“What would you wish for if wishes could come true, sweetheart?” Jaxton asked me, we were both sitting outside, on a flight of step welcoming the cold breeze. Xyelia and the rest were inside probably sleeping, while Jaxton wanted to have a free time with me.
“A wish that all this was a dream and when I open my eyes I'd be at home, lying on my bed and my mom walking into my room. Yeah, that's my wish.” I answered him, wondering why he asked me this kind of question.
Silence.
“Won't you ask me same question?” I contamplated whether too or not before I finally gave in and asked.
“What would you wish for if wishes could come true?”
“That question is a tough one to answer somehow. I'd love to change back the terrible things I did in the past. I'd love too wake up in a home that showers me with nothing but love. I'd love to be cleansed out of this dirty job I'm into and live a normal life.”
“You've never had a home before? Who's big daddy then?” i asked, perplexed.
“Not everyone birthed into this earth are blessed with a good life. Most of us just do it to survive or make it count as something good to us, even though we know it's horrible. No, I've never felt what home is like and big daddy it's just someone who boss us around.” he said it with regret and hurt.
“Oh.” I managed to say.
“I've seen you cry countless time when you're left alone, always crying for home and I want to know what it feels like.”
“You can still make a change? It's worth a try.” i assured him.
“That's never happening. I already have brothers I can't leave behind or turn against their back. I've earned my boss trust and I'm settling in hell. I think it's best there, where I'll suffer for all the dirty things I've committed here, on earth. Since you've been captured here, you've always been a great impact too me somehow, even tho you're annoyingly to soft. But I've never felt the way I've felt for you too other ladies that has been under our captive. You're just too different, it's like the day you were brought here my heart synced to yours and everyday I keep telling myself it's just a joke which it isn't. I expected you to have said you felt a thing for me, but your mind only focuses on home. You were not partially kidnapped.”
“I wasn't?” I arched my eyebrow.
“You weren't. We just captured because you'd something similar too the boss.”
“So I'm being captured for something else?” he nodded.
“I'll always be waiting for you to tell me you have a thing for me or you love me. But I'll always keep living in your heart and I. Love. You.” He got up and left, leaving me stunned.
That was the first time we had a real conversation.
