IN THE ARMS OF MR. MICHAELS (UNDER MAJOR REVISION)

CHAPTER TWELVE

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The following day she tried to avoid Robert at any possible cost. She can't still get whatever he was spouting yesterday out of her brain system. Jul was now conscious but still weak to pester the hell out of Robert. After Robert leave her like a gaping fish, she tried hard to keep her raging nerves calm. God knows how much she had tried before it slightly subsided.

She keep the luggage with her since after she had rummage through the heap of cloth, she had found a decent bikinis for her to wear. When she'd go back to their shelter, she never talked to him and looked at his way. Not wanting to give him the chance to talk to her. And when the morning came, she immediately get up from her so comfortable and soft rock bed to start her day.

She really missed her bed back on their apartment. She immediately check Jul if he need something from her but said he can now manage on his own. So she leave him be and do what she really wanted to do this day.

She smiled thinking that she can finally take her dirty clothes off. She rushed to the nearby shore where there are pile of rocks she can hide with and with bikini on her hands. From her peripheral view, she could see Robert eyeing her suspiciously while she rushed to the shore.

She just rolled her eyes thinking about him. She can't still trust herself to be near him and not act like a teenage fool remembering what happened yesterday.

'Because the next time I'd try to do that, you would never see it coming, Anya.'

'Remember that, Anya.'

She can still clearly remember his words from yesterday. It sounds so promising that made her spine to shiver even by just the thought of it. She mentally shook that off from her mind. She had more important things to think about than that man.

She went behind the rocks as tall as she, enough to hide her from any malicious eyes. She quickly take her clothes off then change into the bikini she had brought in with her.

She frowned when she was done changing, feeling so hard to breath. It was the only bikini that was decent enough for her. It was a vintage plaid high-waisted fit bikini sets so it would be able to hide more of her upper skin.

"Oh my God, I hope I won't explode from this bikini." She said to herself, holding out her breath to perfectly fit into it. She felt like she was going to bursts out anytime with just one wrong move. It was slightly small for her size but she think she can manage with it and hope that it won't bring her to utter embarrassment by being torn up in front of Jul and Robert.

Oh, as if she had a care about that jerk. She turned her attention back to her dirty clothes that she had worn from the plane crashed to this day. She pick it on the ground then grimaced while looking at it on her hands. It really needs a lot of effort and time to thoroughly clean it. It seems it had been used by the owner through hardships in life.

Thinking about it somehow made her smile. She should really clean this one if she wanted to use it again till they can leave this place. She look around her then look up above her, she squinted her eyes with the blinding sunlight.

The sun was now scorching hot but she won't take a heed of that and instead begin with her task, a task that need her to use her kung Fu skills in washing her filthy clothes and recover it from her abusive use.
Well, it wasn't like intentional okay.

After a million seconds had passed, she had finally done with her task. Atleast, it looks cleaner now that she had dive it a hundred times in the sea water without any soap. How wonderful.

Her sweats now racing to fall above her eyes and she felt like she was some meat grilled in the hellish scorching hot fire.

She take her now washed clothes to the nearest rock and put that atop it to let it dry. She hastily run back to the shelter and see what she can do to help to get some food.