Emilia’s pov
I push the covers off my body and sit up. I yawn and trudge out of my room blearily. I stop at the door and sigh. I walk back to my bed and kneel beside my bed.
“Sweet Jesus thank you for giving me the privilege to witness another awesome day. I pray today is full of goodness and…” I pause as I remember the criminal. I suck in my breath.
“Sweet Jesus…. change the criminal for good. Let him stop bringing in different girls and…. doing bad stuffs. Protect I and my friends…. and Jesus lest I forget. Nick told me to accompany him to his dad’s pool party… I don’t know what to do to Jesus. I wish he’d just forget about me and move on” I sigh.
“These I pray in your name” I made the sign of the cross and get up. I adjust my eyeglasses and turn.
I flinch as I see him standing in the doorway. His hair packed in a low ponytail. I had lock my bedroom door how does he always open it!.
“What are you doing here!” My voice was still croaky cos I just woke up.
“Who’s Nick?” He asks. His voice was a bit rough… like he hadn’t slept last night. How does that answer my question.
“What do you want?” I fold my arms and stare through my open window.
“should I remind you its morning… I need to have my bath” . In my twenty two years of life.. i never imagined sharing a bathroom with a criminal. i clear my lungs.
“Sure you would…. but I need to…. have mine first” He scoffs.
“What if I want to have mine first?” I sigh… I’m not ready for this now.
“Fine… go have your bath first” I brush past him and walk to the kitchen. I’d heed to sandy advice, ignore him. I make tea as I wait for him. I’ve run out of foodstuffs. All I could prepare this morning was toast bread and scrambled eggs.
I took a cup of water and bring out the ingredients for breakfast. I’ve only got a toaster and fridge, and cooker as electrical appliances. I didn’t really have the cash for a coffee maker, washing machine and the likes. Well…. I don’t like coffee and mrs Nana is sure to welcome me to use hers. I huff impatiently. what’s keeping him in there!. Its just to shower nothing else.
I pour chocolate and a spoonful of milk and sugar into a mug and pour in the hot water. I place it on the counter top and sit on a stool. I stir it before bringing the cup to my lips. I blew on it and took a sip. It was hand hot. I stare at the open kitchen door. I could easily see the TV from here. it was on and it was a news station.
“Famous liam Paige escaped last night after been rounded up by six cops. The press are bedazzled at his skill in fighting. He took down six cops and escaped with a police van. Lian Paige is gradually becoming a threat in Boston” I get off the stool and walk to the kitchen door as a short video starts on the screen.
Siren was wailing in the distance and it was night. I saw some cops surrounding a car and pointing their riffles at it. The car was in their middle and they spoke using a megaphone ordering the occupant out. Curiosity got the best of me and I’m watching intently. The driver’s door opens slightly and all the cops move back. I frown. The three cops close to the driving door suddenly fell down and began to writhe in pain. Huh?…. what happened. The door opened fully and I almost choke on my breath as i see him step out.
I could swear on the spirit of my dead puppy, the guy in here was very different from the one I’m seeing on the TV set. He was putting on a black leather shirt. it hug his body like a second skin. His pants were black and made of shiny leather too. I bet that cost a fortune. His hair that was usually down was totally different. It was red and it wasn’t long. He had a shiny diamond stud in his ear. He brought something out of his jacket pockets and began to shoot continuously at the police Good God! Two guns!. well… he wasn’t really shooting at them precisely but it was enough to scare any sane person away. The cops who had fell to the floor behind him stood up and before they could reach for their guns, he turned swiftly to them and kicked both of them on their arms. They staggered back and he shot the floor close to their feet. They moved back continuously and when they were far from their guns, he turned swiftly to the three cops on the other side of the car and began to shoot again, using the car as protection. I blink in fear as the cops finally move back. He entered the car swiftly shut the door and screeched backwards before driving towards the three cops, blocking the free road. They continued shooting at the front tyres same with the three cops at the back. my heart was beating faster than usual. He had almost run over the cops at his front before they dived to the side of the road giving him the chance to run wildly into the night. I ran a hand down my face and moved backwards. I suddenly became scared, I was living with not just a random criminal. The news caster face popped on the screen and she began to talk but I was barely paying attention.
