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Chapter 03: Dangers of being oblivious

CHAPTER THREE:

DANGERS OF BEING OBLIVIOUS

{"princess" zephyr's point of view}

    "I'll count to three, ready?"

    I yawned, offering my hand to him, "Do you even find this amusing?" 

    "Sit tight," he replied, obviously dismissing anything that I have been saying for the past minute or two. Ever so slowly, his eyes followed mine with an amused look, one that resembled a child who had been offered a new toy to play. With sparkling smile, he asked, "Ready?" 

    "As I'll ever be," I muttered. 

    "One," he says.

    My eyes followed Rah, seeing that both of his arms were holding my wrist. His eyes were sparkling as my eyes badly want to flutter close since I wasn't sure to what the hell is happening, but this man seems like he's having fun so I was just indulging him. It seems like he doesn't have anything much better to do than annoy the daylights out of me.

    "Two."

    His hands somewhat tilt my wrist to the side while his lips twitch, making him look like an adorable five-year-old boy. Sometimes, I don't get this guy. He's different every hour, making me feel like I live with at least 24 boys around this house - never really knowing who I am talking every hour.

    "Thr—"

    I held his wrist which made him take a good look at me, "Oh gosh, I'm so proud of you, baby boy! You finally got to three! Very good! Very good!"

    "Very funny," he rolled his eyes before taking my hand off of his hands, "Ready?"

    I continue to shake my head, letting my response to entering his brain. He didn't even listen before he suddenly to tilt my hand to the side, making me hear the small snap that ensued between us. The noise was enough to make my eyes grew wide as I push him away from me. My hands grab hold of my wrist as I take a good look at him. 

    Rah, however, shows nothing but complete surprise and fear.

    Wait, fear?

    "W-what?" his voice cracked as he takes a good look at me, "That wasn't hard! It was supposed to relax you! I—oh f**k!"

    My eyes were just glued to his worried stance, I didn't even have a chance to tell him that I was fine, it wasn't the pain but the surprise of the sudden feeling jolting around my wrist. His whole demeanor was out of the ordinary and it's making me speechless, unable to react to the way that he wanted me to.

    Why is he acting like this? 

    Like he cared?

    It wasn't painful or anything - it was relaxing. True to his words, it does somewhat relax my nerves but I was just surprised at the sudden action. However, that's nowhere near my concern by this moment.

    You can see it all in Rah's face. He was worried, highly worried as the regret and fear continue to show in his breathtaking eyes. Why? 

    Why is he even worried about me?

    His hands grab hold of my other wrist, facing it right before his cheeks. I could see the determination lingering in his face, making me somewhat confused at whatever is happening. He always has these moments were he spits out words like a spur of the moment. Some times it was adorable while others are just him being extremely silly. 

    "Slap me," he says, eyes more determined than usual. 

    My eyes grew wide at his words, clearly finding all of the occurrence as something confusing. I mean, I do miss slapping people right in their lying or annoying face but why am I supposed to slap him from? He didn't do anything wrong or inflict me any kind of pain. 

    Well, rather than k********g me - but I think that's another story. 

    Somehow, his actions take me back from my previous life.

    If it wasn't for my neutral face, I must have gritted my teeth as I try not to sob right in front of Rah. My hands badly want to go back into my chest to console my heart as the memories continue to flood my brain. All of those pain, those hurtful words, those traumas and everything in between is coming back into me and it hurts.

    It hurts so bad.

    The sound of the shattering of the glass brings me back into reality and I gasped as I saw that Rah is nowhere near me. He was right in front of the mirror that was now shattered into pieces as his hand was in the middle of the c***k. 

    Is he f*****g insane?

    "What the hell!" I screeched as I walk towards him.

    He was about to respond something when I beat him into him, shushing the man before me as I grab hold of his hands that were covered with nothing blood. My hands were careful as I examine his hands, being extremely careful into not touching him roughly, just enough to not cause him any sort of pain. 

    It wasn't deeply damaged, the shatter of the glass just managed to impale his outer skin which caused the bleeding. Still though, it was fairly a ton of blood escaping from his wound. Putting pressure would help a lot but I still needed to be sure, so I needed to clean his wounds. 

    A sigh escaped my lips, glaring at him. 

    "You are not a f*****g hulk who wouldn't get hurt if you punch a freaking glass! Are you stupid!?"

    He sneered, pain evident in his clean face, "Forget about it."

    I let my hands push his hands right in my face, "There are some fragments of glass that cut through your skin—"

    "I said, forget it," he moved his hands away from mine before moving his eyes away from me, "I'm just fine."

