Becoming Hers

19

Don Don Don! Felix!

He looked down at me and stretched his arms. He was just about to speak but I cut him off." What are you doing here? Isn't it late? Don't you think you should have told me it was you? What if I had suspected you to be a robber and attacked you with the lamp? You do understand,  I almost died of a heart attack when I saw you right? And why did you move me? I was fine where I was before you carried me. It was nice a breeze. Maybe a little chilly but st-" he put a finger on my mouth and I felt like gagging.

I pushed it away and stepped back. "Good to see I stopped your rambling," he said before looking around. "What was under the bed?" He questioned and I snapped my head to look there again. "I-I don't ...know" I answered truthfully.

I didn't like the fact that I rambled in front of him. It was embarrassing and made my situation worse. I always tried to be composed and proper but things like these always seemed to get the better of me and that too, at the wrong times.

"I uh, I came to talk to you," he told me honestly. "It's about ...that day..." he trailed off after adding that almost as a side note. By this time, I had already gone back to the bed and I had covered myself fully with the blanket cause I was cold out of my wits, thinking he was going to say something along the lines of,' I felt a strange, and significantly,  strong breeze and suspected that it was starting in your room!' since I had opened the balcony door on such a freezing day.

But he didn't. I wanted to just sprint out of the room but couldn't allow myself to be hurt again. I would be patient until finding a way to get past the two rooms I've seen so far. So I sat up to listen. "You want to tell me about how I was wrong right? And how you will never forgive me, yes?" I asked even shocking myself at how rude I was being, or was it pride? There was silence for a while. I was going to die, wasn't I?

He even went to the swing and sat down. He made sure to look out the window to avoid my searching gaze. "He was my best friend," he said simply and I stared at him. "Was?" I tried to get him to continue but it seemed like he didn't want to.

"I, this......excuse me. I....don't know why I came.....here. I should leave" he said getting up again to leave the room. I ran to the door and blocked it with my body. "Please wait. I don't care why you came here but-" he stopped me mid-sentence.

"Then why are you stopping me?" His expression was unreadable. I didn't know how to answer his question,  I don't think I would even know how to answer that question for myself.

"You started your story so finish it" I politely requested. I needed to be in his good books.

"My my, that was simply a chapter of the story"

"So tell me. Listen, if I am going to stay here, you can't keep me in the dark. Or at least....not forever. This isn't about me if you want your parents to believe -" he smirked making me stop. I stared at him. Why was he doing that? I felt weird.

"My parents would not need to believe or better yet, know any of the stuff you are so inquisitive about hearing," he told me.

He left me dumbstruck and that feeling was even worse than how being run over by a bus would feel. I didn't like this at all.

"Fine then. Leave" I told him and he brought his hand up to push me away but stopped. "Are you ordering me?" He asked with his hand still stuck in the air. I nodded and he put them down and went to sit down on the swing once again.

I smiled, I won! I went back to the bed and tried to fall asleep but I could not bring myself to. So I started thinking of a way to get the information I needed without having to ask every day without any success.

"Are you awake?" I whispered loudly only to hear a chuckle. I stopped dead in my tracks. Did he just....laugh? My smile grew wider than it was before then I remembered that I had to be cautious cause he tried to kill me.

"Let's make a deal," I said looking at him in the dark. I couldn't see any of his features in the dark but the figure I saw was enough to make me feel some funny feeling. Was this what a slow death felt like? Because if so, I would rather be beheaded.

"Lay the offer and we will see"

I sighed. "We can do a trade, whenever you want"

I heard light coughing and shuffled in my bed so I would be kneeling, leaning in his direction.

 "Are you okay? Did you die?" I called out worried. "Now, wouldn't you like that," he asked catching the bottle of water I threw to him and taking a huge gulp.

He threw it back but it was either I was normal or he just had some night vision superpower because the bottle came and hit my forehead making me groan. "So is that a no?" I said to myself getting annoyed.

"Getting back to the deal, what exactly would I be trading for your um.....your services "

After hearing those fifteen words, I choked. "What! That's not what I meant! I should have known that you would take it the wrong way" I shouted. It was night and all but how can this man really think I would do that? How low can you stoop?

"What I meant was, we can trade personal information," I said quickening near the end so he wouldn't really hear me.

"What was that? I didn't hear you"

I scowled. "We can give each other personal information so that you don't feel like you are disclosing too much to me" I finished and huffed. There was silence. He cleared his throat. "What makes you think I feel that way?" His voice had gone a little salty but I could understand.

"Well I mean you-" I didn't know how to finish ." Plus I already know everything I need to know about you anyway " he added. He was right by I would like to think otherwise. "You know what a few obviously shady sites said about me..... not me. You know my job, family status and materialistic things like that but nothing important,  don't get yourself wrong" I said and laid down.

"Listen, you can think about it. I am not forcing you to say anything now........but soon, please" I told him before going to bed. I heard him sigh and knew that I was on the right track.