The Heartbreaker's Game

15 - Defending Her

Heather’s POV

Monday again.

I can’t believe I made it passed the weekends with that alien in my house. It was not easy, I tell you.

Since I took evening work shifts during the weekends, I had the whole morning and afternoon off. I usually spent it just lazing about in front of the television until it was time to head for work but Trevor wanted me to take him out to explore the places in Washington. So that was what I did on both Saturday and Sunday.

And it was a torture.

I didn’t know where to take him so I just took him to random places. And sometimes the buildings we went to were freakin’ huge. Trevor dragged me here and there and everywhere. Then around in the afternoon, we went to Beltway Plaza Mall. The place was huge, and was packed with other tourists.

So guess what the idiot did.

He ran off.

I panicked. I wasn’t really familiar with the shopping mall since I don’t normally go shopping. So I wandered around aimlessly, having no clue where I was going, therefore getting lost in the midst of shoppers. I spent hours walking here and there, looking for him but there was no sight of him. My feet were starting to ache due to the endless hours spent walking, looking for that asshole.

Then when it was almost time for me to go to work, I got even more anxious that I literally broke down and cried.

Then Trevor appeared out of nowhere with an arrogant smirk and it hit me — he didn’t run off.

He was invisible.

I felt everything at once. Anger for the humiliation yet relieved that I hadn’t completely lost this stupid idiot. I reacted like how I normally would’ve reacted. I threw my bag at him and it hit him square on the head. There was this loud crack when my bag made contact with his head and his head swerved to the side from the impact. Good. I hope a bruise will form. He deserved it for giving me a shock.

I was really scared.

On Sunday, he promised he wouldn’t do it again when I took him to a park where there were people selling stuff in the stalls lined up down the streets. But he was gone. I wasn’t worried. He was invisible. So I just did my thing, buy a couple of things, and take a few pictures of things.

I was peering over a jewellery stall when I heard someone calling my name. When I turned, I saw Trevor running over to me with a worried look on his face. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” he said, shaking his head.

I frowned, confused, dropping the necklace that I was holding. Does this mean he really wandered off?

People were starting to notice us. Girls stared, not believing he was so cute (what do they see in him, I mean he’s not even good-looking — he’s fucking handsome. Wait, wait, no, no, he’s not!). Aunties and uncles snickered, muttering comments about how ‘cute the couple’ were. That got my face red and I looked down in embarrassment.

Then Trevor hugged me and said, “Dear, you know you shouldn’t wander off by yourself. The doctors said you’re not well enough. You’re still ill. You had me worried sick! What if you explode and lose control again? I don’t want to have to sent you to the hospital where they’d put you in the mentally ill ward again!”

Holy fuckity —

People started backing away from me, gasping in horror, and my mouth dropped in utter disbelief as I turned to gape at him in dismay.

That fathead.

When I pushed him away, he smirked. Then I took off one side of my shoes and chased him down the streets, proving his statement of my being ill right.