Chapter Four: Trouble?
I was left sitting on the edge of my bed affected by his words. I snapped out of my reverie when I hear clanking noises downstairs and that’s when I remembered, the broken shards of the frame were still there. I hurried down and was surprised yet again to see Ezekiel cleaning the remaining things I left undone.
“I’m going to live here too.” Were his words as he stored the vacuum cleaner away. I just smiled and was ready to go outside when he came back inside. “Let’s eat.” He said without looking at me and I just nodded. I prepared myself for the motorbike but I only saw a Bugatti Veyron parked in front of the driveway.
“Is that yours?” I asked pointing towards the car. He just looked at me and walked towards it. He must be very rich to afford two expensive rides of the latest models. I hesitantly opened the backdoor but the door where the passenger seat is opened.
“Buckle up.” He looked at me as he put the engines to life. The engine purred and I saw how he likes to hear it because he stepped on the gas. “You really are a racer.” I huffed as I looked ahead. “I didn’t say I wasn’t.” pride is hinted as he said those words.
We drove down the city and stopped at a café by the corner. I can’t say it’s crowded judging by how I look at it. I was told to stay in the car. I waited for him for about twenty minutes. He returned with two cups of coffee judging by the smell and he bought a full bag of food and drinks. Maybe, he’s going to eat them all at once.
I hear that men usually eat more. “Hold these.” He gave the tray of the coffee and put the bag of food in the backseat. He ignited the engine once again and drove off. I’m beginning to see how he loves speed. His face lightens up every time he steps on the gas.
I started to see the beauty of it. I now know why people love speed. It makes you forget things you don’t want to think about. It’s just you, the speed and the wheel nothing else matters. I have the feeling that he is in a deep place, I don’t know, maybe I am right or maybe I am wrong. I was still looking ahead but I knew that somehow, we share a common interest in appreciating silence. “Why did you choose to live alone?”
He said out of nowhere. “Well, that’s my home and my relatives were responsible for my parents’ death so I made myself a recluse.” I smiled at the remembrance of how justice was served for my parents.
“Don’t you want to seek revenge?” he asked again but there is some softness in his tone I thought I heard. “Why would I waste my life in seeking revenge when I can do that by living?” I turned to his side, amused of what he thinks I should do. He just shrugged.
“My parents’ died, I lived, and by living, I meant just enjoying moments as it passes you by. You can’t live for revenge. It’s like living for them, instead, live for your own sake.” I smiled again.I heard him sigh and we slowed down. By the looks of this place, I think we’re on a hill. “C’mon.” I just nodded and stepped out of the car with the tray of coffee and the bag of food. “What are we doing here?” I asked him as we tread a dusty path towards someplace else.
“Just walk.” I’m feeling the gravity as we’re climbing up the hill. I thought that there would be no end to the walking. I walked to be beside him and I knew now that the climb is all worth it. He sat down under the tree and looked at me as he taps the ground beside him implementing that I could sit with him.
“Why’d you brought me here?” I asked while I sipped my now not-so-hot coffee. “You need it.” He whispered as he bites through his bread. “I need what?” confused at his words, I turned to him. “You need some place quiet and where you could think.” He explained as he looks up the blue cloudless sky. He let out an exasperated sigh. “Is there something troubling you?” I asked.
