Traitorous Love

Chapter 54- A Message

I haven't slept in days. Anxiety and fear coat my everyday movements. Every creak, every sound, every tiny movement, every shadow, spikes my blood pressure and I reach for the button, only to calm myself down and force myself to see reason. It's been 28 days since I've been here and while things kind of suck not everything is terrible. Despite the constant fear for my life, I've enjoyed the solidarity. It's given me time to heal, to think, to be in my thoughts, and to get back into reading.

.... god, who am I kidding this is terrible. There is no one to talk too, Aizawa rarely answers my phone when I call him through a burner I found on a desk. He used to answer me every time I called, but now he only answers occasionally, and when he does answer he yells at me for being annoying.

I've talked to mom and dad a little. She tells me that she and dad are at home and that things are pretty normal, besides the fact that "their little girl is being hunted by villains". It was weird hearing them say that, but this new found showing of love is weird for all of us. I almost told mom that she was wrong when she said villains making baseless threats. I decided not to, considering that our relationship was getting better.

There has been no update about Hawks. The news about him has been kept well under wraps; the commissions don't want the world to know that a hero as well known as him is a traitor. I think the real truth is that it makes the commissions look really bad and unreliable... which is true, they are unreliable.

The worst part is that i'm just sitting here. I'm just sitting here while everyone is doing the work to get Hawks' ass back here. I hate not being able to do anything, especially since I feel somewhat responsible for how far it got. 

I walk out of my room to the empty house. It's bright outside, like it has been for the past week. I go to the kitchen in my pajamas, looking like a rat for reference, and grab a cup and started the coffee pot. The smell of freshly brewed coffee was the best way to start my morning. I stood there watching the coffee drip slowly into my cup, the highlight of my day.

Eventually after what seemed like forever, I straightened out my hair so it was a little more manageable and sat on the couch with my coffee and read the book I was currently reading about manipulation tactics and how to spot it. Mom had made someone drop it off and I've been reading it since.

It talks about the many different ways a person can manipulate; the different forms that a person would personify if they were trying to seduce them and while it is interesting, all it does is make me realize that Keigo is none of these types. I've read this thing over and over again, filled it with notes and annotations, and yet, there is not a single bit of evidence that would lead me to think that he had tried to be one of these eight or nine types of manipulators.

Maybe he's just so good that I can't even tell the difference between the manipulation and the truth, if there was any truth that is.

After draining the cup I get up and get into the shower. The pressure sucks, so it's not long before I'm out and in comfy clothes again. I would work out, but I've been liking working out at night, because usually I'm so tired that I crash, and sleep so well.

I sit at the table and start doing homework that was waiting for me today. I think someone comes in and drops it off in the middle of the night because somedays, like today, I see there is an extra assignment on my already huge pile of papers. It freaks me out that some random guy is coming inside while I'm sleeping and handing me homework of all things. 

Fuck you Aizawa.

A few hours go by before I realize that I'm pretty hungry. I take the left overs from yesterday and heat it up in the microwave. It's just silence besides the whirring of the microwave. Seconds later, it beeps and then that was it. That's the only sound there is I'm in a prison. This place has no wifi, terrible showers, and overall, feels like a jail cell... that's furnished really nicely. Contemplating how my life got here I eat my really gross leftovers.

Suddenly there is a sound, a creak rather, coming from my bathroom. It sounded like when I step on the one part of the floor that is creaky, but everything else is fine. I brush it off, ignoring the suddenly fast pace of my heart. It's normal for things to creak in the house, it's just settling, but even though I know that it's unnerving.

Hours go by, nothing new besides the sun shower that happened at three. I ended up reading the psychology book another two times front to back before getting ready for a work out. As I walked to my room I heard a thump, like something -or someone- had bumped into the wooden desk. Quietly I stepped closer and closer to my bedroom, avoiding the spots that creak, I made it to right in front of my bedroom. I sensed for vibrations but got no feedback. My heart raced at the different scenarios forming in my head, most of them involving Dabi. I slammed the door open ready to fight and.... Nothing.

Everything was set exactly how I had left it, the bed unmade, a few dishes on the table, my laundry filling the hamper because I haven't done my laundry in almost two weeks. Everything is the same, but there is this feeling of uncertainty. Something was definitely different, but I can't figure it out. I look around the room, trying to look for something out of the ordinary in the mostly grey room. Anything that has even a little bit of color will stand out. 

I get on the floor to see if maybe there was something to give me any kind of indication of the outside world being here. Suddenly I feel a weird breeze on my face. How odd, considering the AC wasn't on and I hadn't opened the window at all since I stepped foot into this room. I stand and the window was slightly open. Not open enough to allow a human through, but enough to leave a message.  

A message to let me know that they know where I am. 

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Hey! Sorry for the long wait; school is beating me left and right. Hopefully I'll be able to update more often. 

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