SURVIVOR of the WOODS

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Freya was holding my hand and dragging me outside the business. Few employees saw us. When leaving the building, I realised we were still holding hands.

"You can let go now." I said, with a weird undertone.

Freya brought us into a dark alley, next to the company. There were only pavement and street lights. Then, she briskly pinned me against the wall.

"What was that?" She asked, her hands caging the sides of my face.

I felt betrayed at the same time angry and all sorts of emotions exploding inside my mind, "What do you mean what was that?!"

"You do not go in a company and threaten the director when your father steals from them." She reasoned me.

"I didn't threaten them. I encouraged them to keep going." I tried to speak smoothly but ended up getting angrier, "And you! You could've just told me the truth about the information you have on my father. Because of you, I had to go through this. And you should've calmed down that girlfriend of yours before I slapped her on the face."

"She's not my girlfriend. We were never a thing."

"Then how does she know your name?"

"It's the past."

"I can't let your past haunt me like this. She's such disgraceful girl. How can you befriend someone so horrible? You're intelligent and smart in street life so you shouldn't have known such people."

"We all make mistakes."

"I know, but you're to be blamed for whatever just happened..." She put a finger on my lips, making me stop. My arms were back at my sides.

"Shh..." She hushed then, she traced my cheek, gently going down outlining my jawline and neck. She leaned in and kissed me on the neck, trailing small pecks on my collarbone.

"Freya...what are..you doing?" It sounded more like moans than question.

Her other hand went down, slided behind my waist and pulling me closer to her body. Now, her other hand was back on the wall. I looked around for any trespasser and my side vision noticed a figure. I slowly tilted my head and saw Laura looking at us with her jaw wide open. I smirked.

Surprisingly, my hand went behind Freya's neck and encouraged her to continue her teasing. I smiled at Laura and made sensual expressions. She was so done and furious. She couldn't take it anymore, then she left.

I giggled.

Freya stopped. She stood straight then looked at me.

"Enjoyed it?" She smirked.

I cleared my throat, "I wasn't...can we go now?"

She smirked. We then went back to the car and Freya drove down the street to stop by a restaurant. I wasn't in the mood to have a fancy lunch with her. I still needed more information about my father. And having a meal with her is really not helpful especially after I found out about her disgraceful acts as a lesbo. How come she knows a bitch like Laura?

We entered the restaurant and Freya went towards the refreshment machine. She grabbed a pepsi and took cranberry juice for me. She payed for the drinks and handed me the beverage.

"I'm not thirsty." I gave it back.

I walked out of the restaurant and sat in the car, waiting for her to drive back in her house.

She sat in the driver's seat and handed me back the juice, "I'm not asking if you're thirsty. Just drink it. We're going to your house."

My head snapped towards her. "My house?"

"Yeah," she said and finished her pepsi.

"But, I can't."

"Why not? Don't you want to know about your father?"

"Yes, but I was never allowed to enter his office. Now that he's no more, I don't think I should."

"Who is gonna inherit the house and wealth?" She asked.

"Well...I don't know."

"Your brother is dead. Your father had only two children. His daughter is still alive, so who do you think the owner is gonna be?"

"Me...but I can't go back."

"Alright. Let's head back home." She rev the engine and exceeded the speed limit to drive back to her house.

We reached there within minutes. After parking the car, we got inside. Freya washed her hands and went to the kitchen.

I followed her and sat on the counter. "Did you have other girlfriends, excluding that imbecile, in the past?" I asked, hesitantly grabbing an apple then started eating it.

"Why do you ask?" She asked while chopping tomatoes.

"I need to have some knowledge about the person I'm currently living with."

"For what?"

"Can't you just tell me? It's just to start up the conversation."

"I've had two before her."

"Girlfriends?"

"No, the first relationship was with a boy I met in college. We lasted for 2 months. Then, I figured that I was attracted to girls. Damien wanted to date me but I had a girlfriend at that time. She lasted for almost a year."

"Who broke up first?"

"I'll leave before I get left." She fried some rice and put some minced chicken and vegetables in it.

"Do they know who you are?"

"No. You're the only one getting to know about my occupation."

"Then? There was Laura?"

"The day I broke up with that girl, I went to the bar. I met Laura there. She wasn't the way she behaved today. She was different. But, people change."

"Of course...did you sleep with all three of them?"

She looked at me.

"I...I just...it's just that I wanted to know. If you don't want to tell that's alright."

She approached me, stopped right before me, opened my legs wide to make way for her to get between them. She put her hands by the counter. I started feeling weird and suffocated.

"Do you want to try?"

My eyes opened wide, "You meant the rice! Of course, it smells so good." I removed her hand away and got down. I settled the table. While gazing at her, I saw her smile a little.

While having lunch, Freya seemed uncomfortable and something was killing her inside, like she wanted to say something but nothing came out. I just ate quietly and waited.

"Tell me about you. What was your life like before I kidnapped you?"

I swallowed my food and suddenly felt excited to narrate my life which was pretty much boring and lame.

"I don't have much to narrate. Besides, you already know everything about me. Probably more than I know. To be honest, I'm a divorced woman. The relationship I had with my husband was not lovely. I was actually forced to marry him. I thought we'd love each other onwards. But, I guess it only looks nice in stories. Well, I was on cloud nine when I divorced him probably a few weeks after our wedding, just before the family dinner in Las Vegas."

"How about your childhood?"

"I had a babysitter who was employed 24/7 to look after me till I was 16 years old. My mother passed away when I was very little. I barely remember what she looked like. My father took care of me. Not literally but he gave me everything that would be necessary for a smooth living. He was always busy, never sparing time for his family. I wish I could go back in time and be more curious."

"You shouldn't blame yourself for what happened. You can't change what's already occurred. It's the past. The thing is, you decide how to deal with it. Now, you're here, with me. Just stick to what I say and you'll be safe. And about your family, I'm sorry for what happened..."

~ knock knock ~