Overwhelming Pain

Chapter 12

Trinette

             I bite on the toast that Chris made for me. He was already laying on the couch when I went out from the bedroom at exactly 8:17 in the morning. I knew he can't keep it up even though he's acting professionally about it. He told me with his eyes closed, lying on the couch like a corpse that he made me breakfast. So nice of him. Nobody ever prepared meals for me ever since mom left me, so I was a bit flustered by it.

I'm sitting on a stool, facing the countertop that is facing the living room which made me see Chris laying on the couch clearly. I bite on the toast again. "You sure you won't eat breakfast? I can cook though." I said. I've already asked him a few times already but he still refused. I don't usually talk this much with people but I'm a bit hyped with him. Maybe he doesn't believe me 'coz I'm a teenager? "I've been living with a useless family member for 10 years that it made me do things myself so I can cook you breakfast if you want—"

"Kid." Still with his eyes closed in a stern tone of his voice, he called out to me. "Yeah?"

"Stay quiet." He demanded. I pursed my lips.

"You sure you don't want to?" I asked again. I watched him messing his own hair with both of his hands while groaning.

Did I annoyed him?

I was just being concern though.

"I'm not doing this sh*t with you again, kid." He said. I tilted my head while looking at him. "I'm not doing anything." I said He sits up on the couch then looks at me with his tired sleepy eyes. "Stop asking things repeatedly!" he said in a slightly whiny voice.

"I was just being nice." I reasoned out.

"You've been asking things like ten times on repeat." He said.

"I'm just making sure because last night you told me you don't wanna sleep and here you are sleeping on the couch." I said.

"I—" He was gonna protest but I saw his mouth hesitating to speak, thinking if he should reason out when it's obvious that I had him.

He heaved a sigh. "Fine, you got me with that." He said in a defeated tone. I slightly smiled. So this is how people with friends converse with each other in a stupid argument. We're not even friends but it kinda feels like it.

"Now, since you're being," He held his hands up and gestured a quotation mark. "nice," I scoffed sarcastically. "Why don't you head over and give your friend that tray of breakfast?" He said as he pointed at the tray of newly cooked bacon and eggs and pancakes on the countertop behind me. I looked back and saw it. My mouth formed into an 'o'.

"Wow, you cooked this?" I asked as I went down from the tall stool then stares at the food. The aroma is still present.

"Mhm, yeah." He said then I heard a ruffle on the couch's leather. I'm guessing he went back to lie down. I gently held the tray then turn to him. I was right. He lied down again with his eyes closed.

"You're good at cooking." I said.

"Thanks. I'm an adult." He said. Geez. I scrunched my nose as I begin to walk out from the kitchen and living room, leaving him alone. He's quite mean. I like it.

Serving food in this tray reminds me of my cousin Marvin. He used to be the one who gets sick easily. So when I was a kid, I'm always the one who takes care of him. He doesn't like me. Not like I like him as well, he's like a great representation of a devil. Auntie doesn't like taking care of things and people so I'm not surprised that Marvin grew up being like that. I still can't believe that I managed to endure ten years in that house.

Feels good not to sleep in that house for one night. For the first time after ten years, I was able to have a very nice sleep. The tray isn't that heavy so I held the tray with one hand and opened the door gently. "HO—" I flinched a bit when I noticed the man already sitting on the bed with the same emotionless face from last night. "..ly sh*t."

I inhaled deeply as I slowly close the door then held the tray with both of my hands. "You scared me." I mumbled. "Apologies." He said, still in monotone. I just nodded. I feel awkward being here, alone with him. I gently placed the tray on the side table. "Here's your breakfast." I said. I glanced at him, I was about to look away but I got stunned when he looked at cluelessly.

"Breakfast?" he asked. I nodded at him. "Yes, breakfast." I said. Doesn't he knows what breakfast is?

"What is that?"

"Oh my god," I mumbled. "It's food." I answered. He maintained his confused look. Don't tell me..

"Food? What's that?" he asked. Why doesn't he know any of these things? Is he even human?

We don't even know his name yet.

"Hey." I immediately pressed my palms on the bed as I stare at his eyes. "Who are you?" I asked. "Why don't you know any of these basic human things?" I added, emphasizing the word that identified him being not one of us.

Every seconds that passed while I'm staring at him, the tension grows. I don't know but I definitely wanna know what he is.

He fell on top of me. Naked. His schlong poked my thigh and it's the most disgusting thing that happened to me but I still came back to him and saved him from that one cold and wet night, I need to atleast know who he is.

My patience is starting to break so I held my fingers up and snapped infront of him. "Hey," I called out. He looked at my fingers then looked back at me.

"Who are you?" I repeated. He stared at me with his emotionless eyes then answered.

"Pain."

What?