In love with his own killer

XIX

Chapter 19
Treasure POV:

It's been a week since the mission, the moment in the bathroom with Elijah, and the last time I saw him in general. It's either he's really busy or he's scared of what I said in the bathroom. The fact that I'm gonna figure him out. I think he's busy but my ego is saying go for the second option.

I really am interested in figuring him out. Knowing what's going on in his head. He carries this mean dark demeanor and I just wanna find the key that unlocks all that darkness and see how he is when some light passes through the door.  Too poetic? I don't know.

Now, I've been here for what feels like a long ass time and don't know what to do with my life. It feels like I'm in quarantine. But recently they've randomly decided one day that I have freedom amongst the house. Best news I've heard in weeks.

I started to form a routine. Not everyday I do the same things, you know, wanting to change it up every now and then.

I would wake up, do my morning routine, get out the room and barge in Liz's room jumping on her bed to wake her up. Sometimes vice versa where she wakes me up earlier than me depending on what time I go to sleep. After waking her up I would be in her room as she gets ready. When she's done we would sit and have breakfast with the guards.

One thing I was wrong about was thinking this was Elijah's house. I'm pretty sure it's not. Actually I know for a fact it's not. This is like a safe house for the guards, like their little bat cave. So that's probably another reason why I haven't seen Elijah in a minute. But he's not gonna check on his favorite hostages?

Anyways, after eating we would rather go back to our rooms or help the maids clean. They're really funny and they just keep us occupied. Never bored when hanging with them.

The guards are still on our asses but they keep their distance. Like if we hang in the kitchen they'd be in the very back. Very unnoticeable, not that I'm complaining. Now that they're starting to trust us more, I need Elijah to trust us even more to let us leave the house without them.

After cleaning I go back to the room and watch Netflix on the tv I made them install for me. It took some convincing but what kind of room doesn't have a tv? Even if you don't watch it, it just has to be there for moments of boredom or decoration.

Because of Elijah's MAI week, me and Liz made another mission to steal Fernando's phone. Unlocked. That one was pretty hard. Harder than the mission Elijah had us doing.

*FLASHBACK

"Fernando." I yelled out his name as if he wasn't a few feet away from me. But there was a couch blocking my way from getting to him.

"Yes." He said as if he didn't know what he just did.

"Give me back my shoe. Now." I ordered.

"What am I? A dog?"

"I won't have to talk to you like one if you just give me my shoe." I started running across the big ass couch making him easily jump over them ending in the spot I was in before I even got to his spot.  "Bro that's not fair, you know I can't jump over these." This couch is almost as big as me. It literally hits my belly button. For him it's exactly at his hip.

He shrugged his shoulders not caring about my struggles. Over it, wanting to get my shoe back, I wanted to do what he did but only struggled to jump over the couch, more like climbing over but standing up once regaining my balance. I stood on the couch and started running to him, ruining the cushions as I go. Before he could go far, I jumped off the couch onto his back with a war cry. "Give me back my shoe." He started shaking me off. I held on tight for dear life before I moved his arms and hands to his neck, choking him. Not seriously though.