Down On Her Knees

#chapter 16#

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To earn more, you must learn more.

_____ lover of the dawn.

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Song: Havana by Camila cabello

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The air was completely still and not moving.

It felt like time stopped between us. I tried to regulate my breathing but it took a whole of effort. I couldn't look at my side because i already knew that his eyes is fixed on me. I watch as the number showing on the elevator changes till it hit the second floor and it dinged.

I was surprised. What is he looking for in the editing floor. I thought he is leaving for the night but i was wrong. I was then forced to look at him but his face was just too filled with concern.

For who?

I expected him to leave instantly but his feet still stood there watching me. What is it this time?

I groan inward even though my stupid self want to drag him back and make him stay.

"Are you really okay?" He asked the question like he already know what i feel. I raised my eyebrows. I am still confused here.
My eyes kept flicking to the hallway, praying that nobody should come toward this side and see us staring at each other.

When i didn't answer and just stare in confusion, he seem like he has something in mind because he took two steps toward me, so close to me but he just changed his mind and walked out of the elevator, not uttering another word.

It confused me more. Why is he becoming more strange and mysterious to me? Why can't you just say what you intend to say? I shrugged my shoulder and the elevator door closed and headed to the lobby.

As the door closed, my brain put all the situation together before it clicked with realization.

He is furious about the two girls who spoiled the project. That angry look and that question! It make sense now. I looked at the number but i already reach downstairs. The elevator opened and i quietly walked out , toward the door.

I kept sighing and looking back up at the tall building, my eyes trailing on the part i suppose is the editing floor. He probably went there to express his anger and complicate the matter.

Didn't he know that that will raise more suspicion? What a nosy man!

I board the earliest cab and watch the road to my apartment in peace. I was relieved that i will get to rest and do what i do best : have some night music and a good sleep.

The cab arrived and i alighted from the car and proceed to my floor. It didn't take long before the elevator dinged but i wasn't expecting any of what happened that night.

First of all, i came out of the elevator but the faces that greeted me were so foul and horrible. It's like they want to kill me. They stare out of their doors and watch me with a angry expression. I knew that am not just getting that expression for the first time but i was wondering.

What did I do wrong this time? I haven't even started disturbing your peace and you are already cursing me inward. I eyed them with confusion and just walked away till i got to my door.

My own expression almost match theirs when i pressed the combination but saw that the door was already opened.

What the actual fuck.

Who dare know my passcode let alone enter my apartment? I draw my bag to lean on my shoulder before rolling up my sleeves in preparation to bash that person.

It's not like i could fight or do anything. Don't laugh at me pls.

I slowly opened the door like they always do in action and suspensive movies and walked inside noiselessly. The light was on and i could hear faint music coming from. . .

My room?

Jesus! A robber listening to music? I had to laugh silently before taking steps forward.

Then i heard a low bang in the kitchen. I can't say but i was little relieved that the Thief have let down his guard. My eyes caught the flower vase that i place close to the corner that lead to the kitchen.

My plan is working well. The next thing is to just land this thing on his head and tie him up easily. I gently took it and held it with both of my hands. I already prepared my mind for the worst.

If the robber turned and grab maybe a knife, i will turn and run and shout for help. And if am caught, then what lies next will be my fate.

All hell want to break loose when i prepared my hold and rushed into the kitchen in preparation of smashing it on his head but i stopped midway,

Frozen.

To my surprise and the unexpected,

Standing behind the counter with a glass of wine sitting on it and chopping green vegetables and sorts and a smile on her face, was my little sister, Carla.

" What in the fucking hell are you doing here?"

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