Finding Crimsoned

Chapter 13

His eyes didn't want to shut, didn't want to fall asleep. The vivid torture in the room of a girl's room haunted him, though he kept it cool, didn't mirror it on his face. Every time his eyes shut; the filtered voiced masked-girl's small figure painted inside his lids.

Her knowing every detail of his past but that was inevitable, his whole life was showcased to the world, nothing was personal. Maybe his feelings but otherwise he was an open person by the media. Claimed to know him better than he knew himself. Out of all this, the kidnapper's words were dancing, jumping and throbbing in his mind.

I like it when they beg she had said and at the time, he had thought of Dexter.

He had heard him use it often. Scoffed and slapped his fore-head, if he was the kidnapper, he wouldn't had been lying in the hospital.
In need of self-reflection or awareness, he would turn to the media, stupid he used to say and read the fake news they would publish.

Strolling through the living room, he sighed watching the kitchen's light turned on so he made his way to the kitchen, rubbing his tired eyes and cursed the kidnapper at the same time.

A part of him still wondering if Georgia thinks he was a pervert. Lazily, he felt a hard thing hit his chest, he blinked back the sleep and squinted them as the lights kept hindering his night vision. Audrey, he saw her sneering at him while she prepared some spinach and a dough packed in the bowl. A thought, she looked better with the chicken and the broth.

"Don't worry, I am not going to-" he gestured with his hands at her covering her chest.

"You better not." she said pressing the spinach in a line, her hair in 2 braids and she was wearing a pink nightdress, of fluffed wool. William glanced at his night-suit, grey in color. The clothes made him feel safer but not worriless.

"I thought you only knew Chicken."
"I did but turns out the Grays want their diet to be healthy." she complained while washing the lettuce and carrot.

William tilted his head at the watch, 5 in the morning.
"The reason I busted at your restaurant every weekend back then." he said and ate the strawberry on the plate, cut in a design. Audrey got better at cooking he thought to himself.

"Georgia, I don't think she is fond of you."
"I know." he said, turning the stove to medium for the milk to boil.

He didn't believe this back then, but seeing Harold and Georgia together at the party before his kidnapping was a hard truth. Gulped. Forgotten. Forgiven. But not erased. If she only loved him then she shouldn't have agreed to his proposal.

"Good. They deserve each-other."
"Do you always wake up this early?" William interjected her encomium on them like Cole had said and watched her eyes glance at him and then back on the dough, she put it in the microwave.

Nodded as William turned off the stove, maybe drinking some coffee might drive his sleep away. Pouring the coffee in the glass, he went on to hold the container. Too late when he realized the reality, his bare hands on the container.

Stifling back the groans, he safely put it back on the platform. Rubbed his hands and sneakily without catching Audrey's glance, he turned the tap on leaving the water soak in his burnt hand. The coldness burned in return making him wince.

"Stop making obscene voices." he heard her voice and felt her head beside his, looking at his hands which were turned fresh red.

"You burnt yourself?" she asked and ran to the refrigerator, then rushed beside him and pulled out big 3 ice cubes and left them in his hands. William closed his fists, the coldness and burning sensation vanished his sleepiness instead of the coffee.