The Markless

“Hey Avery, wake up kiddo, we need to move while the sun is out”, He said to me as I opened my eyes staring at the rundown ceiling where we rested last night. Believe me or not, this house we found in the middle of the freaking forest looks as if it has been abandoned for centuries, it has broken windows with all the shattered glass below it, hanging doorknobs or doors for heaven’s sake, talking about privacy. We even have to put together some ragged clothes that we picked up on the ground to make some sort of decent shower curtains. Luckily for us, this place have water to begin with. Thank goodness for that. Actually, I hated the thought that we are moving again, I didn’t even get to explore outside this s**t- brick house. As far as I know, we don’t get to walk in the forest like we are in some kind of adventurous hiking, we need to protect ourselves from what’s out there, or so he said. I rolled to my side hearing the bed creaking. I swear, If I weigh a little more than I usually am, this bed would break in just a second. Without a reason, I begun wondering when we’ll stop running from danger, do I get to have a say in this whole f****d up situation I’m in? Unfortunately no, I’m tired of my life. Closing my eyes, starting to drift off to dreamland when I am starting to hear that dreadful voice again. “Right now Avery, the day won’t start itself”, He shouted from downstairs, “Alright, alright, I’m getting up, chill your balls man”, I said while cursing him at my mind. Just damn great. Well, just his luck as I’m not in the bad mood as I was yesterday, so let’s start with having some breakfast first to get my engine riled up for what’s to come later, Then after that I’m thinking of buying extra stuffs for our inventory today as I’m guessing we’ll run out of goodies in less than 3 days because of his big appetite, I never really understood why he is always hungry or eating too much. It’s not normal for a human, sometime when he eats too much food, I’m just waiting for him to choke up or something like getting a stomachache or whatever. I rushed to get some clothes from my bag when I found myself looking in the mirror and stare at my worn-out clothes that’s look like I’ve been r***d with a freaking knife. It has holes in the armpit area, the chest and it’s even shorter than a normal t-shirt, then looking on my jeans it looks like it has been slashed here and there. I will rate this outfit negative infinity. Oh, god, why can’t we buy some clothes that I saw yesterday, if its not for him, I will just go straight inside the store then buy myself a pair of jeans and some t-shirts, or an underwear at least. Yep, you thought right, I just have one underwear. Pretty un-hygienic right? I just can’t stand not wearing one especially when I’m birthing a blood diamond for heaven’s sake. Ugh, I just can’t with him. He control my everyday life, do not do this, do this instead, I care for you and I should listen, he’s such a bull. But, I know long enough ranting about this will get me nowhere with him, he’s an iron steel son of a b***h. He takes no for an answer I tell you, And I still like him even all that nagging every single day of my entire life, and I’m pretty grateful for it. I got downstairs and to my surprise, he’s cooking breakfast, and it’s my favorite breakfast. We literally never got the time to do cooking and s**t, we’re always, always on the road. Taking a seat near me, setting up myself some plates and a cup of coffee while waiting for him. I look at him for a second to know if he want some help with it, he noticed and shakes his head. Okay well then, I’ll be glad to just sit there and wait for my wonderful breakfast to arrive right in front of me. Enjoying the feeling of being served like a princess, I wonder wow, is it my birthday today? Last time I checked, it was until next month. Hmm, what is it? Is it his birthday? Come to think of it, I don’t even know when is his birthday, Oh, what a great companion I am, I deserve to have an award for that. I laughed at myself. Nope, no time to think about it, I just need that food to fill up this skinny ass. I skipped towards the breakfast bar, staring at those blueberry pancakes with chocolate chips, sausages, the fluffy scrambles eggs and of course in my hand, a mug full of love, filled with coffee. I sighed in content, I could get used to this everyday, please. I put down my mug then fished my phone at my pocket, this phone of mine have lived for thousand of years. This phone I’m holding is one which your grandma or grandpa would use. But, I’m not picky when it comes to material things, except for clothes, that will not do. He finished his cooking and placed my breakfast in front of me, I smiled at the moment the smell hits my nostrils. I’m really grateful for this man in front me, without him I would've starved and die on the side of the road. “Thank you so much for this wonderful breakfast, Benny”, I grinned at him. He’s the most ‘perfect’ guy that ever lived I think, like, he has those dark brown eyes that any girl would love to melt in, those kissable lips and when he smiles it gives off a mysterious aura, his dirty blond hair, and don’t forget those abs. Oh. Waking up and getting a breakfast from this man can never get better, and whoever get to marry this guy is lucky I tell ya. I chugged down my food and ate it in seconds cause’ I was so hungry I could eat a bear. He looks surprised looking at my clean plate, I smirked at him like a champion receiving his gold medal. Now, you are wondering who is this gorgeous man I’ve been telling about from the start? He’s actually my bodyguard, a.k.a. my personal protector, or at least that’s what he said to me. I don’t know why he called himself that and actually I don’t care if he doesn’t tell me as long as he don’t abandoned me on the side of the road because of my raging teenager ass. He’s been with me since I can’t remember when, all I know is when I escaped from that frightful day, he was the one who took care of me, fed me, gave me knowledge about the world, taught me how to fight, and to not trust others so easily. His name is Benjamin, and yes, it’s just Benjamin, no last name. Last time I checked, a last name stands for what your ranking in the society is. And, a man or a woman with no last name calls for danger. After finishing my breakfast, I stood up from the chair, gathering our things from the bedroom upstairs then heading back down to the living area I was stopped by an unfamiliar voice talking to Ben, his voice is shaking at something the guy told him. This doesn’t look good, Ben doesn’t get taunted easily, this guy is fearless. My mind went to the guy talking to Ben, focusing on his tone, how deep or pitchy it is, what accent his speaking with, the dictation of his words, I learned this all from Ben, he taught me how to distinguish one’s voice from others, and its all paying off, thanks to this unknown guy. I stepped on the floorboards slowly but surely when it suddenly creaks, s**t.