100 ways to escape you

Chapter 5

Cleaning has always been a good outlet for me. When I'm frustrated I clean. When I can't sleep I scrub toilets and bathtubs. When I feel like crying instead I wash dishes and mop floors.

I really HATE crying. I don't believe in shouting either. Instead I focus my energy elsewhere. I've always been this way. Chloe says it's unhealthy, but I think differently. Was it useful when she bawled her eyes out the last time she broke up with someone? What is the purpose of crying and shouting if no one sees you do it. It's only useful if you want to show someone you are angry or hurt, but if they are not around to see it then it's purposeless.

I finish scrubbing the bathroom and it's already seven in the morning. I look over my work proudly. Not a speck on the floor. Perfect! This is much better than getting angry at that sleeping guy on my sofa, who probably doesn't even realize what he did. It's not that he kissed me that got me angry; it was that I reacted in a way I didn't predict.

I've had flings before, but I've never had a reaction like that, where I couldn't control myself. I hate that. I really do. When I look at him, I feel...no... I just know that he would destroy me if I let myself go. So I won't. He won't get to me. He won't get a chance to get under my skin.

I walk towards the kitchen and see him sitting on the sofa, rubbing his eyes and running a tired hand through his hair.

-Morning, sunshine. - I drily say and boil some water, taking out two mugs: a green and a black one.-Would you like some coffee?

He raises his eyes and the deep blue ones meet mine, holding my gaze for a moment. Then he nods and stands up slowly walking towards the kitchen table in all his half naked glory. However he doesn't stop there, he stops a few inches behind me and puts both his hands on the counter top caging me in.

If he thinks I'm going to react to him in any way, he's completely wrong. I pour the instant coffee mix into both mugs and calmly turn around to meet his intense gaze.

He just keeps on staring at me without saying anything. His hair is disheveled and looks amazing even after just waking up. Life is so unfair.

-I only have instant coffee; I'm out of regular one, so it'll have to do.

-That's fine. –his lips turn into a small smirk as he continues to stare at my face.

-Want any breakfast? - He shakes his head and retreats giving me room to breathe before sitting down at the table.

-I've washed and dried your t-shirt, it was drenched yesterday, but you can wear it now if you want. - I say putting the green cup of coffee in front of him.

-How did I end up here, Hannah? – He suddenly asks me out of the blue. –I mean not that I'm not thankful, thanks for taking me in by the way, but how did you find me?

-Before I get to that, can I ask you what you remember from last night? - I'm curious myself to know how he ended up practically on my doorstep. He doesn't know where I live. Well correction, didn't. Sadly now he does. I realize that if he wants to, he can find me again and that bothers me.

Adrian shrugs and takes a sip of his coffee. He puts two more teaspoons of sugar in.

-It's really simple. I drank a bit last night at the club with the guys and a really cute girl was into me. We decided to go to her place and she drove us there. The last minute she decided that she didn't want to go to her place but wanted to go to mine. I told her I don't really remember where I live. So she got pissed off and left me in the middle of the street. – He said and I laughed.

-Wait, what? Hold on. You don't remember where you live? How is that even possible? - I almost choked on my burning hot coffee from laughing.