𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐭

𝟎𝟑⎮𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐭

["If I have to, then I will. If I don't have to, then I won't]

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His eyes are red, and I feel like the world is spining. He pulls out his phone, looking straight at me. There are various tattoos on his neck, and I wonder, are there any more?

He saw me naked. God, he saw me naked! Despite that, I managed to embarrass myself by showing him that i care what he thinks. I can't do that. I don't want to do that, not with him.

He looks elegant, neat. His golden hair, a little messy, blue eyes, I don't know if I've ever seen that shade. White shirt, black long jacket, black pants, shoes and black gloves as ink.

I see he wants something from me. He wants my help? And I'd rather die than help him.

"How did you manage to climb through the window?" I ask, drewing eyebrows together in confusion.

"Your window isn't that high. Now." he grinned. "You sure know Eliana Young, don't you?" he asked. His perfect accent announced the whole room and I have to wonder if he is real at all.

Eliana Young? That name sounds familiar to me, but I can't remember from where.

"I don't know her." I lied, moving to my bed where I sit. I put my hands behind me, leaning on them. He kept looking at me with those blue eyes that must be as deep as the ocean.

Hunter nodded, smiling. "Of course you know her, she was your maid." he looked around the room.

"I really don't know what you're talking about." That name is becoming more familiar to me, but something in my head can't put two and two together. But right now, I just want him out of my room, out of my house. I don't want to talk to him anymore, unless he is chained to a chair while I slowly break his fingers.

"Do you really not remember her?" He asked, flipping through his phone and then turning it over to me, showing me a clear picture.

I froze. The tingles went through me, and I don't know if I'm shaking or i'm dizzy. That woman, that brown-haired woman with green eyes, a prickly nose and beautiful cheeks. I thought I would never see her again. She is smiling in the photo. Showing her slightly crooked teeth. Her curly hair was on her shoulder, while her eyes looked in a different direction. I don't know what I'm thinking about, what to think about. I'm so confused.

I looked up, and saw Hunter watching me. It's like he's reading me. I kept a cold expression on my face. "I know her. She was my maid when I was little, why does she matter?" I asked, feeling like I could barely breathe.

Hunter moved the phone and put it in his pocket, taking a small breath. "She was killed."

Killed? How? Why? My parents told me that she went to serve another family. They said she left because she wanted to earn more to feed her sick mother.