Reconciliation Vincenzo Au

Chapter 3

We both sat on the leather couch that was situated in the living room.
"What are you doing in my house?" I asked, clearly angry and it seemed like he took the hint too.
"Well this was my house." He spoke.
"Wait was? Oh so you previously owned this place. Aren't you supposed to be like... six feet underground." I got up from the couch. "Are you a ghost? That's sad..."

He laughed. "No I'm still alive."
I laughed along, letting my guard down with this stranger. I wasn't laughing at my not funny joke, I was laughing at his laugh. It was just the laugh that you'll uncontrollably laugh with.
"Ahahahaha that's funny... now get out of my penthouse, I wanna go sleep."
"Well I never typically sold this penthouse, everyone thought I was dead so just sold it off. Therefore... it's still my penthouse."
"But I paid for it like just yesterday."
"But it's still my house."

We quarrelled for a little longer, using the same argument for each side. At this point I was about to pass out since we had this debate going on for 3 hours. We were saying the same stuff repeated over and over again, like a song chorus.

"How about this, you sleep in the guest room, ok?" I spoke.
"I want my master bedroom back, it was always my room." He argued.
"I'm younger than you."
He scoffed, he walked a bit closer to me so I stepped a bit back. "How old?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"14."
"Damn damn you do not look 14 I thought you were 39." He busted out into a fit of laughter.
"Ouch... OLD MAN WHAT YOU SAID WAS NOT OK!!!!" I karate chopped his neck.
He gasped in pain before place a hand on the area I hit and messaged his neck.
I crossed my arms and frowned.

"What's a 14 year old doing, living in a house like this with no family?"
"What's a ex-Ceo doing alive when he should be in a coffin six feet deep?"
"Well you see, it was a murder attempt and I got out of it alive.... because-"
"Yeah.... erm.... I don't care anymore."

I walked to my bedroom and luckily the man didn't follow. Why did I let a fallen Ceo stay in my penthouse, it doesn't matter if he used to live here. What if he attempts to murder me. I should call the police. I picked up my phone and slid to emergency call. "But wouldn't I be in trouble too... like they would think why a 14 year old is living here by herself." I whispered to myself. I groaned in frustration before throwing my phone on the night stand. I walked to the bedroom door and locked it just incase the man would try to come in, he broke into my penthouse therefore it gives me the reason to not trust him. As I approached my king sized bed, I plopped myself onto of the comfy duvets and fell asleep within 30 seconds, but who's counting.

I woke up in the middle of the night to a thud. I picked up my phone, 3:45am. It displayed on the blinding screen. "Who is-" I grabbed my lamp that lay on the night stand and walked to the bedroom door. I slowly open the lock and then door, followed to where the sound was coming from, which unsurprisingly was the living room.

As I entered the lit room, the lamp dropped out of my hand due to a shock wave hitting me. There, in the middle of the room, lay the spear of atonement. "What the fuck-" I spoke.

The man, who's name I still did not know, eyes drifted to me. "Hmm well this was what my assassination weapon was... so I can use it." He shrugged.
"But it's making a mess... also... why is there fresh blood on it?" I asked.
"Might as well make use of it. I need to get revenge." He laughed

I don't think think I'm dealing with an ex-Ceo, I think I'd dealing with a crazy ex-Ceo.
"Well then... sir... you do you but make sure to not put me as your test subject. Also pipe the fuck down it's 3:45am." I turned my back and proceeded to walk back to my room.

"Wait."  He called out to me.
"Yes?" I spoke.
"You're.. You're not afraid?."

"If I'm afraid then everyone will see my weakness, I've learnt to muster up all my fear and... throw them away."

"So you're not afraid of anything, not even death?"
"Yeah... I'm not afraid of death but I don't want to die, ." The silence suffocated me. "What about you.... are you afraid of it?"
He he looked at me. "I wasn't till I experienced it." His eyes began to tear up but his expression turned to a sinister one, and it was more like anger tears. "I begged him to let me live, but he left me to die. He's a monster."

"Have you killed anyone?" He was taken off guard by my question.

"Yes."

"Did you feel guilty?"

I got no answer.