed her lips, cursed under her breath, and then shrugged. "Follow me."I breathed out in relief. Problem was that I was sure that if I couldn't get to her in a good way, Father would get to her in his ways.And you very well know them.I looked at Zig who seemed perplexed, winked at him then followed her into apparently her room.I closed the door behind us and took in the room. It was surprisingly neat. A big bed to the side next to a huge window with plants on the sill. A huge desk in the centre with books stacked neatly and sticky notes randomly stuck on the wall above it. There were even a kettle, mugs and tea bags on her bedside table.Meticulous.She cleared her throat and sat on her bed gesturing to me to sit on a chair in front of her desk. I shuffled quickly and sat there."Do you want a tea?" She asked calmly, turning on the kettle.I motioned for her to stop. "No-""Okay, then it's only for me," she said quickly, grabbing a tea bag and placing it into a used mug."What did you want?" She asked and I bit my tongue. Her attitude was getting on my nerves, but I had to be careful."Well. It happens that your father is a very established businessman.""Mhm.""He definitely has made enemies.""So? I don't care about that old man's shit. Don't involve-""You don't get to chose whether or not to get involved." I finally said, giving her a sharp glare that shut her up. I had had just enough of her blathering. And my time was my number one priority.She shifted a bit then crossed her legs as her mismatched socked feet moved up and down. Woollen green and blue socks."You are simply in danger. And honestly, I have absolutely no time-" I continued, but she had the nerve to interrupt me again."Hang on a sec." She raised a palm, uncrossed her legs, switched off the kettle and poured steaming water into her mug. "Just about when the story gets spicy, I gotta have my cup of tea," she said to no one in particular.I clenched my teeth."I am sorry. You may carry on." She nodded curtly.I looked down forcing away all the vile things I could have thrown in her direction. "I was saying, I have no time to tell you who I really am or how do I know, but you have to trust me. I solely seek your safety."I looked up at her. She was sipping on her tea with eyes focused on me."So you're trying to tell me that a bunch of people would want me dead for nothing?" she said raising her eyebrows."Not for nothing," I said slowly. "Your father stole documents from a company- Gorj, and that just-""Hey, hey, I don't understand the gibberish you're saying. Please downgrade to my level." She waved a hand in my direction with a scowl on her face.I sighed. This sure wasn't as easy as I expected. "Your father-" I said strongly. "-was holding very important documents against Gorg- a company's name. And he got murdered for it. If you can tell me where they are now, I can deal with those who want them and take you completely out of the picture. Or you can wait for them to find you and torture you for them."She frowned. "I don't know shit about my dad. Honey, I, his daughter, talk to him, if it's my lucky year, once in a year. How do you expect me to know about something like that?" She slammed the mug on her bedside table.The way she was talking about her dad, I was quite surprised she was mourning his loss."Then you have to ask. I'm sure you can contact his acquaintances or-""Are you crazy? Didn't you understand what I just said?" She said loudly looking at me with wide eyes."But that's your life!" I argued."I'm not sure that's your purpose Mr.-""Romeo," I said quickly."You're here for the documents-" she deadpanned."-which will help me save your life! It's all the same thing. Can't you see?"She got up and I followed suit."See. I know I could use a distraction, but this is just crazy! For all, I know this could be some sick prank that I'm a part of. So I'll ask you politely to get the fuck out of here!"And that was it."Does it look like I am joking to you?" I shouted at her angrily, staring into her dull, brown eyes. She shut up.She took a deep breath, looked down then looked up again this time with tears in her eyes.My eyes widened a bit."See. I'm sorry. But my father and I don't talk because of the consequences of his so 'important' job. I can't handle hearing that my life would simply be another consequence. That would jus-just-" She paused, wiping away tears with shaky fingers. "I wouldn't know how to handle that."I sighed. I couldn't deal with crying women. So I stepped closer to her and awkwardly patted her shoulder. To me, crying women were an uncontainable disaster."I didn't mean to trouble you, but you cannot run away from that. And be sure that I'll be here to help you. As I've mentioned earlier." I sighed and stepped back.She was flushing red. She then shook her head and smiled.I think she looked oddly pretty."Okay. I'll do what you want me to do, but please give me some time to let this sink in. It's a bit too much-" Her voice was low and polite.I shook my head. "Understandably. I'll give you my phone number so that you can interact with me whenever you are ready. But remember the sooner we begin the less danger your life will be in."She nodded again and headed to her desk grabbing a pen and a sticky note. She handed them to me and I scribbled my number on it a new one because I got rid of the old SIM card. I wouldn't want Father to track me.I handed it to her and she took it smiling. "I'll call you," she said simply before I finally turned to open her bedroom's door."Romeo!" she called and I turned immediately."Yes?""What happened to your arm?" She pointed at my cast and I was momentarily caught off guard."I broke it," I said quickly. "My shoulder. Walked in a wall," I said with a light, humourless chuckle. She didn't know that what followed this 'break' was the permanent break of my heart."Get well soon," she said finally and I smiled leaving, closing the door behind me.I dropped my smile, rounded a corner and bumped into Zig."Whoops-" he said as I squeezed shut my eyes and clenched my teeth to contain the pain that shot on my left side.I think I teared up. I blinked a few times and gave Zig a tight smile before heading to the door."We'll see you again?" Zig asked as I opened the front door.I looked back at him and smiled. "Certainly. Of course."I then left, closing the door gently behind me.I remember needing to head to a hospital to change the cast because I could feel it get wet with blood.Then maybe I'd grab something to eat.***A/N: Still a lot is coming up... What do you think?
