Don't Trust Him | Daniel Brühl [Complete]

Chapter Two | Stay Away

Sage's POV:

A week passed before my bookshelves and desk were delivered. Jay ended up helping me get them into my room, which I was thankful for. Last weekend we managed to go out and have lunch at that cafe I found. I even took my friends to look around the antique store as well as the Broomstick & Candle. Ash ended up buying some figurines and stuff to decorate the living room with at both places. Even Jay managed to find a desk that he thought would suit his YouTube streaming needs, but it wasn't set to arrive until Friday. "Thanks for the help." I said once everything was positioned where I wanted. "No problem. I think I'm gonna film a video, so if you need any help I'll be in the back yard." He said. After he left my bedroom I started organizing my bookshelves. My shelves weren't really fancy like those color coordinated ones some people have. I just keep authors books together and make try to keep certain books in certain groups such as mystery, horror, poetry, fantasy, autobiography, etc. Not that I own many autobiographies. When I was finished with that I placed some of my funko pop figures near the books they were associated with.

I placed my mad hatter one near my Alice in Wonderland books and so on. When I was finished I stepped outside to see that Jay had finished the video he was filming. "I think I'm going to check out the attic. You wanna come with me?" I asked him curiously. "Um... no thanks. I have low-key fear of attics, but I'll stay on the second floor of you need me." He said with wide eyes. I didn't know he had a fear of attics, but I guess you really don't know people's fears unless they are presented with the opportunity to talk about them. "Okay." I replied. He grabbed his laptop as he and I walked up the hardwood stairs that matched the floors. Here there was one bedroom and a bathroom, which was decided to be the guest bedroom if we got any visitors. It was just easier for us to stay in the downstairs bedrooms. At the end of the hallway there was a wooden door that wasn't painted; it kind of looked like it was made out of fruit wood. Jay sat down on the floor and leaned his back against the wall before opening his laptop to edit his video. I turned the doorknob and opened it to find a second set of wooden steps that lead to the attic, aka the third floor of the house.

In a way it wasn't really an attic, but it is because it's just one large room. When we were first looking at the house we agreed that the attic would be mine since I'd need a space for my work. I also understand now why Jay didn't want to use it for his office, because of his fear of attics. And I remember Ash saying that it felt creepy to her when we first saw it. In a way it all worked out, because I personally found the room kind of charming. A couple of the steps creaked as I walked up them and approached another unpainted door made from the same wood as the last. I opened it and entered the dusty room. It was very quiet and peaceful in my opinion. The room was well lit with natural lighting due to the amount of windows that were in here. I could see every angle of the property depending on which window I looked out of. The only item left behind from the previous owners was a heavy wooden desk. It was the very first think you saw when you entered the room. It was facing a window on the far side of the house, which overlooked the backyard. 'I'll have to do some cleaning before I move anything up here.' I thought inside of my head.

I headed back downstairs and told Jay that he didn't have to sit on the floor, because the attic wasn't dangerous like he obviously expected. He walked downstairs with me and sat on the couch to continue editing his YouTube video. I grabbed a broom and some other cleaning supplies before heading back upstairs. As I cleaned I listened to some music and I made sure to open up the windows to let in fresh air. But I still ended up having a sneezing fit regardless. When I was finished I examined the desk and opened a few drawers. One of them was locked, which peeked my interest. 'I wonder what's in there.' I thought as I wondered how I could possibly open it. I made a mental note to ask Ash if she had any kind of desk key or something that the realtor agent might have given to her. I pressed my curious thoughts aside and went into my room to bring up my boxes of art supplies. Surprisingly I was able to get everything up there in my own without making a mess. I put my plastic set of drawers next to the desk that was there for easy access. Then I had to organize my paints and whatnot in the drawers because I had to empty them out when we moved. I set my little paintbrush holder on the desk, which I made out of clay when I went to high school.