Going to work is never easy especially since I'm now working at a bar, I'm just glad I haven't bumped into anyone I know, the press still hasn't found me or maybe they have but as usual something new and more exciting has happened and they have forgotten all about me. Damien watched me taking a deep breath, I do that when I feel like my day will be terrible.
Wednesdays are not usually for me, I don't like Wednesdays but I don't like Thursdays even more, Anika sent me the rest of my things, which my doorman sent them back to Damien's place. I need to get my own place soon or Damien really will lose his mind, looking at my things, I have more files than clothes. I do need the attic though, it can't be that bad.
"Is the attic really that bad?".
"Yes".
"What if I fixed it?".
"No".
"I need it, to put these".
"I'll put them there for you".
"Thank you, oh, by the way, I'll be moving out soon, I'll stay at a hotel for as long as I need".
"You can stay here, you're jobless, you need to save every penny you can get".
I turned around."I'm not broke, I have my savings".
"Right, of course, you do".
"What? I do".
He just looked at me making me feel like I don't have savings which I do have, I have been working for 7 years and I have been saving my allowance for the last 10 years. I put aside all the Hangman files, I put the rest in the box they came with, he watched me making me look up at him and he didn't get shy, instead he folded his arms, only if he smiles, he would look more attractive.
"They are heavy so be....".He lifted up the box."Careful".
He put them down, unlocking the door to the attic, why is the door locked? He pulled the steps down and he took the box holding it up, he got in. I looked up trying to see what's inside and nothing, it's dark in there, how can he move in there? And it went quiet, no movements, nothing, that attic is probably haunted.
"Damien?".And nothing."Damien? You're not funny".Still nothing."Damien! I am going to scream!".Still nothing."Damien!".
"What?".
He looked down at me probably lying on his stomach, I screamed."Do that again, I will punch you in the throat".
"What? Why?".
"You scared me! Didn't you hear me call you?".
He walked down."No".
I just looked at him, he closed the door locking it again."Why do you lock the attic doors?".
"The owner of the building asked me to lock it, just in case I have guests over".
"You have guests over?".
He looked around then stood a bit firmer."Yes".
That did crack me up, there's no way he has ever had guests over, he doesn't even know how to treat me, now can you imagine other people? Impossible. He just stood there staring at me, waiting for me to stop laughing but once I start, it takes time before I can actually stop, he does find me annoying.
Kyle gave me the whole Thursday off and I spent the whole day asking Damien questions he clearly has no intentions of answering, we live together. I might as well know everything about him or not seeing as he is not answering any of them.
"Why don't you have a phone?".
"Olwethu, do you ever stop with the questions?".
"No, where are you originally from?".
"Mars, I'm an alien sent here to spy on the human race".
I gasped holding my chest."No ways, UFO is so gonna pay me millions for you".
He sighed and I bit my lower lip sitting back on the couch, okay but seriously, what are we going to do the whole day? There's no TV, he has no wifi and there's no magazines, I stood up and his eyes stood up with me. It's hot, I went to the kitchen and made something to eat, he doesn't even have groceries and well, he did say wee don't cook.
I sat down at the counter rereading my notes, eating my sandwich, he turned around watching me making me choke on it, I looked up and he just sat there watching me.
"You tryna kill me?".
"You seriously not gonna make me a sandwich too?".
"I thought you don't eat".He just looked at me."You do?".
He didn't say anything and I went back to my sandwich, he stood up and walked up to me, standing besides me, I'm gonna kill him, I hate being stared at. He then pulled the chair and sat down still staring at me, I put down the sandwich and stood up also making him one.
"We do eat".
"Thank you".
"You're welcome".He also read my notes, I turned them over."These are private".
"It's not like you have it figured out".
"You're very rude".
"Blunt".
"Rude".
"No, I'm not, I'm the sweetest person you ever gonna meet".
"And I own a dinosaur".
He just looked at me and he stopped eating."You do?"
"You really suck at these things".
"What?".
"Nothing, I'm glad you're just as clueless as I am".
He took a bite on the sandwich before it actually sink in."Clueless? I'm not clueless".
"No, of course not".
He just looked at me and I bursted into laughter, I like Damien and I'm definitely staying here till everything dies down. My phone rang, I looked down at it and dad is calling me, I turned it over and it stopped ringing, not today, I really am having a great day, maybe tomorrow.
I watched the news and there's my picture looking all fine and shit, the headlines are ruining my picture. I'm still the bad guy and no they haven't forgotten about me, Annabelle hasn't forgotten about me and how can she when I'm thee best there is, that did make me chuckle making Damien just stare at me, he probably thinks I'm crazy and yes, I am.
