Homicide On The Loose

Chapter 16

"So, where will I be sleeping for the night?" Amelia asked the both of us which got me thinking, where will she be sleeping tonight? I looked at Liam and he has a playful look on his face like he was planning something devious in his head.

"You can sleep in the guest room while Leyla and I will sleep in our room where we sleep every night, right darling?" I gave him a-what-look and in return, he just continued smiling at me and putting a hand on my shoulder. Even his hand is heavy. I know that as an engaged couple we should sleep together but as you know, we're not.

He faked a yawn, "We should head to bed now, it's getting pretty late," I gave him a look which means I'm-going-to-kill-you-in-your-sleep but I didn't think he got it as he smiled at Amelia. And Amelia, who is oblivious of our situation, smiled at the both of us.

"Come on, Amelia. Let us show you to your room," he dragged me along with him and his heavy hand still on my shoulder. We head upstairs, there were three bedrooms upstairs. The master bedroom, which was on the right is Liam's room, while mine, well not exactly my room, but the room that I have been staying in is the second door on the left.

Liam opened the first door on the right and said, "Amelia, this is your room," it revealed a white room with light brown furnitures, just like mine. Amelia like a good guest that she is, jumped on the bed and screamed out, "Yes!"

Liam looks amused. She remembered that we were still in the room, "Hah, you guys are still here. Why don't you two lovebirds head to your own bedroom now, okay?" she pushed us and closed the door in our own faces. I bet Liam has never had to experience that.

"I'm going to sleep now," I tried to escape to my own room but Liam pulled me back and placing both of his hands on both of my shoulders, "Not so fast, Leyla," he said which annoyes me so much. Even one hand is super heavy and now, he's placing both of his hands. What has he been eating?

He opened the door to his bedroom, it revealed a white room and white everything, "What is this? A hospital?" everything is white! Aren't guys supposed to like the colour black or blue? Not white! I'm not judging, simply just stating my opinion. But seriously though, white?

"My mom made it this way, don't know why. I wanted to change but didn't have the time to," now, that makes more sense. I guess, Margaret wants his bedroom to be as white as snow or as white as a wedding dress, just saying.

"I'm tired," I exclaimed and laid down on the bed. Liam looked at me, "Really, you're tired? What did you do today that had made you tired?"

"I made dinner."

"And you're tired?" he asked me and I nodded. He started laughing, what the hell is his problem? It's not funny and I really am tired. I can't even sleep in my own bedroom. God, can't he get more annoying than that?

"Suit yourself, I'm going to bed," I climbed on the bed and hid myself under the soft duvet. He can think whatever he wants of me, I want to sleep. But at least, I want to read one chapter of Mockingjay before I go to sleep. But I'm too annoyed to even move.

I yawned and turned to my side so that I won't have to face the extremely annoying man in this room. I closed my eyes and felt myself drifting to sleep.

It was dark like pitched-black dark. I can't see anything that is around me. I tried to let my eyes accustomed to the dark and as soon as I am, a bright light had shone directly at me. What is going on? Where am I?

I tried to move but I am tied up on a wooden chair. I took in my surroundings and it seems that I am in a-somewhat-of-an-abandoned-building. Hold on a second, am I being kidnapped?

I heard a man's voice in the distant. He seems to be talking on the phone and talking about money. His back is facing me and I could see that he is a built man. Even watching him from the back seems intimidating, I wonder what he'll look like when he is done with his phone call and finding out that I am awake.