In your Arms

Chapter Seven

Amity woke up to the sound of her bedside clock's alarm. She stretched, yawned, and rubbed her eyes. It was fifteen minutes before 9 o'clock when she checked the time and her eyes widened as she realized she'll be late for her art class today.

"Oh sheez!" she exclaimed as she bolted upright and removed her blanket. She quickly got off from bed, put on her slippers and grabbed her towel.

"Fudge, fudge, fudge. I am gonna be friggin' late!" she mumbled as she briskly opened her bedroom door and went to the bathroom to have a bath. Amity almost didn't notice a figure wearing a black leather jacket and white shirt sleeping on the couch. She stopped midway and her eyes widened in horror.

A man! She thought and then held her chest. Amity went back to her room with panic in her eyes and took her ballerina figurine on top of her dresser as her weapon in case she had to hit him and slowly walked back to the living room, silently and obviously alert towards the man lying on the couch.

Her eyebrows were creased as she eyed the man who's sleeping with his right arm on top of his eyes. She can't visualize the man's full features because of his arm resting and covering half of his face. Amity saw two hand carry bags on the floor and it seemed like the man came from a flight. But as she drew closer to try in removing his arm on his face, she wrinkled her nose. The man reeked from the smell of cigar and alcohol and Amity couldn't help not to gag. She hate how he smelled.

The man suddenly shifted from his position and his arm is now placed on top of his chest. Amity's eyes continued to furrow as she tried to look closely at the man's face. Something in this man seemed familiar to her. He looked like she'd seen him somewhere before, she just couldn't remember when or how.

Amity slowly moved her face closer to study his features. The man still slept soundly and she has time to try and recognize who he is.

Who is this guy? How did he get in here? she thought, puzzled. Even though the man looked clearly like a stranger, still the thought of him entering the condo unit seems a little bit weird. Obviously this man has a key, because the door didn't looked like it was forced open.

She bent down and tilted her head while she examined the man's face. He looks peaceful while asleep, I just hope he's not a bad guy.. She thought. Amity noticed that the man has porcelain skin and must be at least 5'9 in height. His eyes, even though closed, looked like it was chinky. He has a not so quite pointy nose, and his pinkish lips were thin for a guy like him but she find it cute. What also caught her attention was his hair, she remembered that the hair style is called a Mohawk, which is such a fad hairstyle these days. He wears a plain white shirt under a black fitted leather jacket, worn out pants, and a black high cut Puma rubber shoes. She remembered how Simon wears clothes in a minimalist way just like this man, the only color touching their outfit is black and white. But unlike Simon, this guy looked a total bad-ass.

Amity was in quandary whether or not she should wake up the guy or call for security because she clearly doesn't know who this guy is and he might've mistaken Simon's unit as his. Thoughts like, he might be a psychotic on the loose crossed her mind and it brought her again another wave of terror.

She was squinting at the man's features and their faces were only a few millimeters apart when the man suddenly opened his eyes. Both of them became wide eyed at the same time and screamed.

"What the--?!" the man exclaimed as he abruptly shifted to a sitting position on the couch. A mix of confusion and vigilance is profound in his expression. "Who the hell are you?!"

Amity raised her eyebrows and looked in disbelief. "Who am I?" she scoffed, "I happen to live here!"

The man looked dumbfounded and creased his eyebrows. "You? Live here?" He scanned the place. "I know who owns this place. And clearly it's not you." he pointed a finger at her.

Amity fleered at the man's credulity, she shook her head. "Get out before I call security." she ordered.

"Go ahead. It's you who should be kicked out from this place." the man challenged her and smirked. "Might as well let the security do the job."

This guy is getting on my nerves! Amity thought furiously. "Who the hell do you think you are huh?!" she shouted.

The man chortled, "You don't live here alone do you?"

Amity swallowed hard. "Yes. I don't. There's someone living here with me. If you don't want him to hurt you because you're a trespasser then you should go." she answered looking at the man with slitted eyes.

"Trespasser?" the man let out a loud laugh. "You know nothing."

"Are you trying to ridicule me? Leave. Now." Amity pointed towards the door gesturing the man to go out. She was getting more and more impatient.

A corner of the man's lips twitched to a half smile. "Where's the owner of this unit? C'mon, call him."

"He's.." Amity fumbled in her thoughts for a smart answer. If she tell this man that Simon's not here and she's alone right now he might do something to her. She has to think fast. But no words came out of her mouth.

"Well? Where is he?"

"He's.. Not here. He's at work." Amity answered.

The man bit his lip. "Fine. Guess I have to wait. What time will he arrive?"

Amity raised an eyebrow. He's very annoying! she thought. "You can't just stay here."

The man stood up and took a step towards her, Amity took a step back and gripped the figurine she's holding. The man noticed it in her hand and snickered.

"You gonna hit me with that?" he pointed at her ballerina figurine.

"I will if I have to." she tried not to look scared and straightened her posture.

"Yeah you can try." the man cackled.

"Look, I don't know what your problem is, but you have to leave." Amity answered firmly.

The man shrugged in a mocking way, "Say what you wanna say, I am and will be staying here for awhile. I have every right in doing so."

"Oh really? Get out. You're getting on my nerves." she said flatly.

"Well too bad, you'll be dealing with me for some time." the man smiled slyly.

"What are you trying to say huh?" Amity looked baffled.

The man grinned at her cockily, "I'm Alexander Tan, Simon's one and only baby brother."