    A sigh escaped through me, exasperated, "I know you are stupid but this is getting ridiculous."

    His eyes followed mine and I shivered at the coldness of his eyes, "Forget it."

    Rah, take a good look at me before turning his heel back, even shaking his head out of exasperation. I saw him mess his hair using his good hand while mumbling some words that I couldn't comprehend. As he reached his own room, which took him a couple seconds longer than before - he then slammed it with a huge bang.     

    The very action made me jumped into my place due to the loud sound that it had made, resonating around the house with a noise that could scare anyone. 

    Seriously, no one can compete to his mood swings.

    That man is at another level.

    I think even my pregnant Aunt would lay low at his mood swings. One second, he would be the craziest person that you would meet and in a split second, it's like as if some switch malfunctioned in his brain or something. Without a warning or so, his face would form into that serious expression as he mouthed the words, 'be f*****g serious'.

    Rah is truly a difficult man - and that is coming from someone who claims that I am high maintenance and moody. 

    Seriously. 

    Even I, one who has the power to shift emotions like snap, is raising my flag to him.

    My feet dragged me into the hallway, looking for the specific thing that I noticed to magically appeared when I managed to get a scratch when I badly wanted to learn how to cook - which of course, didn't end well with anyone in the house. Placed in one of the wooden cabinets in here is a first aid kit, filled with things that are for cuts and bullet wounds. The man is surprisingly ready for almost anything. 

    I was a prisoner in this place for who knows how long but he seems to have my necessity when I needed it. Rah would always watch the news, seeing all the updates on my family as I choose to confine myself back in the room every time he does that. He didn't particularly torture me, all he did was lessen the volume and made me think that he wasn't watching what I think he's watching.

    Alas, I know full well what is happening.

    My father, who used to be a bundle of joy, now stay neutral and cold in front of the camera and his employees. Everybody with the right mind would understand his situation since he does always say that I am the source of his happiness. My mother... well, that's a different story. She wasn't going out of the house so there was no news from her.

    :knock knock: /sfx

    Without even waiting for his answer, I push the door open and I saw him laying on his bed. His room is somewhat dark, that I have noticed. I never actually put my food inside his lair and like the scenario in my mind, this seemed rather.... clean. 

    Of course nothing but dark furniture welcomes my eyes. The man clearly has no other lighter shade other than his main light which seems like it illuminates the color blue than the natural white light. It speaks so well rather than me thinking he has knife and guns all around his room. 

    Rah, let his left hand cover his eyes as the injured one lay on his stomach. I know that he's okay with me entering his humble abode since well... he didn't manage to protest or lock his damn door. If he did want me out of his room, he must have locked his room or asked him to leave him alone.

    "Oh wow, it already got worst," I muttered.

    I let my hand grab hold of his, carefully dabbing it with water as I carefully pull the fragments of the glass out of his hands. The hands that used to be on his eyes were now on my side, holding for his dear life. As I push the cotton that was filled with alcohol on his skin, that is when I heard him hiss loudly.

    "Sorry, did that hurt?" I muttered, looking at him with great concern. 

    He takes a good look at me before he scowls, "No, I just hissed because I'm a f*****g snake. Of course, that f*****g hurts!"

    "Alright, Mister obvious. Calm your pants."

    As I continue to damp the cotton on his skin, Rah continues to release some soft hisses and some soft growls that emit from his throat. Alas, every time that I would offer him aid - the man didn't even try to complain.

    To which he shouldn't. 

    This shouldn't have happened if he isn't a stupid person. 

    I noticed that he was a very difficult person. He was the kind of person who would forgive you in a heartbeat and then would b***h at you after all of that fiasco is done. He would make you do something dangerous and then out of nowhere, he would scold you for doing something dangerous. Saying that you should know better when to do things and when you shouldn't. 

    Like what the f**k? 

    At least make up your mind. 

    He would always worry like a caring mother.

    If my friends were here, I'm sure as hell that they would tease me that I like this guy.

    He does have the looks that any girl would appreciate... he just doesn't smile more.

    No, I don't like Rah.

    I just find it amusing that he's a strong person and on all of those days that we managed to spend together, he never managed to hurt a fibre of me. He does scare me most of the time but that's just that, he just scares me but he never really done anything to make me cringe in pain.

    "And we're done!" I hollered, making him release a deep breath that he was holding.

    As I put his hands down, my eyes effectively met his. I didn't notice that he was looking at me all this time, which was a shocker and extremely embarrassing. My senses were keen on touching him light that I must have looked extremely concentrated. My eyes couldn't read his expressions, something that frustrates the hell out of me.

