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'You do know that this is my house, don't you?' I questioned him while bending to pick up the toothbrush from just now and walked to the sink.

'Well, guess what milady, I thought that this is my house too. It should be.' He stated with confidence.

I opened the tap to wash the toothbrush and let the water flowed while looking at the cabinet's mirror.

'There's an asylum 10 miles away from here. I could surely get a room or two for you so that you could have 'your' house.' I said, locking our eyes and to show him I had as much confidence.

I averted my eyes to the toothbrush I was holding when I felt a presence from behind me. I looked up in the mirror and realised he trapped me in between his arms. It's his turn to lock his deep, piercing eyes with mine.

'Why an asylum, hun? Is your heart that full? You better make some space cuz' I'm creeping in, sweety.'

He spoke, and although I hate to admit that my heart fluttered a bit because I hated, no, loathed this guy since the beginning of time. Hahahahaha, I'm kidding!

And so, I did what I do best. I elbowed him in the stomach, stepped on his foot and quickly made my way out of the bathroom.

'Mamaaaa!!! There's a freak right here in OUR house, showered in OUR bathroom and is still walking on OUR tiles. Ask him to disappear, Mamaaa!' I ranted down the stairs through the hallway and into the kitchen.

'What?! A freak?! Let me chop him into 8000 pieces and let me know if he could walk on our tiles again.'

Mama turned around with a knife in here right hand cutting God-knows-what.

'Hi, auntie. Good morning. How was your sleep? Did you get any nightmares?'

Suddenly, Daoming Si came walking into the kitchen, with long strides. Damn, those long legs.

'I'm fine, sweetie. Did you get a good night's rest?' Mama asked.

'Sure did, auntie.' He replied with a so awfully sweet voice.

'Mama, he's the freak. Chop him as you said.' I butted in the conversation. Then, he was smirking. Well, yea, smirk all you want for now. Or so I thought.

'Iman, how could you address Daoming Si like that?! I'm going to teach you a lesson.'

And she came, sauntering towards me, attempting to beat me up when a hand held her wrist.

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