Don't Play with Death

Chapter 2

Bea POV

I was throwing the take outs and some of the stuff I cleaned out. I don't really normally bother with these things but I should at least keep that house clean especially with how much she likes to visit.

Well she hasn't been visiting after I caught her staring that night. I don't know what she was thinking. But I am not gonna lie the intrusion is a welcome presence and it left a void in my existence the moment she is not in it.

I walked across the street when I spotted her on her way back to walking her dog. Churro kept barking hard at me. "Hold it boy!" I commanded with gritted teeth imposing my dominance over it. The dog bowed down and immediately became quiet.

"You didn't have to be so mean on him. He wasn't doing anything to you."

"I was just calming him down so we could talk properly. Are you purposely avoiding me?"

"For someone who doesn't know how to talk properly. I don't see why you are getting bothered if I were."

"I don't understand either. But I just do. Did I do something wrong?"

"You tell me, were you doing something wrong?"

"I was taking out the trash. I don't think there is anything wrong with doing a mundane task." I furrowed my eyebrows when I realized what she was suspecting. "Hold on. You don't think I kill people for a living?"

"Do you?"

"Seriously?"

"I mean who throws their trash in the middle of the night?"

"I do. I don't function well in the morning. Look i don't technically kill people. That's all you need to know. You are safe with me."

"Wow isn't that comforting to hear?" Caitlin clapped her hands and tugged at Churro to follow her inside. I went in their direction too but was met with a door to my face.

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I knocked on her door the next day with some freshly picked flowers in hand.

"What is it? Talk fast I have somewhere to be."

"Here. I read you give this to someone who doesn't wanna talk to you."

She sniggered and looked at the flowers in my hand. "Where did you even get these things they are about to wither?"

"I picked it in the neighbor's garden beside me. I thought long and hard before I went here."

"How did you even do that? Mr. Palou owns the most vicious dogs in this neighborhood."

"Well I do have my way with dogs."

"I can see that."

"I thought you have somewhere to be. You talked to me so the flowers were effective. I can go now."

"For someone who was so confident when we first met you are pretty dense. Let me take these cute withering flowers inside." She took my hand and dragged me inside her house.

She handed me a cup of hot chocolate. As we sat on her couch. She moved closer and spoke. "So what exactly do you do for a living?"

I looked at her and beckoned her to come closer. "It's top secret. Highly confidential."

It earned a pout on her face and she kept fidgeting with the cup in her hand and focused on sipping her drink. I am not used to her being silent so I tap her hand.

"I'm sorry. I really can't tell you." She nodded and tucked her knees and hugged em.

These things are all new to me I still don't understand why seeing her like that causes an unexplainable pain in my chest that won't seem to easily go away.