“Samantha!” he calls “yes!” I respond as I yell from the inside “I’m going out again please stay indoors I’ll be back in a few!” he informs from the outside. He can’t be serious now, can he? “no wait!” I call out but he doesn’t answer, I then hear the sound of a bike roaring from the distance and I sure know he is out already. I let out an irritated sigh as I continue choosing an outfit for today, because there’s nothing I can do except for putting on these and go downstairs and get something to eat as I wait for him, oh and stay indoors. What a good life I have, note the sarcasm.
I take the marron leggings with the navy-blue polo neck and put them on after I had put on the underwear. I see the slippers which came with the clothes and I also spot the black leather boots and I immediately fell in love. I had always loved this kind of boots my entire life and this is a great day to wear them because of the weather, but I’ll be indoors the whole day or even my whole life so I might as well go with the fluffy slippers. Once I am fully dressed, I glance at my reflection in the mirror and smile to myself as I shake my head sideways when I see that my hair is a mess, my braids are standing in all different angles.
I ruffle them up before I walk out the door and then down the stairs and to where food is usually kept, that is after I had quickly fixed the bed. If not, my stomach will end up speaking in my mother tongue because right now it wouldn’t stop whining aka growling, signaling me how much it wants to be filled up with anything this house has. With that in mind, I go to the dining table where I assumed Jake had left my breakfast. Yay! Here is the tray covered in a white table cloth and I don’t waste any second before taking a seat next to where the tray is perfectly covered on top of the dining table, and I open it, smiling.
My smile fades away instantly when two slices of dry brown bread and scrambled eggs come to my view, and a cup of cold tea on the side to complete this dissatisfaction. I sigh out heavily as I lift my hands to my face as my elbows are now at the edge of the table, balancing. “so, this is the breakfast he was talking about on that note, wow” I try to act normal about it and appreciate but instead my cheeks heat up as a small smile sees its way to my lips, followed by a low chuckle which is followed by a burst of laughter.
I sound mad right now because I am alone in the house, and I am laughing like a fool. I am taken aback by this amusement from the clearing of throats, I flinch almost felling off the dining chair. I pacify my breathing and laughter, but a smile wouldn’t leave my lips and I can’t help but let out a snort-laugh. Jake is staring at me like I have grown extra heads, “are you ok, Sam?” he asks, his voice filled with sincere concern while his eyebrows are furrowed.
I nod my head awkwardly as I stand up from my chair slowly with my mouth in a forced straight line as I am keeping any chuckle from escaping and at that my lungs feel like they will bust in a split second. I want to say something, but I am afraid because if I dare open my mouth a loud laugh will see itself out, so I decide to walk past him and walk towards the kitchen.
“what was so funny and why you haven’t touched your food?” he asks with a slight frown as he is now standing at the kitchen across the island with the tray of the breakfast. “I was just thinking of olds times with my friends back at home, you know” I trail “oh and I couldn’t eat that because the bread doesn’t have a spread or butter and the tea is now cold” I simply say as I open the fridge and check out on what to eat.
I found all the ingredients for a simple sandwich and prepare all the necessities as I start not looking at my prince charming who took his time and woke up early this morning to prepare me a special breakfast. “but you would have warmed the tea and put butter or spread- “he halts as he sighs and places the tray on top of the island in front of him.
I say nothing as I continue to prepare breakfast for myself. “ok Sam,” he raises his hands in defeat “ just didn’t know what to make, I was in a hurry but I still wanted to make something special as an apology for hurting your leg the other day, I thought this, you know,” he trails “might have worked” he adds as he walks slowly towards me and I leave everything I am doing and pay my attention to him.
I look at him from hair to toe, he is wearing black, not even a single touch of bright color all his outfit is like a biker. “are you always wearing black?” I ask as I try my best to ignore his question. He hums in confusion when he realizes that I am avoiding his question. “do you always- “he cut me off “I heard that, but can you answer my question first?” he simply requires, and I raise an eyebrow at him before I look away and continue with what I was busy with, fixing my breakfast.
I hear footsteps going up the stairs and I twirl my direction towards it “yes!” I speak out loud as his back is facing me when he trails off from his tracks going up the stairs, he turns only his head to my direction as we both stare at each other with no word being uttered “it worked Jake” I say as I twirl my head to my side and smiles at him, he gives me a bored facial expression.
He steps down from halfway the staircase and comes in my direction, he stands right in front of me leaving a few inches between us and I am flushing up when I smell his minty breath. “thank you, you know I didn’t mean too, it was my- “he murmurs but I cut him off “your dad, I know now can we move on.
I don’t want to be reminded of the time when I was kept hostage by you, your dad, and his crew” I say while I frantically shrug my shoulders. He grabs me by my waist and stares in my eyes, his eyes are shining, looks like he is holding a tear from felling and sure I am right because in a few second a tear escapes his left eye, and this is when he let go of my waist and backs away.
Now I don’t know if I should hug him and tell him that everything is alright, or I just let him be a man. First, I don’t even know why he is crying but maybe if I can ask then I will know “said I forgive you, Jake, why are you crying?” I ask him as I move closer to hold his hand, he is not making anything easy for me right now because he is backing away when I attempt to touch him “I’m not crying something is in my eye, why would I cry?“ he answers with a shaky tone as he adds a 'pssh' sound at the end and I know he is lying because his long fuzzy eyelashes are wet, and he is sniffling, which are complete signs of crying.
“come with me, come on let’s talk” I pull him by his hand and lead us to the living room. We both sit on the huge white L-shaped couch “I will not hold grudges on you, I know your dad is forcing you into his dirty work, and that day when you hit me hard with ah, what was that thing anyway?” I try to be smooth and soothing but when I think of that day, I feel my eyes getting teary but I tell myself not to weep now because I brought us to this couch to calm him down not for him to watch me cry.
“it was a crowbar…” he pauses and clears his throat “please can we not talk about this, it hurts me that I was a reason you screamed so much. I never wished to hurt you not for any reason but my dad urged me too,” he let out a sigh “and if I didn’t, I was going to get in more trouble than being beaten up on a leg with a crowbar” he finally stops as he exhales.
“I understand, right?” I tell him as I pat his shoulder “are you healing as yet? please let me see” he says with the shakiest voice and sympathetic tone I have ever heard “Jake culm down, I said I forgive you and yes I am healed now, it was painful, but really, it’s nothing to worry about” I tell him as I intertwine our fingers. The moment when I realized our position on this couch, I back away and this is the same time he stands up abruptly like he was also aware of how our faces were too close to each other.
He runs his fingers through his hair, and he is not making anything easy right now because he is looking even sexier when he does that. I stand up and walk to the kitchen without a single glare being exchanged, not from him neither from me “I’m going to finish up at the kitchen” I say once I’m a few inches away from him as I head back to the kitchen “yeah sure, I’ll just go upstairs and freshen up” with all that said, awkwardly he is going up the stairs and I am in the kitchen finishing up with my sandwich, once done I settle on one of the bar chairs next to the island and start to eat my breakfast in peace, still thinking of how close we were to each other, that alone does things to be, this is not normal, but I can't stop it from happening.
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Lãng mạn"So love is indeed blind" Samantha murmured under her breath when she just realized how much she has fallen for Jake whom once kidnapped her and helped her escapes at the same time, and now they've been in a run together away from his boss who turne...
