A Perfect Life Without You (Ongoing)

Chapter 4: Patient = None

Okay, okay, okay.

I stand in my closet, but I'm completely overwhelmed. How on gods earth am I supposed to get all of this with me? Do I just take with me the essentials? I don't know how good patient he has, but out of my little experience I would say none.

I'm running from one side of the room to the other and collecting things. I put all my favorite sweaters and jeans in my bag, along with some socks. I avoided taking the two pair with polka dots and pink bows on. Including the ugly Christmas socks from god knows when.

Phone charger, makeup bag, my jewelry, shower stuff and underwear! I almost forgot. I ran to my underwear drawer, fast like a grandma on extasy. On my way, my foot got stuck in that stupid fluffy carpet. I fell head first to the floor.

"Ugh! Stupid soft carpet. I never should have bought you!" I got up from the floor and stuffed my bag with underwear. I took a deep breath and looked around the room. I bet he's losing it down stairs, if he still is here though.

But what about my bed sheets?
What about my bed?
Where will I sleep when I get there?
Where does he even live?

I think I'm getting cold feet. This is stupid, I should have asked this Orion guy about any legal papers or something. I'm so stupid! Now he's probably robbing my house, and when I get downstairs the guy is standing pointing a gun at my head. Why am I so naïve?! You would think I still was that thirteen years old girl, who thought that the old man smoking cigars and drinking a flask of vodka was just being "nice".

Such an idiot!

I tried to knock some sense into my head but it didn't seem to work. I'm doomed, but I can't give up. If I remember correctly I had a tennis racket lying here somewhere. I sprinted to my closet and looked on the top of my shelf.

"YES!" I grabbed it and instantly was in defense mode. "Wow, it's like I've been doing this my whole life! I'm a natural. Like, really where did I learn this?."

Okay focus. I can do this. I'll just go down and beat up his ass. Simple.

I walked slowly down the stair preparing myself to witness a robbery. I rounded the corner in the stairs and I looked down upon Orion who observed a picture on the shelf. His perfect criminal ass turned around giving me an even better view. He looked at me like I was psychotic.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Dark eyebrows formed in a straight line, confirming to me that he was done with this nonsense.

"I think you should ask yourself that question. I know that you're lying to me, just so you can steal from me! Or whatever sick twisted thing you planned to do. But let me tell you, that there's really nothing to steal. Unless you want that 15-dollar table you just destroyed. By the way, you owe me 15 bucks."

He didn't look like he was trying something shady. He was simply observing a picture. But if he isn't here to steal, then what? ...Maybe Arnold really did send him, and he's telling the truth.

Orion looked beyond pissed. He looked almost bloodthirsty and ready to kill me. If I keep on talking he probably would. "I am not here to steal from your lowlife ass, and you already know that. Believe it or not, but I'm here to help you."

Ouch.

He walked across the room quicker than I thought was possible, and suddenly he was up close to me.  In rage, he threw my tennis racket violently on the floor. He looked at me directly in the eyes and I truly felt like an idiot.