Let Me Call You Mine

Untitled Part 15

It's quiet.

I mean it's around 4 in the morning what did I expect.

The sound of subdued slurping of noodles and chopsticks hitting the ceramic bowl resonates through the place. I feel like I've been awake for far too long that my brain's actually thinking this is somewhat nice and at some point in the night- morning rather, a bottle of wine has been brought out into the table.

Which is such an irresponsible thing for me to do because even though I would never admit this out loud but my alcohol tolerance is shit.

Low as it can go.

So after a glass and a half of wine, I find myself loosening up considerably so in the presence of someone like Elijah.

Sober me is speechless.

I'm currently catching my breath from laughing too much over something he said that I can't even remember. Elijah's leaning back against his seat looking a lot more relax than 30 minutes ago. But he has this look on his face that I can't quite pinpoint my finger on what it means.

"Are you always this reckless?" Resting my head on my hand, I hum in thought.

"No, not really" I admitted because it's true.

Times like these, where injustice and corruption from the rich roams the country. Being a part of something illegal that could basically get me killed the second I'm caught.

Being reckless is probably the last thing I should be.

"But" I start but the thought continues in my mind.

It's been awhile since I last felt at peace, comfortable even. Ever since I joined the resistance and even when I left, I always felt on edge. Like I constantly had to look over my shoulder and a thing as simple as breathing would result to having me and the entire group killed.

But right now... right now-

"I don't think it's a bad thing" I rest my cheeks heavier against the palm of my hand.

"Do you think it's a bad thing?" He gives me a look that convinces me that he'll say yes.

"Maybe" But then again, I don't know him that well.

I made a small sound of acknowledgement, not really satisfied with his answer but I'm too tired and tipsy to bother with it.

"The offer" My head slips off my hand.

"What?"

"The offer I told you about before, will you accept it?" I stared at him, willing myself and my vision to focus.

"You're making it sound like you gave me an option to choose" He smirks, humming, then leans forward.

"I still wanna hear your thoughts though" I have no thoughts actually.

I'm too skeptical to ask more about whatever this deal is and even in my alcohol induced state, I'm still wary enough to stay clear from mentioning the secret he mentioned before because I'm too much of a coward to confirm what he knows.

My best bet at this point is to play along and figure it out as it goes and this plan downright frightens me because I have no clue what will happen. I have no idea how to act, the limitations and what I should do. 

Clearly, one wrong move can not only get me killed but also Lucas and the entire resistance. 

And I don't know about you guys but I do not want the death of all those people weigh me further down into hell.

"I honestly don't know what to think" I said, half dodging the question and half playing safe.

"You're not gonna ask anything?" 

"Again, you're making it look like I have an option to back out" And even if I did, I need to figure out what secret he knows.

He leans back again looking deep in thought. Jaw clicking as he looks down at his bowl of half eaten noodles.

"If I were to strangle you, what would you feel?" I gave him a flat look.

"I don't think anybody would appreciate being strangled" 

"Exactly" He looks up to meet my eyes, gaze heavy and there's a somewhat suffocating silence that wraps around us.

"Are you always this reckless?" He asks again after awhile and the question knocks the air out of me at least enough to sober me up.

"No, not really" I replied and it feels like we're repeating the lines from earlier but with a different weight to it.

"The hallucinations, it can get quite" He lifts both eyebrows as he finds the right word to describe it.

"Severe" He finishes with a small humourless smile.

"And I just thought that I should let you know that" I stared at him in slight disbelief because this bastard is making this situation seem like I have an option to back out.

"Is that a threat?" I asked, frowning because what the actual fuck. If that was a threat I don't think I have enough braincells to stop myself from downright strangling him.

"No"

"It's a warning" He pushes the chair back and stands up.

The sun's beginning to rise, streaks of light slowly creeping into the room. Normally at this time the atmosphere's mostly calm and peaceful.

Right now however it's anything but that.

"I'll see you around darling" He offers another smirk before taking his leave.

"I'll give it a month" I call out to him on a whim.

I refuse to be a slave to his own rules. The fuck does he think he is. I'm a slave to no one.

Not to this country.

Not to the resistance.

And most definitely not to him.

He stops in his tracks and turns to look at me, hair falling into his face as he tilts his head, frowning.

Adorabl-

No

"I'll see how this goes for a month before giving you my thoughts about your offer" I purposely dragged out the word offer which results to his eyebrows twitching into a slight frown but it looks more amused than anything.

"That's not part of the options babe"

"Exactly" I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring at him.

"Which is why I'm putting that option out there" He cocks an eyebrow but says nothing more to contradict it which I'll consider as a win.

"Whatever you say darling" He scrunches up his nose then leaves.

I stared at the closed door, tongue clicking inside my mouth as I sneer at the chunk of wood. I look down at the table, eyes zeroing on his bowl of half eaten noodles, lips curling up in distaste because not only was he such an asshole, but he's also apparently an ungrateful son of a bitch who doesn't know what gratitude tastes like.

"God damn it" I mutter under my breath in defeat, sagging against the chair.

I knew I should've drugged his portion.