Cruel Sanctuary

Chapter 7

The lift doors open and Owen helps me into the penthouse with all of my bags, "Okay," He begins and we collapse onto the sofa, the bags slopping next to us, "let's get all these bags up to your room and order Indian food. Then you can choose a movie, sound like a plan?" Owen suggests and I perk up at the idea.

"That sounds like the perfect night. I'm so tired," I groan and he pulls me up from the sofa. We grab an equal amount of bags between us both, lugging them upstairs to my bedroom, tripping multiple times along the way. When we manage to get all the bags lined up on my bed, I turn to Owen and huff out in exhaustion, "What now?" I ask him and he grabs my Victoria's Secret bags.

"We get rid of the underwear and bras you don't need and replace them with these new ones. Then we'll do your wardrobe," He explains and I get up to help him. As we go through my drawers, an awkward silence looms over us, so I suggest we play Twenty-One Questions, "Sure, you go first, I'll ask you." He replies and I nod, not wanting to inform him that it's not how you play Twenty-One Questions, "So, if you had a time machine, would you go back in time or go to the future?" He asks me and I blink in response, I've never really thought of that.

"Uhh, I'd probably go back in time because I didn't have any worries back then," I reply and he nods in response, taking it in, "Oh man, this is hard. Would you rather leave your hometown and never be able to return again or stay in your hometown but never be able to leave?" Okay, these are random questions, I chuckle to myself.

"Well, I suppose I would rather leave my hometown and never return because I'd have a new start. I wouldn't be the boyfriend stealer or anything," I answer and he smiles gently at me before throwing my favourite pyjamas in the bin so I pick them back up and put them back in my drawers.

"What was your favourite game as a child?"

"The game we used to play as kids, you know the one when we used to play in my mum's car pretending we were on a road trip?" I tell him and he looks up and smiles, nostalgically and nods, "Me too, what food do you crave most of the time?"

I chuckle, folding up more clothes, "Isn't it obvious? Any kind of oriental food is my favourite."

"If you could visit one place, where would it be?"

"Probably Belgium, at Christmas."

"What would your dream house look like?"

"This house," I shrug, not having thought much about it as he drags my bags into my wardrobe. He thinks for a while, "If you could own three cars, what would they be?" 

"A Range Rover, a BMW X5 and a Volkswagen Beetle."

"Oh, nice! What makes you angriest?" He fires and I stiffen, "Selfishness and you," I reply, plainly and he snorts a laugh, "Thanks!" He says, sarcastically, "What makes you smile?"

"Cute animals, obviously, oh, and food!" He chuckles, "I already knew that," He laughs, "Which song reminds you most of your life?"

"Beautiful People by Ed Sheeran because I like how it challenges stereotypes, you know?"

"I'm beginning to," He nods, "Which is more important, truth or happiness?"

"Truth, obviously, because without truth you can't be happy because you're living a lie," I answer in a 'duh' tone, "Would you rather be rich or famous?"

"Famous because famous people are inspiring and make a difference or, at least, that's the type of famous person I'd like to be."

"This one's cliche," He smirks, "If you were a superhero, what would be your power?"

"Teleportation because I could be anywhere I want to be," I say and he nods in agreement, "And we wouldn't have to pay for flights," He winks and I chuckle, acknowledging that teleportation would definitely make seeing the world cheaper and easier, "Okay, I'm bored of this now, I'll head to the shop to grab milk," He concludes and I shrug, "Yeah, sure, I'll choose a movie and serve up the food when it arrives," I agree and he takes out his wallet.