His secret

chapter 2

i did good, all day without phone, i have my MacBook and decided to study, I'm in collage but since i have to work and study at the same time I do it online. i have to attend online classes 15 hours a week, i do 3-4 hours a day or every second day because there are times when i need to work full time, but as my professors say as long as i do good on exams I'm good

i started collage back when i was eighteen, i stopped doing it for a year for what happened in my life but now, i do everything to pay for it and to keep up with studies, and it's kind easy for me since i like the majored that i chose

It's 11 PM, and I've decided to turn in for the night. Falling asleep has always been tough for me, especially over the past three years. Whenever I shut my eyes, it feels like I'll be staring at the ceiling for at least an hour before sleep even considers visiting. 

As I close my eyes, it's just darkness, as expected. But just as I'm about to drift off, I hear a noise. Maybe it's just a cat, or at least that's what I hope. But my hopes vanish when I hear a voice.

am i really getting robed, i mean by all means all i have is MacBook and 100 bucks at best, i quickly grab my baseball bat, by the way note, always have sock on it so when they try to take the bat from you all they'll be left is just a sock

am i scared? yes

will i still go for the bastard who broke in? yes

what else am i supposed to do wait for him or her to come to my room?

i see a figure, judging by the height it's man, i can't see his face, his back is turned, and as i was to hit him with my bat i was stopped by someone from behind, other persons hand was quickly wrapped around my mouth for me not to scream and other on my waist, he picks me up as if I'm piece of paper

"calm down" he whispers and then other one turns around

it's him, the one i saw at the café day yesterday "put her down" he demands

"she was trying to hit you wit a bat sir" what a snitch

"niente che non possa gestire" (nothing i can't handle)

after his words i was put down and the guy left, alone... with a stranger

"how can i help" i try to hide how terrified i am

"yesterday" he spoke

"listen, i didn't even see nothing, my eye sign is pretty bad, and i can't even see you right now so" good job Abigail, what a believable lie 

he looks at me "you knowing my face is already a problem, so, tell me Abigail Colette why should i spare you" he questions

"but why shouldn't you?" i question "I'm no one, no one saw me that i have seen you, i don't even know who you are, or what you do, so why waste your time on me? on someone as insignificant as me" will it work? all the bullshit i just said

"can you truly guarantee your silence?" he questions

"I may not be able to guarantee my silence, but I can offer something more valuable, my cooperation"

"why do you think your cooperation is valuable for me" i done, i don't even have that much of a will to live

i let out a big sigh and then i realized I'm no longer in terror "okay, then kill me, and before i die let me tell you, here I am, minding my own business, and suddenly I've got Mr. Mysterious crashing through my window like some kind of ninja assassin. It's like something out of a bad action movie. and just a quick reminder, breaking into someone's humble house and then threatening their existence is what we call "a serious etiquette violation."

he was about to say something but i didn't let him and spoke again

"sorry and one more thing, if you know my first and last name you would know that i wouldn't get in anyone's way because i don't have balls for it, okay I'm done shoot me" i close my eyes and all i hear is his... laugh

"do you always laugh while killing someone?" i question

"while? i didn't do anything. yet" hah- he said yet, HE SAID YET

"maybe physically, I'm dying from inside"

Wait, what about my last words

Tell Kori I was the one who stole his Big Mac with fries and ate at 4:00 in the morning, and that I was the one who ruined his favorite shirt and that I'm sorry that I threw up on his expensive shoes, but I guess I'll never get to say that to him

 "who are you" he asks with more serious tone as if it wasn't before

"batman- wait redo, i have better one, I'm the reason why you're not sleeping in the 2 A.M" oh i think it came out little dirty

"PSA, not in a dirty way" he sigh's, he's over my bullshit

how a therapist to be and phycology student who literally pays to learn how to manipulate words can't say shit to save her life?

"I'll see you soon" like hell you will

"in hell?" i question and he then turns around "you're not killing me" it's a must question

because now what? i need to sleep with fear that one day i won't wake up?

great just wonderful, i love my life