Where are you?

CHAPTER 2 - ( part 2 )

"WHAT ARE YOU HIDING IN HERE?" came the loud voice of some guy. I stood where I was, not bothering anymore to go outside the kitchen to see who it was, the guy was already coming towards me, stomping in the slippers to use inside the house that Maya left near the front door for guests. The guy appeared in the door frame of the kitchen, whose face went from anger and betrayal to utter shock and betrayal. His pitch black eyes would fall out of their sockets if his eyes didn't stop bulging in the next 5 seconds.

He stared at me, eyes bulging and mouth wide open, stared at me like I was the most vulgar, abominable statue he's ever seen in a museum, probably wondering how someone could've come up with this monstrosity. At least that's what his expression expressed to me.

He was tall, taller than me, which offended me a little, I personally hate people who are taller than me, and he was built like a Greek God, toned as hell, curly black hair, thick, dark eyebrows, the lushest dark lips, and I could go on of his godlike features  but the expression on his face was cracking me up a little. And he was an intruder in the house.

"Who the fuck are you?", I asked.

His expression increased tenfold, betrayed as if I just stuck a butter knife inside his buttcheeks for fun.
"WHO THE FUCK AM I?", he exclaimed loudly, shouted to be honest," IM THE OWNER OF THIS HOUSE!"

That didn't faze me," Stop lying. Avni is the owner of this house."
"I gave her this house to use because I bought another. She pays rent!"
"Well, I live here because she brought me here. She's my trainer."
He stared at me again,, this time with the blankest face. And then he left the room.

I followed him out to the living room, he went to a wierd object placed near the door, and picked up a piece of it to put to his ears. Will he kick me out before Avni returns? "Where are you?", he spoke. I guess that's the phone on this world. It's a round metallic globe with a layer of wood chips placed on it. "How am I speaking from your house? Obviously because I'm in your house!"a pause. "Yeah, you better hurry up and come back."

He puts down the wooden chip and saunters to the giant, royal armchair beside the sofa, spreading out with hands behind his head on it and one leg on another, like it was his house, which unfortunately it was. He glares at me with narrowed eyes. I've nothing to say to him, so I just stand on my spot, hands folded to feign confidence I didn't have at the moment, and suddenly find interest in the paintings in the room that I've stared at for hours on hours before. I just hope he doesn't order me to get out, because even if I don't want to, i will, because I just am like that. So I don't move an inch, not wanting to trigger him further.

"Is there any food?" He asks, closing his eyes.
"Yeah, there might be a sandwich or two."
His eyes snap open, "She made sandwiches? For you too? What the fuck is happening here? Fine, bring me one." What was he even saying?

I feel like his servant going into the kitchen, choosing the fanciest plate to serve the sandwich on, and also get a glass of orange juice for him. Better to please him.

He smiles cheekily when I return, his dimples showing, and accepts the plate and not the glass, "hold it for me for a while please."
I hold it, not letting myself feel anything except impatience for Avni to come back and solve whatever was happening.

"What's your name?", he asks, devouring the sandwich in big bites. 
"Maya."
"Hmm. Boring."
He takes the glass from my hand, replacing it with the plate. I keep the plate on the table near the sofa.

I may have doubted Avni, thinking it would take minimum 10 minutes to come back, even if she was in town, it would've taken her minimum 15 minutes to reach here. But the moment I set the plate on the table, the door has slammed yet again, and Avni is at the entrance to the living room. "Why do you always arrive everywhere at the wrong times?" She asks with a calm face and sits on the sofa, pouring herself a glass of water from the jug on the table, and looks at me, gulping the water slowly. She turns to the guy," Why have you made her stand there like a servant?", She turns back to me and pats on the spot beside her on the sofa, I quietly go and sit beside her.

"Why is she here in the first place?"
"That's none of your business."
"It is when you're doing illegal stuff in a house under my name."
"She woke up in this world one morning."
"So she slipped? Or did she alter?
"She can't make a single dust particle move."
"So she slipped."
"Yes."
"And you kept her in your house."
Didn't he just say it was his house?
"More like kept her safe."
"You didn't take her to the training school?"
"No, I'm personally training her."
"Which is illegal."
Avni didn't answer.

I start to think this illegal thing going on was centred on me. But I stop myself from thinking, it wasn't my mistake that I woke up here. I think now is the perfect time to explain my story. I've been avoiding it and procrastinating it but if I don't its gonna get confusing of what's happening here.  Not that I have any idea. Anyways.

It was a bad day. I had come back from college very tired, very irritated and very sad and miserable. I had started attending regularly and had already become a loner, my old friends were busy settling abroad so they didn't really provide any help, I hated the subjects, I hated the professors there, the food in the canteen was absolutely vile, I had failed my internals,it had rained and I had not carried my umbrella and I was wet and when I came back home, I had only one hope to save the day, my one dear best friend who lived one floor below me. Siddharth. He was my one childhood friend, the bestest of my best friends, my soulmate, my missing puzzle piece, the one who slapped my tears away, who was always there for me and vice versa. Yes, that Siddharth. I was hoping I would go to his house and spend time with him and then go home, my parents were on a little trip and I was home alone anyway. So when I stepped in front of his house, and I saw the door was locked from the outside, the tears just started flowing and my throat started choking up. I ran up the stairs to my house before any embarassing neighbour encounters occured, and went inside. I tried to call him but he was out of network area? And couldnt be contacted? My last string. I was just crying. I was always the silent crier, but now it seemed like I was hyperventilating, I couldn't think straight, I thought I was going to die, I was hungry, I thought of calling mom or dad, but they would worry too much and would come back home and I didn't want that, I was just sobbing and walking around the house and falling at random places, and at one point of time, I just fell on the bed, sobbed and passed out.