CURIOSITY OF DAWN
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CHAPTER 3
CURIOSITY OF DAWN
GRACIAS’S POV
The night was quiet. Barely sleep but I needed an escape of reality.
I didn't make a sound and I couldn't even go to the bathroom in peace.
I just slept like that.
He stood at the door as if he was a guidance angel. No, a predator watching over its prey.
Terror lived with me and within.
If fear could be named, then it may be called Gracias as it is.
I woke up the next morning. The terror was still there, reality snapped. I was already in a trap of thousands of plans.
My heart pounding against my chest. My breathing destabilized.
I held on to my blanket.
Peace far from me.
“Who was he?” The police I called earlier were sent away.
I couldn't rest at ease. I clung to the bed sheet tightly.
I couldn't look up because his preying eyes were still glued to my face.
How would I sleep with him looking at me like that?
He was standing at the door, his back leaning sideway on the door.
His left hand was stuck in his pants pocket.
His gaze fixed on but no emotions.
Was he just a wounded man? Or a crocodile looking for food?
The stare of his eyes, the venom of his words, and the cold on his face, one won't argue he was dangerous.
Someone who presses the gun at will. He wasn't to be thrilled with.
‘Was he on the run? What if he drags me into his problem?’ my breath hitched. No, I couldn't risk it.
I wanted to say something but no words came out of my mouth.
Is it because I am scared of him or he had something on me?
What if I don't wake up the next morning?
My boy froze at the thought. It could be possible.
No!!. I jolted from the bed. My eyes mid timid but determined.
I could feel my heart beating louder than before.
“What do you actually want from me?” I asked calmly, but my voice betrayed the tough side I tried to present.
He twisted his neck harshly before his gaze landed on me, he said no words and just walked over.
“What do you think?” His gaze held a quiet whisper unreadable.
I bent my head immediately, “I think you aren't a random wounded person” I blunted out.
I didn't know what was funny but he boasted, he just stared at me.
Goodness, what was wrong?
I thought.
He was now closer. My breath caught on my throat.
He bent over. “GG” he called with a sweet calmly.
My body trembled.
He knew my name? The name my mother calls me.
My eyes widened.
“Who are you?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly. “How do you know what my mother calls me?” I continued.
He moved from the room to the living room dragging me with him.
There was a mirror there.
The look on his face turned sinister, then he threw me towards the mirror.
I could see the thin lines pushing against his forehead.
He wasn't smiling, his expression had turned cold.
“Your look alone is a sin” he said and shoved me to the floor.
He picked a knife.
I hurried away from him.
My eyes scanned him.
“Come here,” he said.
I couldn't dare and wouldn't dare.
He fell into the couch with a gentle smile on his lips.
“Go and make food for us” he said and threw the knife before me.
“Take it with you” he closed his eyes.
If I bent down to pick it, would he capture me?
If I don't, I will still meet the same faith.
I decided to leave the knife and ran to the kitchen.
I felt his gaze from the corner of his eyes then a smile spreading on his face.
I marched to the kitchen barefoot. Marching on the cold tiles, I didn't dare go back past him.
Everything around me felt cold and unsettling.
I opened the fridge and grabbed two eggs. My hands fumbled. One eye almost slips. I caught it against my chest, my heart pounding so hard that I almost cracked the egg in my palms.
I grabbed the gas knob. I turned it left. Click...click...click. it caught on.
I flinch my heart jumping from my chest
"Careful, GG. Don't burn it" his voice startled me.
He was paying attention.
I picked up the bread to toast it with the egg.
"Need help?" His voice sliced through the door, disrupting me.
I stuck out my tongue as if he was present with me.
"Madman" I whimpered.
"No!" I replied. Too fast.
Then a voice sounded behind me.
"Sure you don't need help?"
My breath catches in my throat.
When did he get here?
I just called him a madman. Did he hear that?
I stared at him, waiting for the worst to happen but he just scoffed.
His phone rang and he stepped out to answer it.
I scraped everything out into two plates and headed to the living room.
"Yes she has the code on her" I heard him say.
My breath tightened, hand trembling with the food on my hand.
Code? What code? And who is she? Those were the words he said.
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