Trust Me

Chapter 3: Adjustments

Chapter 3: Adjustments

It was the first morning I wake up inside the criminal's house. The ambiance was somehow different, that I didn't wake up in my white room filled with so many pillows.

There's no Mom to reprimand me of not waking up early, no Dad that will ask me if when will I take over the company. No early text message from Christian.

Its like I'm in a new world now. It was like I'm starting again.

"Wake up." the first thing I heard from him this morning after he had knock on the door twice.

I didn't make any response. And that makes him yells.

"I know you're awake. If you didn't go out in five seconds, you'll regret."

This guy was really fond of threatening people. He's overusing his 'criminal image'. He thinks he can control people just by his threats and deadly glares. Tss.

I decided to stand up. Its not that I'm threatened. I just don't have the energy to argue with him this early.

I open the door with that boring sleepy look.

"You're not a princess. So you better not act like one." he said with annoyed face.

I didn't give him an answer. I just continue my walk through the kitchen.

"You do know, you're in my house. Don't you?" he asked after following me to the kitchen.

"Yes." I answered as I get a piece of bread and fill it with butter.

"You wash the dishes." he stated.

After I had fill two breads, I took a bite of the one and gave him the other one.

"What's that?"

"Bread." I simply answered.

"I know, idiot. What I'm asking is why are you giving me that bread?" he asked not still getting that bread I'm giving him.

"For you to eat, idiot." I said rolling my eyes. Then I pull away the bread and took it with me instead.

"Now, you're talking back." he said annoyed.

I get a cup and make a coffee, as I asked him. "You already ate your breakfast. Don't you?"

"What do you think? Its already nine in the morning."

"I'm sorry. I don't know criminals wake up early."

There was a sudden silence went over the place after I said that.

Did I go out of the line? Did I hit him below the belt?

Uh-oh.

I swallowed as I slowly mixed the coffee, sugar and creamer over the cup.

SILENCE.

SILENCE.

SILENCE.

I suddenly felt as hard as a stone that I can't make further move. I can't even raise my head to look at him. I suddenly felt that fear of looking at him.

This is the first time I got nervous of him.

Please talk ~ I wanted to tell him this but I could not find a strength to do so. I can't even open my mouth.

I really want him to talk now but he's not saying a word.

This made me realize that I'd rather hear him talking and reprimanding me the whole time than for him to go silent. Because him, being silent is more scaresome. I don't know what he's thinking and what he wants to do.