Trust Me

Chapter 8: Chance?

"Good morning!"

It was the first time I heard a morning greeting from someone.

"Good morning, Peter." I greeted back. "Where is Stephen?" I asked him when I realize Stephen was not around.

"Woah! Early in the morning, you are searching for him? Tsk tsk. That doesn't sound good, Charm."

I thought he was teasing me but I realize he wasn't. He was just stating a fact. And seeing his serious face, it seems to be more like a warning.

"Peter, can I ask you some questions?" I walk towards him and sit in the chair beside him.

"Sure." he said smiling.

"Can you promise to answer them honestly?"

"Yeah. But I can't promise to answer them all."

"Okay then." I take a deep sigh before proceeding to my first question. "How long have you known Stephen?"

"About a year or two."

"What are his cases?"

"Stealing, kidnapping. Uh, what else?" he asked himself. "Ah. Hostaging." he winked.

"He never killed. Did he?"

"As far as I know, he haven't killed yet."

"He has no plans to. Right?"

"In that, I can't answer you. I don't know his plans, and I can't read his mind as well. So, I'm sorry."

"Its okay. Mmm. Where is his family?"

"Pass."

"You don't know or you can't tell?"

"Both?" he answered questioning.

I sighed. He's still monitored by Stephen. I won't get the information I need from him. They were allies. He surely won't betray Stephen.

"Then, were you also a criminal?"

He surprisingly looked at me. "Hey! Do I look like a criminal?"

"Honestly? No. But Stephen too, doesn't look like a criminal, but he was." I reasoned out.

"Well yeah. You got a point there. But once and for all, I'm not a criminal. Okay?"

"Fine. fine!" I said. "Then, why are you helping him?"

"Pass."

"Argh. Do you possibly like him?" I knew this was a ridiculous question. But I don't know where I get it from.

"You are joking. Aren't you?"

I shook my head. "I'm serious."

"HAHAHAHA! That was beyond funny, Charm." he said while holding his tummy.

"What's funny?" a voice from behind suddenly muttered.

"Oh, you came back!" Peter commented.

"What are you laughing at, before I came in?" Stephen entered the house& sit at the chair opposite us.

"Ah, Charm just throw a very funny joke." Peter answered.

"What was that?" asked Stephen.

"She asked me if I--"

I cut him off. "I-its nothing!"

But that makes him more curious. "What is it, Peter?"

"Nah. You wouldn't want to hear it." -Peter

"I'm asking you what is it?" -Stephen

"I said I wasn't really a girl!" I shouted while having my eyes closed.

"HAHAHAHA!" -Peter.

"Tss." -Stephen.

"Haah." I sighed. What did I just said? Where did I get that lie?

"That's none sense. Not even funny."

"So, you believe he was a real girl?" Peter asked.

"No. She was fake."

"WHAAT?!" I asked loudly.

His face suddenly turn serious as he face Peter. "Scott, let's talk outside."

Err! They have been talking outside for 20 minutes now. What are they talking about? Is that something really important? Why do they have to talk privately? Could they possibly have talk about me? Are they going to kick me out now? And throw me away just somewhere??

"NO!" I yells. Getting totally carried away with my thoughts.

"Woah! What are you yelling at?"

I looked at the door. Jeez! They just got in, the moment I yells.

That was way to embarasing.

"What did you talked about?" I asked him.

"Ofcourse, we talk about you. We talk how can we--"

"Stop the nonsense talk, Scott." Stephen warned.

"Well then, I'll leave it to both of you." I told them. Then I turn my back and was ready to leave. (Thinking that they might have not yet done talking about me)

"No, you stay. I wanna talk to you, Charm." Stephen said in a serious voice.

"Uh-oh. Should I leave you two, then?" Scott asked.

Stephen just nodded and then he walk through the kitchen.

"Bye, Charm!"

"Ah, Bye Pete." I throw him a smile.

Peter went out.

Stephen sit in one of the dinning chair. But I didn't followed him. Instead, I just sit in the sofa. So now were meters away.

"What are you planning to do?" I suddenly ask. Breaking the moment of silence that went between us.

"You know I won't tell you."

"Yeah. Atleast I try to ask."

"Last night, I dreamt of you."

I abruptly looked at him the moment I heard that. He was looking at me intently. His stare was not the usual one. It was more powerful and yet, dangerous.

"What happened?" I asked him, still looking at him.

"You escaped."

"Ah. That's really just a dream." I said.

"Yeah. And I thought of it. Maybe I can consider."

"What do you mean?" I asked him curiously.

"Listen very well, Charm.." he said. "This could be the first yet the last time.."

"That?" I curiously asked.

Why is he staring that way?

His eyes were pleading. Like they want something else to say.

He take a deep breath.

"Haaaah."

He looked me directly in my eyes. "..I'm giving you the chance to escape."