Phases Eight

Phase 3 The Bike ride

"Leo? Mmm.. Sounds masculine." He doubted whether people named their daughters Leo.

"Leo is just an abbreviation. It is short for.." she said no more. Instantly her hands held her head, snaking into her hat. She stooped below her knee pulled her hat off, and cried in anguish. Her entire body trembled like a fish out of water.

"Are you sick?" asked Will, his sea-green eyes filled with despair. Slowly her groan subsided, and there was dead silence. Will had the least idea of what made her sick. In the short span he took the blame on himself and contemplated his imaginary sentence behind the bars.

He was caught off guard when she rose from her knee, took her hands off her head. Solemnly she stared into a distance finally letting her almond eyes rest on Will. The look of recognition from before was dissolved.

"Do you hear me? Should we go to a hospital?" inquired Will.

"What happened?" she coughed.

"We were talking and suddenly you caught your head like.."

"No. Before that. Who are you and what are you doing here?" she snapped. Will sensed a tinge of coldness in her voice.

"Sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Will Turner."

Will found it quite rude as the girl walked past him when he was about to introduce himself. She stopped by the five hundred thousand bucks fedora that lay abandoned on the gravel of the porch. When her hand reached to pick it up, a pang of agony shot through her shoulder blade.

"Argh..Again!" she frowned.

"Pardon?" said Will, confused by her incoherent mumbling.

"Did I save you from a life and death situation?"

"Yes, you did. I'm really thankful for it" said Will. "Thank, my foot" she retorted. Will was slightly hurt by her piercing words. The girl picked the hat and tossed it away. Will was awe-struck, as few minutes before she asked him not to insult the hat and now she goes playing frisbee with it. He was insinuated by her strange behavior.

"Forget everything and just leave this place" she ordered

"What if they come again?" said Will, agitated.

"It's none of my business. Why should I care about your life?" She stomped on Will's faith on her to save his dear life.

"Please, I'm scared" He tried to look at her in the eye, and noticed that she knowingly avoided eye contact.

Under deep inner conflicts, she stormed to the mansion's garage. Lifting the shutter, she vanished for a short lapse. Will stood there without any idea, what  she was up to. He glanced at the bike fallen on the grass bed, thinking how a woman could change so quickly from being a reckless weirdo to a unbearable hot head. He knew about the dreadful mood swings women had once in a month, but never did he know it could get so worse.

Will saw her driving a Maserati out of the garage. His eyelids dilated in hysteria as she stopped the car with a loud screech, a few centimeters before his toes. She got down from the car and thrust the keys into Will's palm.

"Why do you go out in a cycle, when you own a Maserati Gran Turismo?" asked Will. He knew that her reply would be cold, but he couldn't control his curiosity.

"That's none of your business, punk. Just leave"

Expected

"Do you trust me so much?" said Will, glaring at the keys on his hand.

"No. You don't want to know what will happen if the car doesn't come back" she flared. The way she made the threat sent shivers down Will's spine.