Million Chance - Hendall Story

Run - Chapter 7

-Kendall's POV-
I woke up in someone's bed. Strangely, this bed feel familiar. I have a double vision right now, so I can't really see things clearly. My head still feel quite dizzy. Just then, someone knock at the door. "Are you awake miss?", a lady that I never met asked me that. "Yes, but who are you?", I asked back. "I work for my master, he is working right now", the lady answered.

Wait. Her master? WHAT. "Miss?" The lady wake me up from my imagination. "Uh.. yes?". "I already made you some breakfast, if you're hungry you can just come downstairs" then the lady left the room. I still stare blankly at the bed. After 10 minutes of thinking, I finally remember. Yes, I'm bad at remembering stuff. It is Harry's room. But why the heck would I be in his room, wearing his clothes.

I come downstairs since I'm hungry. I smell something good in the kitchen. I'm guessing it's grilled cheese sandwiches, but I'm not sure. I check on the mirror just in case I look bad. I look terrible. Awesome. When I entered the kitchen, I immediately drooled. The sandwiches is killing me. Those are the best grilled cheese sandwiches that I've ever seen (not sure since I lost my memory anyway). I started to dig those sandwiches in when I heard someone laughing. I almost choke myself to death, it was Harry. He saw me eating wih my just-woke-up look.

-Harry's POV-
I asked my new maid to take care of Kendall since I was too busy. I asked her to make some sandwiches since I ate them in front of her last time. I thought she might like them, my maid made the best sandwiches ever.

When I'm done with my tour, I headed back home. Just like I imagine, she didn't wash up and just ate those sandwiches. Which is very cute. I didn't realize I was laughing at her the whole time when I saw her rushing to the bathroom.

She came back and asked "who's that lady?". "She's my new maid" I said coldly. "Oh, mmm.... I need some fresh air" she said walking to my backyard. I know I didn't allowed her to go outside for the past weeks, but it was for her own safety. I feel bad for her, I want her to have her memory back so she can do what she used to do, but I don't want her to leave me.

I followed her to the backyard. I sat behind her and carefully eavesdrop her. She didn't say a word. She just sat there swinging her foot in my pool. I heard her sobbed. And that sobbed is getting louder and louder. I then sit beside her and asked if she's okay. She semmed suprised and quickly wiped her tears. "I'm okay" in a matter of second, she's leaving my backyard. I want to follow her, but my legs won't move.

-Kendall's POV-
Lately, I feel like I'm a pet in this house. I can't even go out or even watch TV. What I did in the past 2 weeks are just eat and sleep. I'm not allowed to have phone. I don't know what he has in his minds, but I don't feel comfortable at all.

Sometimes I just think, should I ran away? Should I stay in this house until whenever I get my memory back? I feel like this world is not fair. Why can't I have fun like him? I want to go out and have fun too.

After a lot of thinking, I've finally set up my "ran away plan" after I woke up this morning. I know this sound so stupid, but I just hate the idea of staying in this house any longer. The risk of this can be very dangerous, especially since I never seen the neighborhood except for the day that Harry brought me here for the first time.

I was just about to finish my sandwiches and go out the door, Harry came. Ugh why now? I rushed to the bathroom to hide my backpack. I'm not sure, but I think he just laughed at me. In a cute way. I felt sorry for him.

I waited so long for him to go to his room, but he's still there staring at me from afar. I decided to go near the pool to get some fresh air while waiting for Harry to go away. I didn't realize that I started crying. "Are you okay" a very soothing sound shocked me out. It was Harry, was he here the whole time?

Without thinking much I just answered that I'm okay and hurriedly packed my things and get out from his house. Thankfully, Harry didn't follow me. It is my first time to actually take a step from his house outside. His neighborhood is quite empty. I saw nobody except a man and woman running, more like chasing me with their gigantic camera in their hands. I don't know what to do, so I start to run.