Annabeth
"You are going to keep your promise to kill me, right?" I ask him.
He doesn't say anything or nods. He looks away instead and I feel like he's going to say something I won't like.
"Right?" I ask again.
He lets out a groan.
"I never promised I was going to kill you, actually."
"What?! But you promised me."
I cannot believe what I heard. He promised me he would kill me.
"I don't regard you as someone who would break his promises, Darren." I simply take his promise, believing he would really kill me after I tell him my story but he choose to not honoring his own words? What. The. Heck. Maybe he doesn't want to taint his hands, killing somone like me.
I notice a cliff ahead of me. Okay. If he doesn't have the guts to do this, I'll do this myself.
I stride past him. A hand grabs my left arm to stop me. I try to break his contact but well, he is absolutely stonger than me.
"Oh no you don't, sweetheart."
"What?! You break your promise and don't you dare sweetheart me!" I snap at him.
"Do you remember what that promise was about, sweetheart?" He gives me his cocky grin. This man is impossible.
"I told you. Do not 'sweetheart' me! I am not your sweetheart! I remember our promise well, not like you. You promised to kill me and since you just don't have the guts to do it, I'll simply kill myself!" I think I might be screaming at him this time.
"I didn't break my promise, sweetheart.. I'm the man who always keeps my words."
"Good. Now you're going to kill me?"
"I did promise you. But I actually never promised to kill you."
"What do you mean?! I remember you promised me."
"I promised to do something about you. I have never promised to kill you."
"Now I'm thinking what we'll do about you." He continues.
"You can't do that! If you don't kill me, they will find me and drag me home and..and..I have to.. " I can't imagine what they'll do to me once they found me. I can't believe he says that simply because of all person, he knows what happened to me. I don't think there is other things to do to end this suffering except for me to die. Things might get better.
"There is another solution."
"No, there isn't. Why are you making up things?"
"Let's go to the house. It's getting dark. You don't want to be here when it's dark."
"Why is that?"
"You want to know? Why don't you stay here and find out yourself?"
"It's that bad?"
"So you're staying here or you'll follow me to the house?"
"Are there a lot of wild animals here?"
"What are you thinking?"
"Maybe I'll let them kill and eat me?"
"You want to die a slow, agonizing death?"
Ok. He has a point. Maybe I should just follow him to the house. Dying in pain is not such a good idea. I prefer a fast, clean way to die. I reckon he has his gun at his mansion and he would probably use it later. Yep. Thats sounds like plan. Follow him there, and he'll know what to do.
"Fine. I'll follow you."
"That is one good decision," he flashes me a grin. And I like it so much. This is not the first time I see his grin. He does that everytime he wins his arguments.
I almost grin too, when his hand take my hand and pull me towards a direction.
"Let's get out of here."
