STUCK IN TIME

(xxiii) Book 1:Chapter 18- Relationshp Advices? Or Something Else?

Just hold my hand one time and I will find some reason to stay. No matter where life takes me, coming back to you is something for which I will always pray.

Zayn had plans for today and he had no intention to practice so he left me here, alone with Asher in this farm-house which is completely isolated from the rest of the town. I don't understand the point of leaving me and Asher here alone. I trust Asher more than Zayn trusts him with me but after recent events I kind of, I dare admit, don't trust myself with him.

So according whatever 'this all' is recently happening... I, plus He, plus alone, equalize to nothing good.

As we practice, he at first doesn't even smile at me and acts like a cranky tutor. I don't know what happened to him but he seems angry. Now that I recall he could call me and tell me we have to do shooting today but he called Zayn instead. Weren't we fine yesterday? I was used to his this attitude since last two three years but recently its different, I get irritated when he ignores me.

Whats wrong with him honestly? I wish I can understand him someday.

"Understand who?" He asks.

Oops! I might have said that out loud.

"You!"

"Why me?"

"Because you are suffering from a serious stage of split personality disorder." I roll my eyes.

He only smiles.

"Anyway, load this!" He says giving me bullets, gun and magazine separately.

I take one bullet and stare at it.

"Kitten. Load it." He orders making me take the magazine and now stare at the both.

He sighs before taking them from me and loading it himself. "Like this. Easy?" He again unloads it and give it to me. I do it easily and grin like I won a championship and look at him like a good student expecting appreciation.

"I bet even Afifa can do this. Stop feeling so triumphed. Now focus, aim and pull the trigger." I follow his instructions.

"Not like that!" He admonishes me and he is serious so I can't protest at the name right now. He positions his hand over my hand that is holding the gun.

"Why are you even teaching me all of this?"

"I don't know. Emir asked Zayn and Zayn asked me. Ask them. But right now focus."

He helps me pull the trigger and this time it hits exactly at the target.

"Wow! That was cool." I say and turn to him with the same grin. This is exciting!

He chuckles again. "I know but I did it you didn't. Now practice till you hit at least three just in the middle."

"I don't think you will have enough bullets."

"That's nothing you should be worried about." He says as he takes out a box and opens it revealing a perfect arrangement of bullets. How does he have all this? I am about to ask but then I decide not to because that always leads to a fight between us which I definitely don't want.

After that we practice our moves and at the end we are too tired to even stand so we flop on the sofas.

"I am going for a shower. We will go after that." He says and gets up to go.

"I want to go too."

"Okay I know I am a hot trainer but isn't that too much bunny?" He says with a smirk and I frown in confusion before realizing what he means.