Trust Me

Chapter 5: Wish.

I turn around in the bed once again. Argh. Why can't I sleep? And why the heck am I thinking of that almost kissed scene a while ago? Tss. I must be insane to even think of him. He was a criminal. I'm with a criminal. I must not forget that.

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It was apparently the third day, I woke up inside Stephen's house. Its pretty weird that I got comfortable living here with a span of three days. Escaping never even pops out from my mind. I wonder if its a good thing or a bad one. Eitherway, I like it better this way.

I don't have to worry about the things around me. Because there is nothing left. No pressure to keep my name clean. Because it was all ruined.

I just consider this circumstance as my second life. My chance of having to live differently, experience freedom, and happiness somehow. Or will I?

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I got up from the bed and went in the kitchen for breakfast. But I found it empty. I search for the bread, oats and cereals but didn't found them.

"From now on, I'll be more strict hostage taker." Stephen stated as he walk towards me.

"What now? You're going to make hungry?"

"Its nine thirty in the morning, Lautner. Just in an hour, we can already take our lunch. So you better wait for lunch time."

"What's the sense?" Seriously. What is he trying to point out here? Is he trying to remind me that I'm his hostage? What a crapp.

"There's no sense." he answered simply. Like there's no big deal.

You, annoying jerk!!

"What? Were you now cursing my name in your head?" he asked.

"You guess." I said annoyed.

I turn my back at him and get back in the room.

"Now, you're going back to sleep. Aren't you?"

"No. I'll just continue cursing your name there!" I yell at him.

I heard him laugh shortly. "You're really a bratt."

"Jerk." I mumbled.

I wish he hear me. I really do!!

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"Come over here, bratt. Lunch is ready."

"Should I thank you for inviting me?" I asked him after I had open the door and went out of the room.

"No, you shouldn't. Coz this is not for free."

"Hah! As if I can pay you." I muttered.

"Payment doesn't always mean money, Lautner. It can be more than that."

"Like what?" I manage to ask.

"Like something you should be afraid of." his expression was the same then. He still had that cold serious stare. There was no hint of inseriousiousness in his voice.

"I'm not afraid of you." I told him.

"This has nothing to do with me, its about the payment." he clarified.

"I know. But it was still you who will ask for it, right?"

"You really have the strength to say that?" he asked raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah. Its weird, but I don't find you dangerous right now."

"That's fearsome."

"For you?" I asked.