He singlehandedly took down six cops!. I drop the already cold tea on the counter top and sit on the stool. I try to remain calm. I heard his footsteps and slide down the stool hastily and opened the fridge. I held it ajar and stare at the empty jar of jam while listening to his footsteps. I heard him mutter something under his breath on getting to the living room, and he turned the TV off. My heartbeat was loud enough for me to here. I hear him go down the stairs and I sigh in relief. I brought out a plate of eggs and closed the door. I place it on the countertop and brought out the ingredients. I put some slices of bread into the toaster and set the pan on the cooker. I turned it on and began to cook.
I was done in few minutes and I served his with two slices of bread. I pour boiled water into a mug and made tea for him. I placed them on a tray and walked down the stairs. He was putting on a body fitting white shirt, and his shoulder length hair was packed in a band. I walk carefully towards the table and placed the breakfast on it. He was staring at me all the while. I brush back my hair and walked to the steps.
“What’s this?” I hear him say. I turn to meet his gaze.
“What’s what?” He tilt his head
to the tray of food.
“breakfast” I say calmly. I’m aware that this guy could take six cops down. He roll hus eyes
“I’m not blind small ass…. what’s in there!?” I itch my hair.
“Toast, scrambled eggs and tea” I’m almost running late for work and I haven’t even had my bath yet. He scoffs.
“What do I look like…. thirteen?…. I take coffee not…. tea” He drawled the “tea”. I puff out a breath.
“I don’t have coffee Mister…. and I don’t have a coffee maker” He archs his brows like I’m saying nonsense.
“You… don’t have a coffee maker?” I chew my lower lip and nod. He run his hand down his face.
“Well… since you don’t have a coffee maker… you can take your food back” His voice was clipped like he’s angry. I fist my hand… oh goodness!, I wish I could kick him!. How rude!. I walked back to the table and grab the tray.
“It was futile trying to act nice..
Mister!” I roll my eyes and stormed out of the room. I go into the kitchen and slam the tray on the counter. How…. wicked!. He couldn’t even say a thank you!. I walk back to my room and stare at the table clock. Christ Jesus!. quarter past seven!, I’m almost late!. I rush into the bathroom quickly and had a one minute shower. I hastily put on a knee length dress, ran a brush through my hair and packed it into a bun. I put my phone into my handbag and rushed out of the room. I’d just have to skip breakfast. I rushed to the door and turn the knob.. it was locked. I stare at the keyhole. The key wasn’t there. Goodness gracious!. I squat and looked under the doormat. It isn’t there.
“Are you looking for these?” I turn to see him dangling the keys in hand. I nod.
“Yeah I am..” I walk to him and he put the key into his back pockets. I huff impatiently.
“I’m running late… give me the keys!” He chuckled.
“Not until you prepare something nice for me” What!. He’s got to be kidding.
“I…. didn’t get that?” He folds his arm.
“Okay…. let me break it down for your empty head…. I want you to take ten steps into the kitchen and prepare something for me” I frown.
“Yeah I’m not dumb mister I heard you clearly. But I think you’ve got to be kidding…. I should go prepare you something…. to eat, when I’m almost late for work?” What is he saying!. He nods.
“Yeah…. small ass” And I want pasta. He smirked. I chuckle lowly.
“You got to be kidding right?” He rolled his eyes.
“I’m not a kid small ass”
“But I just prepared eggs and bread!” I blurt out in anger.
“And I don’t want it….” I scoff.
“And who’s to decide that!… me or you huh?” My voice was a bit higher than his. I’m almost loosing my sanity.
“I wouldn’t be arguing if I were you baby” I blow out a breath as he sat on the couch. How I’m I supposed to prepare a plate of pasta when I’m running late to work!.
“Look here Mister…. I don’t care if you’re a criminal or a killer or anything…. Give me the keys this instant!” He run his hand through his hair and stand up. He took some steps closer to me and I’m forced to stare at his blue eyes.
“Okay small ass…. how about I give you an alternative?… Prepare pasta for me…” He arch his brows. Oh goodness!. Why do bad guys have to be this cute!.
“Or…. you give me a quick kiss?” He winked and smirk. I blink twice and my eyeglasses fall to the bridge of my nose.
Did I hear him well?