Come with me
1055 Words
DHEV DAVENSON POINT OF VIEW
I carefully read the information on her ID card. Her name is Cutie Anaya, and she is 18 years old. She was born on August 20, 2004.
There's not much information in her ID apart from important details about her and the cellphone number of her guardian. The most interesting part is her photo in her ID. She is undeniably gorgeous. She looks like a baby with those baby fat cheeks which are naturally pink.
" Enough looking at her face!" My mind scolded.
" It hurts! Huhuhu!"
I heard her crying again. Oh my goodness! This lady doesn't know what else to do aside from cry.
" I want mama! I want to go home!" She whined, crying.
If may I add, she is so obsessed with going home.
" What's so great about your home? Stop crying!" I said using my authoritative voice.
She bit her lower lip trying to stop her cries.
" So f*****g cute!" My perverted mind shouted.
" Get out!" I demanded.
My eyes did not leave her image. She wipes her eyes with her sleeves and then sniffs slowly a couple of times.
" I'll be out then. But your hand refrained me from leaving." She says and shaking her arm to show me what she meant.
I let go of her pulse and threw the ID back to her. I glance at her for a second from her long black wavy hair down to her cute pink shoes before I push her out of my room carefully. I don't want to hear another cry from her.
I sat on the edge of my bed and facepalm. What the hell is wrong with you, Davenson? You are far from being weak. From the moment I was born until yesterday, I never ever looked at a woman twice, but with her I didn't seem to take my eyes off her. I saw and f**k a lot of beautiful ladies, but those bitches never made me feel like I hadn't felt about that crying lady. I hate noise, especially cries, but with her I can feel like I am able to tolerate her.
" You need a freaking cold shower Dhev! You really need it before you can think inappropriate about her." I whispered to myself.
I blocked my mind from any thoughts and took a cold shower. I fix myself before I get out of my room and walk around the hallway. I look at my watch on my left wrist and see what time it is now.
" Hmmm! 9:15 AM." I hum.
" Good morning master!"
Everyone greets me when they see me walking down the hallway. One of the rules in my school is that you never disrespect me or else you will face punishment.
The cafeteria is huge and classy, so everyone wants to spend their free time or vacant time inside here. I am standing at the door of the cafeteria.
" Master is here!" Someone announced.
All of the students immediately stood and said ' Good morning master!' to me. I didn't greet them back. I just stood there waiting for someone to open the door for me. Until I heard a very familiar voice, even if I just heard it for the second time.
" Mister, why are we standing here? Why didn't you open the door so we can get inside?" I heard her cute voice in a whisper. I tilted my head down to see her beauty. I'm not wrong, the girl beside me is the same girl I saw in my playroom a while ago. Wearing the same clothes and standing so tiny beside me. She isn't looking my way, but her eyes are glued inside. I switched my eyes to look inside the cafeteria and saw she was especially looking at the foods.
" Mister, I'm hungry." She said and I felt her hands on the hem of my expensive shirt.
" Enough tugging my shirt." I said to her.
I see how she flinches a little and then tilts her head to look at me. Her beautiful eyes suddenly widened after seeing me.
" Mister bad guy?" She asks cutely.
"Are you not listening to me? I said enough, tugging the hem of my shirt." I said coldly. I try my best to hide my real emotions.
" He is really a bad man. He is scolding me because I keep tugging his shirt. I didn't break or tear it, I just touched it." I heard her whisper.
Is she talking to me or talking to herself?
She slowly let go of the hem of my shirt and turned her back at me.
"Why does this girl love to turn her back on me? Is she not afraid of me?" You can't help thinking about it.
She was about to walk away when I grabbed her bag to stop her.
"Where are you going?" I asked, still with my hands on the strap of her bag.
"I will call my Mom to bring me food. I'm hungry, I want to eat." She said, and then she looked at the counter where food was being displayed.
"Come with me." I said before I let go of her bag and grabbed her right elbow.
" I won't come with you." She refused my command.
"I said come with me." I demanded.
" I don't want to go to the police station. Huhuhu!" She said and then cried after saying that.
" When did I say we were going to the police station?" I asked him with my sharp eyes.
" You said in that room that you wanted me to come with you to the police station. I don't want to go there. I'm afraid of policeman." She said, and then tried her very best to get away from my hold.
" That was in the room. Now, I'm asking you to come with me to have lunch together. " I said calmly.
" Lunch? Are we going to have lunch? Where? I want to come with you then. I thought you were going to put me behind bars." She said, smiling so beautifully. I can feel her excitement after she heard that we were going to eat and not in the police station.
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