BUG OF THE PAST

2.SLEEPLESS NIGHT

Aslan's POV.

As I clossed the door behind me, I yawned. Again. Probably for the 15th time.

As tiredness dawned on me,I first started to loosen my office tie.Then I turned towards the large mirror attached to the empty closet.

My muscles were aching all over.My raven hair a toussled mess. I ran my fingers through them with an attempt to smooth them down.

I then unbuttoned the folded arms of my white shirt and opened my collar.The relief!

I could now see my toned chest through the opened buttons of my shirt.

As I unbutonned my shirt further,I glanced at the mirror.

My dark grey eyes through thick lashes were staring back at me.

They had grown red due to lack of rest.

I was absentmindedly bitting on my lower lip.

When I stopped doing so as realization hit me of what I was doing,I saw my reflection.

My lips had turned crimson due to the blood flushing in them.

My raven black fringes were a contrast on my pale forehead skin.

A little beard had grown starting from my prominent jawline to my cheeks,which I planned to shave the next morning.

By now I had completely taken off my shirt.

Wow! I thought.

As I glanced at my bare chest and abs I felt as if I were Captain America.

Ha!Kidding...but I did have a good built.

How much ever I felt like throwing my shirt in a corner and plopping on the bed directly,I avoided it.

Afterall it wasn't my room.So obviously I didn't want to create a lazy impression to my Boss

Ok fine...even my boss knew that I was sort of lazzy sometimes.

But in normal cases when I wasn't all that tired,I was quite a meticulous man.

In all aspects of life.

So like a good boy,I hung my shirt on a hanger and rummaged in the empty closet for a spare nightdress.

As Khan had informed before,there was a big grey sweat shirt and black sweat pants in the closet.

I changed into them quickly and put my black office pant into the cupboard.

The clothes fit me perfectly.

Maybe they were kept especially for a sudden guest like me.

Then finally I went to bed and comfortably tucked my self under the big comforter.

Almost immediately I fell into a deep slumber and well probably slept for what felt like two or three hours...

Nevertheless the sleep was dreamless.

I had woken up. The dryness in my throat irritated me.The Air conditioner was on a blast and yet I felt so hot and thirsty.

I threw the covers away and kept my feet on the grey floor carpet.

Opening the door,I went out of the room,my aim:to get water from the kitchen.

I went down the stairs.The ticks of the big clock were echoing in the silent hall.It showed 2:00am. It almost felt like a horror film.

You know the ones with the huge haunted mansions.Like The Conjuring.

I ignored the stupid thoughts and continued towards the kitchen.I didn't want that horrible feeling to return.It totaly bugged me all night.

And now when it had sort of gone,I didn't want to bring it back.

I took a glass from the white kitchen platform.Filled it with water from the jug placed nearby and devoured it.

The coolness of the water calmed the dry itching in my throat and happily after that I placed things back in their place to return back to my room.

But just as I reached the first step of the stairs and you know like anyother horror movie,I heard a noise.

It came from the kitchen.

It can't be Khan.

He must be snorring and drooling in his sleep.

Forget thirst,he wouldn't even budge from his sleep if I were dying.

I didn't know if mrs.Khan was even home.

So maybe it was a burglar?!

Possible.

Afterall the careless hybernater Khan didn't even have gaurds on the gate.What does he even do with all that money? Spend it on a big mansion? Thats all??

So instead of running away like a scared puppy back to my room, very bravely,Yes VERY bravely like a strong young man that I was,I turned to face the kitchen.

After a few glances to check if there really was anyone lurking in the kitchen I continued up the stairs.

This time sure that my stupid mind was only playing games with me

Come on now, that feeling from before added the errie silence of the night and also the big maze like horror Khan mansion,horrible like the owner,were kind of scaring me.

No...just kidding.

Both the mansion and my big brother like boss were really cool.I wouldn't hesitate to kill someone for him.Okay...thats too much.

I don't wanna go to jail so young.No, I don't wanna go ever.

But yeah,all these funny thoughts were only a way of distraction to keep myself from jumping out of horror.

I continued up the stairs in a little bit of a happy mood despite the conditions around me.

Although my happiness only lasted for seconds when my fears of an unhealthy soul lurking in the dark took form.

Someone had patted on my back.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hey readers! Turns out that i'm not all that good in writting pov's...especially a guy's pov.
But I still hope you all enjoyed and keep enjoying while reading more chapters.

Till then...who could have possibly patted on Aslan's shoulder??

Think and do tell in the comments,rate,like & share!♡

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