I Found Home [Completed]

Chapter Three

After cooking up some pasta, I placed the plate down on the table. Rebecca reluctantly came over and sat down, her gaze on the food and flickering on every single noddle. Her brown eyes seemed to be analyzing what was on the plate. I rolled my eyes and took off the cheap, black apron off of my torso. I folded it and tossed it onto the counter. Sitting down in front of her, I watched as she stared at the food, not making a move to eat it.

"Is this how much faith you have put into humanity?" I asked, crossing my arms as I leaned back in the chair.

Rebecca shrugged, fiddling with her fingers. "The world is.. dangerous, to say the least. I can't be too sure."

"I assure that you can trust me. Why else would I invite a stranger into my household? Poisoning someone is stupid. It would've been a waste of time for me too." A look crossed her face, telling me she was unconvinced. I stood up and sighed, shaking my head. "But if you really insist on not eating, I guess I'll have to let you sleep. You must be exhausted."

She snapped up at me, confused. "But I thought you said—"

"That was a minor threat," I replied coldly. "Next time, it will actually be true." I could practically sense her shiver as I walked out of the kitchen. "You can sleep in my room. It doesn't really matter where I sleep. I have a bunch of other.. stuff, in the other room."

Rebecca's eyes widened. "S-Stuff?"

I looked back, my eyes blank. Her gaze met mine, and she saw the sadness seeping out of my soul. "Memories," I said. "Pictures." I looked away and peered at the picture sitting on the window sill. A little girl with strawberry blonde hair had stood there, a bright smile on her face that seemed to be just as bright as her emerald green eyes. "Of something that once used to be my home."

I left her to wallow in the silence.

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Sitting on my bed and looking through old photos, I heard the shower turn off. Rebecca finally finished her shower. God. Only took her an hour. I stood up and grabbed some clothes out of my closet. That'll leave a dent in my rent money. I was lucky to have had some girly necessities because of the leftover stuff my ex-girlfriend left me. I guess that crazy bitch was good for something for once. I rolled my eyes at the thought. Putting my clothes back down on the bed, I had cleaned up as much as I could.

If I remember, girls don't like messy locations. Everything has to be organized. I looked at the papers scattered on the nightstand and shrugged. Oh well. She's gonna have to deal with it sooner or later. The door opened, and Rebecca peeked out from the bathroom. She saw me and stepped out. I guess she didn't want to wash her hair that day.

"Uh, thanks," she immediately said while exiting, "for letting me stay, I mean. Cause we don't really know each other, and that's the first thing someone has ever done for the sake of my living soul."

"You sound depressed," I deadpanned, grabbing my clothes. "You're sleeping in my room. I'll just sleep on the couch outside."

"O-Okay," she whispered meekly.

I headed into the bathroom and turned on the water to the bathtub. Closing the door and locking it, I looked at the mirror and stared at myself. Tch. Strawberry blonde hair might as well be a fucking joke on me. I rolled my eyes. It's basically pink. I sighed and waited for the bath to fill up. I guess when Rebecca sleeps, I'll have to clean up those papers. I don't want her to be seeing them. I finally looked over at the bathtub and saw the water brimming. I turned it off and took off my clothes, slipping into the bath.

It's warm at least.

I found myself staring at the ceiling. Why would Rebecca Walker want to run away from home? She just got into a fight with her mother. I guess that the Walker family don't play. To explain, Rebecca Walker was the daughter of a famous CEO in Paris. His name was Martin Walker, and his wife was a famous, notoriously-known designer. I knew about them because of the famous breaking news that happened. The news was about their unknown daughter running away from home, gone missing. And who else could it have been?

Rebecca Walker.

I noticed my fingers pruning up and got out of the bath. Letting all the water slip down the drain, I dried myself and changed my clothes. Something her mother said probably affected her deeply. She was known to be closer to her mother because her father was an asshole to their family. I shrugged at myself in the mirror, and I walked out of the bathroom. Rebecca was staring at the ceiling, the blanket thrown on top of her. She heard the door and looked at me. I stared back.

"Good night..." she whispered, smiling a bit. "And thank you."

I clicked my tongue and rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Just don't expect everyone on this planet to do the same." I grabbed the extra blanket from my closet and opened the door. I looked over at her, only to see that she was staring at me, her eyes hurt from those words. Well crap. Do something nice! I smiled a little, and said, "Good night, Rebecca."

Her eyes brightened again. "U-Um, good night."

"You already said that, dumbass," I replied.

"I-I'm sorry!"

I snickered and closed the door behind me.