Never Been

Chapter 8

"What time is it?" a low and deep voice asked enduring some short temper

"U-Uhmm-" 

"Answer me!" he ordered melting my bravery with his frightful voice. I gave in a whimper. My eyes were welling up. I can control this. You're not a loser, Lee...Aren't you?

"1:30 pm" I said straight

"So...you know the time... I'm sure that you know what it means?" he asked composing himself

"Yes, I do. I apologize... I just hav-"

"I don't care!" he shouted.

I breathed rapidly and bit my lower lip tightly, hoping I could still hold everything in. What the fvck is wrong with you Seth! I wish I could just say that. You never listened to anyone. I clenched my fist tighter and avoided looking at the Ice Monster in front of me.

"Go back to work!!" He exclaimed as I went back to my office without minding even a single sh!t. You know, I may look and act geek and nerd, but my brain does not—it's the complete opposite. I can be an asshole. Damn!

I've been late for I'd been taking care of a near-to-death niece. I hoped he cared to listen. But fvck no, he didn't. My brother and his wife were filing a divorce. None of them was ever available to take care of the little girl. 

Poor Christina. Good thing mom and dad volunteered to look after her. And now, I was back here loaded with paperworks and all I've ever heard was I don't care.

I worked hard. If there were things that I have to discuss with the Monster I just let Shea do the job of talking to him. I was not ready to face him yet, not until I got my armor.

It was already 8:30 in the evening. So what? Are you asking me to tell what happened during work? No sh!t! Who even wants to narrate some ass-tiring job? Okay, so it's 8:30 already. I've got to go home and decided to bid farewell to Seth.

I knocked on the door and opened it. He's there as busy as ever

"Seth, I'm going home."

"Do so." He said without even looking at me. Our conversation was like in the middle of a blizzard-cold and shivering. Both of us don't know what to say and how to say things.

I walked out of the building without all the on-street focus that I should have. It's New York, so it's still alive. Care-freely had I walked down a narrow and quiet alley. 

An old man approached me. He was the typical hobo and I'll trust your man to create the picture. I was startled by his presence

"How old are you?" he asked creepily. I didn't reply and dodged him instead, hurrying to finish the passage.

"You're not yet answering me young lady!" Droplets of sweat started dropping out of my body. My breathing staggered and body-trembling. I walked back briskly and the walking soon turned into running. I looked back at him he's still damn fast. He brought down his pants showing his disgusting pickle- yuuuck- while chasing me. 

Does he even think he's pickle is as hot as JT's? No damn way! Keep dreaming old man!

Oh Lord! Why? Why does it have to be this fugly old man? Can it be anyone hotter? Or can he be just as hot as Ian Somerhalder?

No, please..No...

I looked back again, and suddenly I bumped into something hard.

Sh!t!

I turned a peek up...

It's Seth!

He held my both arms and stared at the old man, who became scared of his arrival. I panted. My right hand above my chest. I guess my face was all red.