    He grinned at me, "Your cheeks are getting... fat."

    I chuckled before letting my hands to fondle the strands of his hair. In my crazy way, that was his way to mouth out a thank you to me. He never really said those words... well, except the first day in which he mocked to thank his self for giving me some food.

    Without even mouthing anything back, I walk back into my room as I dump my body back to the comfort of my own bed. I would always wonder what his real mission as to why he keeps me here for what seems like days. I mean, maybe it's because I've watched too many shows to have a clear concept of k********g is - but he seemed like... chill. 

    I mean, hear me out. 

    He doesn't do much on the daily basis, never really pick any connection with anyone who is on the outside. The man doesn't even call people on any day which seems weird, he should have connection to his boss or whoever the f**k, right? 

    He doesn't even do any harm to me.

    So... what the hell? 

    My forehead creased.

    In just a snap, everything came back into my rusty brain. Why am I still here? It's been what? A couple of days and I'm still stuck in this place? f**k. 

    Why am I not running away from Rah? 

    Why am I not thinking of ways to escape him? 

    Why am I even communicating with him? 

    Oh heavens, this is all so wrong. What was I thinking and doing something so idiotic and impulsive? I was keen on escaping from day one, driving him annoyed to the point where he would push me out of his care. That was all that was in my brain, one that I failed to realized that has been taking me for what seem like a month or so. 

    That plan of my mine continue to fails, so what did I do as a second plan? 

    Make friends with my kidnapper. 

    What the f**k. 

    I already lost a couple of days and if I do another stupid thing, I would be caught without even realizing it. My eyes snap back into my door as my hands softly formed into a fist, thousands of thoughts are now finally making sense to my brain.

    I'm dragging him into my business and that's not a good thing. If I can't manage to escape this place, Rah would get tangled into my mess and he could die instead of doing whatever he's supposed to do. My hands dived into my hair, a mannerism that I always do when I'm panicking.

    No, this can't be.

    Why am I so stupid at times!?

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    "WHY ARE YOU acting so stupid, heiress?"

    My eyes followed him, displeased at his form of words. It was when my eyes met him that he made me see that he was looking at me with much awe as the spoon is right in his mouth. His injured arm is calmly placed in the table since I would annoy the hell out of him if he ever tried to move that thing. I raised a brow at his choice of words. 

    Acting stupid?

    That's my hobby. 

    "Ah, wait," he grinned at me, "You're always acting stupid."

    I let my palm to face him, making him raise a brow at me, "Talk to hand Rah, talk to the hand."

    His eyes sparkled with joy, something that made me raise a brow at his sudden change of emotions. It seemed like the one dominant on his mind is currently the five-year-old him. Letting the spoon fall back into the plate, he takes a good look at me. Rah looks adorable at this moment that I couldn't help but chuckle at his face.

    "Say it again," he says with a twinkle in his eyes. 

    I raised a brow, confused to his demand, "Talk to the hand?"

    His placed his elbow on the table as he leans on his hand, before flashing that smile like he's a five-year-old who's asking for some candy, "Say it again. My name."

    My forehead creased, still utterly confused. 

    There it is again, ladies and gentlemen, he is acting weird again - like that would surprise me at this point of time. I have seen this for thousands times that it seems like a normal occurrence to me now. Then all of a freaking sudden, nothing would come out of his mouth but some one-word response. I feel like I already know how his mood swings work.

    As I continue to gaze at him, his mouth formed into that breathtaking smile as he let his brows to jump up and down.

    "Rah," I muttered softly.

    His eyes sparkled and without even giving it a single thought, he flashed a very sincere smile which almost made my mouth hang. He smiled! Wait, is the world ending or something?

    "I must be insane," he shook his head before flopping his spoon back in his mouth.

    See? Nothing but a big bundle of mood swings.

    My mouth parted, ready to mouth out some sass but I stopped as I saw him gulp his juice. I may or may have not put some sleeping powder on his drink. To my surprise, I have a couple of those packed in my bags, probably thinking that I would need something like that for an emergency. Escaping now would be a good thing, I suppose.

    I need to outrun you.

    I need to escape from you.

    Sorry.... but I have to.

    "Why are you giving me that look?" he asked like he's interrogating me. 

    My eyes followed his hands that were now softly twirling his glass. I wasn't really sure what I am making him see - the guilt? the pain? the uncertainty? I wasn't even sure. I just know that I am vulnerable into thinking that I could have wrapped him in my own mess and would end up with him losing his life. 

    Despite what he do as a job - the man seemed like a normal type of man.

