Sucker For Pain ✔

Chapter 42

(HARLEY's POV)

Waking up, I see that Puddin isn't beside me on the bed. Sitting up on the bed, I rub my eyes. Someone then knocks on the bedroom door, "come in." I mumble.

"Aweeee! You shouldn't have!" I say, seeing Puddin walking in with a tray of breakfast.

"Only for you." He winks, with a large grin. Setting the tray down on the bed, it reveals strawberries, toast, bananas, orange juice, pancakes and bacon.
Oh geez... looks delicious, there's so much though!

"This is a lot! How could I finish?" I say laughing.

"You'll just have to eat all of it. Every last piece. I won't help. I'll see you downstairs." He laughs and winks while exiting the room.

I sigh.

. . .

Drinking the last sip from the orange juice, I put the tray aside the bed. I quickly stand up, and stretched. Grabbing the tray, I head downstairs.

"30 minutes and 45 seconds." He says smiling.

"Haha, what?" I ask confused, setting the tray down on the kitchen counter.

"That's how long you took to eat, and get up."

"Why are you timing me?" I tilt my head to the side.

"I have the whole day planned." He says while typing something on his phone.

"Okay...? So, what's the next thing on the agenda?" I ask ever so curious.

"You'll have to find it, it's hidden somewhere in the living room. You have 5 minutes to find it." He pulls out his phone, going to the timer setting.

Today's sure gonna be interesting.

Looking at the three sofa's, all in white. I quickly check the one to the left. Nothing. Then the one on the right. Nothing. I quickly check the middle sofa, still- nothing.

"3 minutes left!"

I look under the table that stands in between all the coaches and still nothing. Where the hell is it? I check the flower vases, nope.

"1 minute!"

Already!? Checking under the carpet placed on the marbled flooring, I find a gum wrapper. Trash. Stuffing it in my pocket, I quickly stand.

"49 seconds!"

My eyes wander around for a split second, until I saw the flat screen tv. There we go. Running to it, I check behind it ; revealing a weapon. Just a normal handgun. I know...

"3... 2-"

Pulling out the bullets, there's one made out of paper. Right before he says "2" I quickly yell, "got it!!!"

"Good job Honey! What does it say?" He asks.

"It says... mark my words, white is formal, white is nice, isn't it nice to make it white?" I read, "what is that supposed to mean?" I ask.

"You'll see, in about- now!" As he says that, there's an immediate knock at the front door. What could this be?

SNEAK PEAK for chapter 43:
Isn't it nice to make it white?... on chapter 43, you'll discover what the poem means. Could it be something simple... something extravagant? Find out on the next chapter ;)