Edser OS and Short Stories

Trapped in Time Part 2

Eda was lying on Serkan's chest, still pretending to be asleep. She didn't know what time it was but it wasn't early morning anymore. She should just roll to the side and pretend to wake up, but she didn't want to leave his arms. Once she does it, she won't go back into his embrace again. So, she was stealing minute after minute, promising herself that when the next one comes up, she will move. But she didn't.

Serkan was awake for an hour now. He didn't know what to do. The girl was still sleeping, hiding her face in his chest, and he didn't want to move not to wake her up. He could lay like that forever, but she will wake up soon, and she'll be demanding answers to why he's embracing her. Should he just pretend to be asleep and then fake a surprise? Will that even pass?

The windows suddenly opened, and the harsh wind blew the curtains. The door opened with a bang, and they both startled and jumped on the bed.

"What the...?" Serkan asked in shock.

"What was that?" Eda exclaimed, a little scared.

They got off the bed, relieved that the occasion to avoid an awkward conversation presented itself , and they went to the door. Serkan entered the corridor first with Eda hiding behind his back. When they stepped out of the bedroom, the doors to other rooms, which were previously closed, opened themselves.

Eda let out a small, terrified squeak and clung to Serkan's side. He embraced her instinctively.

"What should be in these rooms?" She whispered. "You didn't kill anybody?"

"No one I know about." Serkan teased and took her hand, pulling her behind him to check the rooms. Eda snorted, but his stupid comment made her feel less scared.

"They should be empty." He added

They looked inside the nearest room. It was storage, full of unwrapped furniture and boxes. The next one looked like a painting studio. Eda spotted some half-finished canvases that looked as if there were painted by her and some pencil sketches that definitely weren't hers but Serkan's.

So, he draws. Eda thought. Of course, he does. He's an architect, he knows how to draw.

The next one was the home gym with a bathroom, and the other two were empty and could be guest rooms or kids' rooms. All of them looked like a work in progress as if the other Eda and Serkan moved here not so long ago and lived here just for a couple of months.

"See, I didn't kill anybody here. There were no bodies downstairs, and this house doesn't have a basement."

Eda looked at Serkan incredulously. He was joking. Serkan Bolat actually could tell a joke. Who would think? She stopped being scared and realized she was holding his hand, and blushed. She quickly yanked it out of his grip and added to hide her embarrassment. "You still could bury them in the garden."

He looked down at their hands and back at her. "I left the garden for your victims. I prefer to wall people up. I'm the architect."

Eda squinted her eyes. "Good choice. I would bury you in the garden."

"I hope you will at least plant some nice flowers over my grave and visit from time to time." Serkan flashed her a mocking smile and left her on the floor to go downstairs.

Eda rolled her eyes and followed him. Still a pain in the ass. What else could he be?

Serkan went downstairs, mentally kicking himself for holding the girl's hand. He didn't know what possessed him to do it. He didn't even notice. She was scared, and he wanted to make her feel better, that's why he held her hand, but he should've known better. He got away with holding her in his arms, but he should not cross the line, especially when she clearly didn't want him to touch her, judging by her aggressive reaction when she realized what he did. And he supposedly was so good-looking no woman could resist him? Well, this one definitely could.