Emilia’s pov
My heart pounded against my ribcage. He lean closer to me so we were just an inch away.
“You rat me out to the cops…. I’d find you and kill you, then throw your little pussy to the dogs…. you gat to cooperate and everything would go damn fine…. hide me any where safe and tell the cops nothing about me”.
Okay now prepare my funeral… I’m about to die. My heart isn’t beating normal again. The pounding on the door brings me back to reality. I blink again and move away from him.
“what… what if they find you!” I whisper back in fear.
“You won’t tell them I’m here…. now stop being a prick and tell me where to hide!” He puts the automatic and money back into his pants pocket. I itch my hair in frustration and look around my apartment…. where could I possibly hide him. Closet… no!, bathroom?…. no. Oh Lord help me out. I pause as I remember something. My face lit up in relief and I rush quietly to the couch and squat on the floor. I pushed it back a bit to reveal the bare floorboards, it revealed a trapdoor. I push it open to reveal a staircase leading to a room… that’s where my dad had stayed during his illness. he rushed over to me in relief. He tiptoed noiselessly down the stairs inside and I quickly close it back, it’s returned back to the normal floorboards, no one could know there’s a trapdoor there. i push the chair back into it’s position. I suck in my breath as the pounding on the door continues. I walk to the door and unbolt it and threw it open. Three cops stood on the porch, all in baseball caps and drenched.
“Hi miss…. I’m officer Sam.” he helds up his identity card.
“From Greenville station….” he says. I nod and began to recite psalm twenty three in my head.
“What…. can I do for you…. officer?” I lean against the door frame. The two chubby cops behind the one called Sam look hard at me.
“I very well assume you know who the cops is searching for….. the missing criminal”
I arch my brows in confusion. He’s a criminal!. Good God!.
“Wh…. what do you mean I don’t have any criminal in here!” I blurt out. They exchange looks.
“We never said there was one in there miss!” one of the chubby cops say and look at me suspiciously. I open my mouth to talk and closed them back. look I’m confused, scared, speechless,. such a riot of emotions!.
“Well…. I guess you’ve said it all…. we wanna check your house for any signs of him. I frown at them.
“What!… Officer are you indirectly telling me I’m an accomplice?” I feign anger. Officer sam removed his cap.
“I’m… sorry ma, but we’ve got a search warrant. It’s just protocols we need to follow” Sam bore his eyes into mine and expound calmly. Oh God don’t let me be implicated!. I nod slowly and step back making space for them to come in. They walked in and I closed the door. They looked around the lit living room. I get it … it’s small, I don’t care.
“You live here… alone?” officer sam asked. I nod and watch the two other cops began their search.
“So…. how many neighbours do you have in here?” I face him. How is that my business!.
“We are four in number officer… and it’s four apartment” I watch as one of them move into the kitchen. While the other… oh no! he’s standing in front of the couch!.
“You work?” He prompted.
“Yeah…. I do” His he trying to pry into my private life or what?.
“And…. when do you close from work?” I sigh in relief as the officer move away from the couch and towards my room. The other officer came out from the kitchen, his mouth was full, I arch my brows, he stole my doughnuts!.
“Miss?” The officer call.
“Huh?” I return my gaze back to him.
” is any thing the issue… you look tense”. Yeah I’m tensed, get going!.
“I’m tired, and you guys are keeping me from sleeping early” The two officers walk to where we were.
“All clear sir” the doughnut stealer said. I saw his pants pocket bulging… he had stuffed doughnut in there too.
“Sorry for the disturbance miss… and do call 911 if you’ve got anything to say” he saluted and they walked towards the door.
“Of course I will officer sam….” They open the door and walked out. I watched them untill they went out the gate, got into their patrol car and drove off. I slam the door, lean against it and began to pant for breath. sweet Lord thanks for rescuing me. I slide down the door and sit on the floor. I rest my head against the door. The thought of spending the night with the criminal is giving me the creeps. First thing tomorrow morning, he’s leaving. I puff out a breath as my eyes close out of weariness…
There is pounding reverbrating in my head. I groan and open my eyes slowly. I ran my hand down my face. My butt is aching. I look around me sleepily. why am I sitted on the floor, and against the door I yawn and get up lazily. My eyes roam to the wall clock and it flew open, all sleepiness disappeared. I’m late, Holy Jesus… I hope I don’t get fired!.
I bolted into my room and walked into my shower cubicle. I had the quickest bath ever, dressed up and after wearing my eye glasses, I slung my bag over my shoulders and rushed out of the room, into the living room. I walked past the couch and stopped in my track when I heard pounding from the floorboards. Huh?. I paused and stared at the floor. The pounding resumed. What!… who’s in there. I hear muffled groans and the pounding resumed again.
Sweet Lord, is the dead rising!? I walk back to the couch and push it back, okay, a quick one…. i’m a curious cat. I push the trapdoor open and took some steps back for safety reasons. Jesus Christmas! i mutter as a guy emerged fully. Uh oh!… Who’s this!. He was bare chested. is that…. abs? His fair skin was designed with tattoos, his arm rippling with muscles. My eyes travel up to his face. oh my!. I stare into his eyes. He had real cute eyes, with long dark lashes. His hair was long and dark and framing his face, cascading down his back His jaw was chisseled… He had a nose stud and an ear stud, he looked like a merman!. I blink twice, get yourself together Emilia!.
“Wh…. what are you doing here?” I ask in confusion, I clutched my bag and looked at him wide eyed. He arch his brows and sit on the couch. He crossed his legs and look around my living room.
“You don’t know me?”. I look at him as my mind drifted to yesterday night. Good God!… the criminal. I push my eye glasses down the bridge of my nose and look at him, I push it back.
“You!…” I say in fear and move back.
“What are you still doing…. you have to get going now!” I blurt out. I had totally forgotten about him. He looked at me amusingly. He look me up and down.
“You mean …. you don’t know who I am?” He ask again. I squint, what’s he saying. Now play time over guy!, Get going. He fold his arm and look straight at me.
“Okay kiddo, Little introductions, I’m…. Liam Paige. Wanted by the cops, in every damn internet, tv, newspapers, magazines, and any damn goddamn thing that gives information!. And this bird nest” He waved his hand around my apartment… is the perfect place for me to hide, and with a sweet pussy as yours, my few weeks here is gonna be just great”. He licked his lips and smirk. My eye glasses dropped to the bridge of my nose and my mouth hung open. Wait…. Liam…. Liam Paige?. Like the criminal I saw in the bill board?, in the tv, and who everyone is talking about…. he’s in my house!…. and worse… he wanna spend few weeks here. I feel my knees buckle and I fell to the floor and slipped into unconsciousness…