The Human {Editing}

Chapter 7

Victoria's pov

"Luka?"

He's here. A part of me was relieved, but another part was pissed. Pissed that he took so long to come, in addition to the anger towards my shitty ex-boyfriend. He chose the wrong time to come.

"What is it with you men and your terrible late timing?" I asked, turning towards him. He wasn't in the best mood.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I got carried away in my thoughts," Luka mumbled as he scratched his neck. I simply stared at him in disbelief. That's his excuse?

"Okay," I simply said before making my way to my cotton candy.

"Okay?"

"Yes, okay, Luka." I stopped to face him. "If you don't want to be friends, it's okay. You don't have to pity and try to force a friendship you obviously don't want." I wanted to get to learn more about him and maybe help him. But you can't bring the horse to the water only to force him to drink.

Or how ever that saying goes.

He sighed again before explaining. "It's not that I don't want to be friends, Victoria. I just can't. It's just tough to be," he admitted, looking defeated.

"Why? Why is it so hard?" He really caught my interest there. Why was it really?

"Can we go somewhere else to talk?" he asked. Despite his evident nerves, I nodded in agreement. Well, this should be interesting.

***

Surprisingly, Luka doesn't know many places in town, so I took him to Charlette's diner to talk. It was quiet there, so we could talk without disruptions.

We sat in silence for a while before he spoke.

"There's a lot of about me you don't know."

No shit, Sherlock.

I nodded, telling him to continue. "Some things you probably wish you wouldn't have learned..." He trailed, making eye contact with me as if warning me.

"Why would that be?" I asked in a shaky voice. I wasn't sure if I wanted to know, but my mind wouldn't give me rest until I found out, anyway. I was too curious. Curiosity killed the cat, but at least the cat had nine lives.

"It's not something a human mind can handle," he said, confusing me to the brink. What does that even mean? Weren't we all human?

But then it hit me-I swore I knew it all at that moment. It took a lot of reasoning, but it all made sense now.

"Luka, if you are a serial killer or in some mafia shit and you're hiding from the police in the woods, then-"

"What are you talking about?" He asked, amused.

"Well, it all makes sense now. That's why you live in the woods. You're hiding, aren't you? That Caleb dude, he's so protective. You're working for him, aren't you? You tried to end it all, and I stopped you." I cursed under my breath. "You can't live with the guilt. You poor thing," I cooed, placing my hands on his.

"Well, aren't you afraid, madam detective?" he asked, his eyes dancing with amusement.

Am I afraid? I mean, I should be. I let two maniacs in my home, and now they know where I live. They could take me captive anytime. It's not like I have any immediate family who would search for me.

"No, I'm not afraid," I concluded. I couldn't show any signs of weakness.

"Good, because you're talking crap," he laughed. Well, this is embarrassing. "I'm not a serial killer, Victoria. And I'm not in some 'mafia shit' either," he added, using air quotes.