Filthy Rich by Atarah Yvaine (books to read fiction TXT) 📗

Chapter Fifteen

Three in the morning

I am wide awake and still full of energy. Ali sleeps here in my room. Since the day we talked about going home we started to enjoy everything here. We will wake up to go for a run near the beach. Eat breakfast then do something fun. We are either outside doing some new stuffs or we are inside the mansion watching movies and Korean dramas or trying our best to cook and bake. Sulking is never an option anymore. Time is limited and we should seize it before we finally go back to the busy world of the city.

I am turning side by side in the bed. I am trying hard not to make a noticeable move because that might wake Ali up. It's been an hour since we decided to sleep and here, I am over thinking random stuffs.

School

Going home

We are going home. I felt ecstatic but more of afraid.

Who wouldn't? I runaway but not brave enough to continue this. I left someone and everything but not quite sure if I can still go back to him. Should I still call it going home? I don't have a home to go back to after all.

I shifted my position again. I try to close my eyes and relaxed myself trying to make myself sleepy. I started counting sheep’s, cows and dogs in my head but nothing worked. It sucks. This is making my head hurt.

"Maybe a glass of milk will help me sleep" I talked to myself and get out of the bed. I stand up and wore my slippers. I am fixing my messy bun when I heard some weird scratches and noises coming from the big sliding window. I quickly look at it. It is covered with a thick curtain so I can't see anything outside.

I stayed silent and try to observe but the noise subsided so I didn't think of it too much. Maybe it's just a cat or something. Whatever it is I'm sure it can't go inside because I locked it earlier before I lay down in bed. I shrugged the thought off and made my way to the kitchen. I let the lights off in the room because the brightness might wake Ali up.

I made myself a glass of milk and drink it in one gulp. I really wanted to sleep so I can match up with Ali's energy tomorrow. She promised me that she will not sulk and try not to cry that much despite the event. Losing someone is painful and I admire her boldness to continue life.

After I washed the glass that I used, I go back in my room again. But something is unusual. The very moment I stepped inside; I know something is wrong. The window where the noise is coming from a while ago is wide open along with the curtain. The air from the outside is coming inside sending me chills. I am feeling nervous and start having racing heartbeats. The light was even turned on.

Did someone get in?

I quickly move my eyes in the room. I can't see anything suspicious. But the fact that the window is open is already suspicious Heaven! I am scolding myself in the back of my head.

If someone is here, they should've attack me the moment I enter the room. But they didn't. Then what is their motive in entering the house?

I stayed in my position for ten minutes. Nothing happens. I waited for ten more and still everything seems fine. I walked around and try to look for footprints in the ground but there is none.

I try to observe my surrounding but I didn't feel any presence or movements at all. Maybe I'm overthinking things. I take a deep breath trying to calm myself. Maybe it's just because of the trauma I had of what happened in the Beach. I sighed.

I went to the window to close it again. Maybe I didn't close it tight a while ago. I fixed the curtains and is about to go back in the bed when someone hold my feet. Someone is hiding under the bed and I'm so stupid in the fact that I didn't even consider looking in that area. Or maybe whoever this might be good so well at this kind of thing. Maybe an expert.

My heart leaps and I shrieked but he is too early and manages to get up, stopped me from shouting so loud by covering my mouth using his free hand.

"Shhhhhhh" he whispered in my ears. I make violent efforts to get free from his arms.

Please, don't let this same scenario happened twice in a week.

"ueiejjeiekskshaoapan" I am trying to talk but can't do it properly because his hand is on my mouth. I planned to bite it but he holds my mouth firmly that I can't even move my lips. Damn this man. I know he is a man. His strength proves it. I see Ali moved in her sleep but she's in deep slumber that she just turn her back on my direction.

Ali!!!! I want to shout.

I wiggled from his hold but he is so strong. I moved and moved from his hold till I got a chance to look at him in the mirror of the vanity table.

SPIDERMAN..

This bad guy is wearing a spiderman costume???

What a childish human being.

I can't believe what I'm seeing. Maybe if I am not in this kind of situation I might be laughing at this kidnapper or robber. Who would think about wearing something like his outfit? It's ridiculous.

I still wiggled and struggled to get out of his hold.

"Hayst, don't move too much. You're ruining my costume." he whispered and what caught my attention is his voice. I easily recognized it. That voice again HUH? What??? I stopped moving.

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