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T W E N T Y - T W O

"He's so tall and handsome as hell, he's so bad but he does it so well. I can see the end as it begins my one condition is..."

-Wildest Dreams; Taylor Swift.

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When you want to know what is the definition of trouble but you don't know what the answer is? Yes, I have one. Arthur Daniels. The definition of trouble is Arthur Daniels.

"Oh God," I gasped.

"Come on, Ellie. It's going to be fun okay?" he said.

"I doubt that," I said, warily.

"Please don't. Have you been here before?" he asked.

"No, not in my ages-this is the first time I got here," I said.

"Wow, what a weird. But I like it. Come on," he said, offered one hand to me. I looked at him doubtfully and hesitantly placed my hand on his hand. He smiled and towed me to the side of the metal gate. When we stopped somewhere pitch black in front of us.

"Here, where a secret door to go inside," he explained. I was bending down behind him, listening to his husky voice-talking about the way in and what are we going to do when we successfully got inside. I was looking around and there, yes there, I saw something big-two flashing eyes on me, us. I poked Arthur on his back.

"Arthur," I hissed.

"Wait a minute babe," he said.

"Arthur," I called again, more alerted.

"Just a second baby."

"Eddy!" I hissed louder.

"Don't make me kiss you-"

"There," I said, pointing at two eyes that are looking at us. That creature was walking out from the bushes and we both cursed at the same time.

"Fuck."

"That's a greyhound," I said.

"I know. Fuck!"

"I have a phobia on dogs, Eddy," I said. Yes, a freaking phobia on dogs.

"Stand behind me, Ellie," he said, pulled my waist to his side then I was standing behind him. Arthur was much secured once I was standing behind him. He eyed the dog and it scared me when the dog started to growl.

"Ellie, listen up," he said, his eyes were still on that greyhound.

"When I say run, you run," he said.

"We are going to run?" I asked.

"Yes, this is a greyhound and I don't think it safe to stay any longer here," he said. I inhaled and I think that I forgot to exhale until Arthur released my wrist.

"One," he started to count.

Thank God that I'm wearing a pair of flats.

"Two..."

"Three... Run!" he said. I bolted to the side where his motorcycle placed. I heard that Arthur's footsteps were closely behind me and the greyhound barking all over to chase us. I think that this time...right this time...heaven can't help me now.

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"Fuck, we ended up on tree," Arthur cursed.

"It is because you couldn't find your keys, idiot," I said, rolled my eyes. The greyhound was still barking around us under the tree and I sighed. After a few minutes, the dog still not moving a step from the tree but it stops barking.