"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him.
His feet stop at the door.
I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face.
"Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his g...
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~ 9:47 AM
I blink a few times, before finally opening my eyes to a white ceiling.
Plain melancholy walls wish me morning as I sit up and rub my eyes, only to realize I slept in Dakota's room, in Dakota's arms.
My eyes quickly glance right to find the spot empty and cold. He must have gotten up, and once again, he didn't wake me up.
Forcing my body up, I notice I am still in his shirt that seems to like me more, than its owner. I pad over to his closet, only to find it locked, again. The pills cabinet is secured as well, but I find my dress exactly where I had left last night.
Glad his psychotic side didn't hide my clothes this time!
It's bizarre to even think there are two types of Dakota in one person, like a buy-one-get-one-free deal that I didn't sign up for.
As I am about to leave his bedroom, a yellow sticky note on the door catches my eye.
'Martina made breakfast. Try not to roam naked in the house without me ;)'
I scoff at the typical Dakota humour, but couldn't suppress my smile. In a world runover by internet and instant messages, he is leaving me written sticky notes.
Old school or just quirky?
I quickly head back to my room to brush my teeth, before heading downstairs to greet Martina, who has already prepared a mouth-watering breakfast for me.
Banana pancakes and chia pudding with fresh berries.
"Gracias." I thank her, taking my seat at the dining table before asking, "Where is Dakota?"
"Trabajar." Martina pauses, watching my confused face and begins moving her hands like carrying a briefcase with a straight face.
"Oh.. Office?" I question, and she nods happily.
Dang! I am pro at Charades.
"Oficina! Él fue a la oficina." She informs me and it dawns on me that today is Monday, and my last day here.
*Buzz*
Suddenly the iPad on the table vibrates and I grab to see a notification from Inline magazine's updated interview with Dakota Black, the one I had taken.
Curiously, I tap on the link of the infamous interview and scroll down to the end to controversial question, 'Being an epitome of rag to riches. What do you miss the most from your simple life?'
'Peace'.. I read his revised answer from the previous contradicting response 'Violence.'
'Peace is a rare element in my daily routine. As my brain is constantly active and never stops running, it turned me into a work addict. I aspire someday to experience a moment of tranquility in my mind and attain the peace I long for in my existence.'
