Chapter 2: I won?

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Chapter 2: I won?

"You promised?" he asked unbeilavably.

"I guess, I did."

"I'll think of it, then." he then stands and walk his way through the kitchen.

"Are you going to cook? I'm hungry."

"No. I don't have stocks." he went nearer to the table beside the chair and dialled to the telephone.

"Scott. Bring me foods. What? I'm in my house. Oh, please double the stocks. Yeah, I'm with my hostage. Yeah yeah. Bye."

"What time will he be coming?" I asked.

"Tommorow."

"WHAAT?"

"I said tommorow. Are you deaf?"

"I'm hungry."

"So?" he raise his eyebrow. "You're just my hostage, not my responsibility."

"So that's how you treated your hostage? Tsk tsk. Poor you."

"You know, my hands just punch anyone's stomach when I'm pissed." he threatened.

Since I don't want more aches, I just shoot my mouth.

But then I felt the pain in my knees and in my arm.

"Can I use the bathroom?"

"I'll use it first."

"But my wound.."

He suddenly turn to me. "Wound?"

"I said, go ahead and take your bath."

"Where is your wound?"

"Its just a simple cut." I denied.

"Let me see." he looked at me with authority. Like I should follow him, or else I'm dead.

He then check out my neck. Then my arm and knees. He saw my wounds, obviously.

"You consider this small cuts? Fine. Let's see how those small cuts will affect you." he reprimanded me.

Wait, did he?

He was about to go when I grab him by his shirt. "Can you heal them? They're causing me too much pain."

He looked at me for a moment. Like he was thinking if he should help me or not. Like he was trying to figure out if this wound will going to kill me anytime soon or it will just keep on causing pains over and over again.

"You awe me one." he said then carry me on the chair and healed my wounds.

~Will he be the one who will heal all the wounds of my yesterday?~

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After bath, its time to eat. But no food yet. What should I do? I can't ignore my stomach aching.

*knock knock*

This could be hope..

Vougner opened the door and there comes the delivery boy.

In all fairness, the deliveryboy got the looks. He's somehow handsome.

"Here, I bought you dinner."

I just watched the two of them as they talked and exchange goods and money.

As I watch them, a thought suddenly starts peaking me.

"Do you guys had a relationship?" I asked out of nowhere.

They both stop and then look at me with shock.

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