THE TRINITY

7.

STORMI

The next morning Landon woke me up extra early so I had time to shower and change before class. I'm assuming since I didn't try to run away last night or anything he believes I won't tell anyone. Or maybe he just knows that what he said about who he works for scared me enough to keep my mouth shut.

After my classes I went straight home and locked my door. I will say I am paranoid. What if the people find out I know and kill me anyway without me even telling anyone.

Landon didn't show up to class so he disappeared after he dropped me off. I'm hesitant to text him though.

My mind has been racing since this morning. Where is he? Did something happen? Did someone find out that I know? Do they know that he knows that I know? Did they kill him? Are they coming for me next?

Someone knocking on my door snapped me out of my thoughts. My heart started racing and out of instinct I grabbed the closest thing to me for protection. Which just so happens to be my wooden paint mixing tray.

I walked to the door holding the tray firmly ready to land it over someone's head if I needed to.

"Who is it?" I asked once I was close, and the person knocked again instead of answering.

I unlocked the door and grabbed the handle.

You can do this. Just open the door.

I swung the door open and held the wooden tray firmly before revealing an annoyed looking Landon.

"A paint tray?" He raised an eyebrow as he noticed the object in my hand. "That's what you plan to defend your life with?" He leaned against the door frame.

"What are you doing here?" I rolled my eyes.

"We have a project to do." He walked forward and I moved to the side out of instinct. "I would hate for miss perfect to get a bad grade"

"I'm not miss perfect" I shut the door and sat the tray back on my desk.

"Mm" He hummed and sat down in the same spot he was sitting last time.

"I'll draw this time. I haven't even started." He pointed for me to sit across from him

How generous.

I sat down across from him with my back leaned against the couch. Landon started drawing in his sketchbook, occasionally looking up when he needed to. I have so many questions and I don't know how to go about asking them or if I even should.

"Where were you today?" I blurted before I could even process the question. Awesome Stormi.

"Busy" Was all he said while he continued to draw.

"Busy doing what?" I press.

"Just busy" He glanced at me and then went back to the book. I could tell he was holding back a smirk.

"Mm" I hummed, mocking his usual response to me. "Who do you work for?" I pressed.

"Stormi" He warned.

"What?" I crossed my arms. "It's not like you're in the mafia or something" I rolled my eyes.

Landon's pencil stopped moving and he cleared his throat.

"Wait... are you?" I uncrossed my arms looking at him with surprise.

"Stormi leave it" He started drawing again. "The less you know the better"

"You are! I didn't think that was...REAL" I gasped. "Oh my god. I'm going to die" I panicked.

"Calm down. You're not going to die" He rolled his eyes. Why does he look so unbothered?