    Maybe he's struggling so hard that he has no choice but to meddle in this kind of business. So, in a way - I don't want him to get tangled with very bad people who wouldn't blink twice if they ever killed someone on their path. 

    Rah flashed a grin, "I'm strong, a great company and a complete package. You don't have to give me that look. The one that deserves that are countless of girls that would fight for me."

    I rolled my eyes, "I do pity the girl that you're marrying. You're a narcissistic bitch."

    Rah throws his head back as he released this sexiest laugh that I ever heard. 

    My cheeks burned, still confused to my reaction to his actions. 

    Still, despite my real feelings, I just rolled my eyes, not letting the smile to show. We continued to talk about countless things as I continue to munch the foods. As I scan him to my peripheral version, he would sometimes grab hold of his forehead as he flutters his eyes close. 

    My lips almost flash up a grin.

    The medicine is taking its effect. 

    "I'm done," I yawn silently before walking back into the room.

    I purposely let my door wide open, knowing that Rah would always visit my room at around 3 in the morning. It's not intentional that I know his visiting hours to my room - as f*****g creepy as his actions were, to be f*****g honest.

    It was just... the sudden noise coming from the door just somewhat stirs me out of sleep which would then made me aware of his presence. I thought he was noted that I was awake, but I heard him released this relieved sigh before mouthing, 

    "She's here, she didn't run... thank you."

    To say that was enough to cast away my drowsiness that day would be an understatement. 

    Something about Rah would make me rather confused at whatever this whole deal is. His touch spreads this warmth and buzzing feeling inside my skin and it was enough to have a woman curious to his motives. I don't even know what's happening. Does he have any electrical power or some sort?

    I let my eyes flutter closed.

    I'll wake up eventually.

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    "THAT WOULD BE crazy, right?"

    My eyes almost flutter open due to my surprise but thank the heavens that I didn't! Is that Rah? Well, duh? Who could it even be? What is he even doing here? Is it already 3 in the freaking morning? Oh damn, did I just wasted a chance to escape him? Why is he even awake? 

    He's supposed to be drugged. 

    "But that's okay, I think," he sighed and the jolts of electricity from my hand made me aware that he was holding my left hand. What is happening? "Maybe... he can answer through my wishes. Maybe."

    Wait, what is happening? When did he even start talking to me? Why is he even talking to an unconscious person!? Is he drunk!?

    "I need to sleep. Goodnight, Aeira."

    As the door flutter close, I let the minute pass by before I push my eyes open. My eyes were focused on the door as countless thoughts enter my brain, specifically - his last word. 

    How did he know that name?

    The reporters weren't even aware that my real name is Aeira Ysvette Zephyr, only our relatives were aware of that name but they know better than to call me Princess Zephyr in the eyes of public and even on private matters. Even my parents rarely use that name. So, how did he know that?

    Is there something that I am missing? 

    You're an enigma, Rah.

    As my eyes catch the clock, I finally grew aware that it's already 10 in the evening and not around 3 am, to which he would usually talk to me. I need to freaking get out of this place and move to another location. Pushing myself out of the bed, I take a good look of the outside of my room. His room was closed and so does the main door. I don't have the choice but to leave through the back door.

    My feet were light on the floor as I walk through the back door. As I unlock the last restriction to the door, I take a deep sigh before moving out of the house. I push it open, not even creating a single squeak due to my light touch.

    "I'm sorry, Rah," I breathe out. 

    As my feet starts to run towards someplace, I heard the alarm in the house blared which set my pace to double than I originally can. The noise is starting to grow distant but I pay no attention. I need to leave, to run away and not manage to get everybody tangled in my own stupid f*****g mess.

    One single stupid thoughts start to engulf me as I ran.

    What would he do?

    I shook my head. No, there are two thoughts...

    What would he say?

    My mouth let a chuckle escape as if this was a comedic sketch. Three thoughts were eating me at this moment.

    What would he feel?

    And it feels like everything that I avoid to feel starts to grow inside of me. He trusted me and I broke that trust. Not that should surprise him. I am still a prisoner in that household... or am I still?

    Why do I feel like we had surpassed a bond that should be restricted into prisoner and kidnapper? The man was supposed to be my source of fear too, but why do I fear what he feels at this particular moment? 

    Run.

    And maybe that's just it. Maybe that's the only thing that I'm good at, running away from everything that would make constant changes in my life. I am good at running away from the things that would make my heart flutter or those who would give my life something to look back to.

    Maybe, I'm just a girl who always run away from all of those people who care most about me.

    Maybe someday I'll learn to stop.

    However, not right now. There are tons of problems that needed fixing and me not running away from them would make it much harder to fix than before.