Bad Man
1079 Words
CUTIE ANAYA POINT OF VIEW
I'm looking at him. He keeps saying there's no ghost here. Then what did I hear a while ago? Because I'm pretty sure I heard a ghost shouting at me.
" A-are you sure there's no ghost here?" I asked again, trying to be sure.
" Yes baby, there's no ghost here." He said firmly.
I quickly wiped my tears and smiled at him.
" Thank you Mister handsome." I thanked him because he made me calm. I thought the ghost would eat me because he seemed mad at me.
" Mister handsome?" I heard him whisper.
" Are you asking me?" I asked him.
I'm looking confused at him. He is staring at me without any emotion on his face. Is he mad at me too?
"I-I want to go home," I whispered. I'm still looking straight into his eyes. I still remember what my Mama said. Don't ever disrespect those people who are talking to you. If they are staring straight into your eyes, you must do the same. Don't look down and meet his or her eyes. That's what I'm doing right now. I'm trying my best to meet his eyes but I'm so weak, I can't stare at his eyes any longer. He is so handsome and his aura is so scary, like my Papa's big boss vibe.
"I want to go home, huhuhuh!" I whispered again and pulled the blanket to cover my whole body.
I was startled a bit when he pulled the blanket off of my body. I saw how the blanket leaped beside me. I frowned, looking at him.
" Why did you steal my blanket?" I asked him, pouting.
" That's not your blanket baby. That's my blanket." He said plainly.
" Baby? Why do you keep calling me baby? I'm a big girl now, you know. Look at me. " I said, then kneeled on the soft bed to show him that I was not a baby anymore. My height is 5'4 and my weight is 45 kilograms. I'm too far from a baby.
He did not say anything. He just kept staring at me. He is so handsome, a very very handsome man. I figured out that he didn't want to answer me, so I tried to change the topic.
" Is this your room?" I asked him again.
" Yes. Now, tell me who you are. Seeing you wearing some ragged clothes, I'm sure you are poor. Are you a new worker here?" He asks me using his manly voice.
Is he serious? He criticizes my status based on my clothes. I always remember what my mom said to me that it's bad to criticize other people for their status in life.
" Bad man!" I said, knitting my brows while glaring at him.
" Excuse me!" He said, unhappy with what I said to him.
" You are a bad man!" I said, sulking.
" You don't know it's bad to criticize your fellow," I continued.
" I don't care! Now tell me, who are you?" He demands, which makes me pout my lips more. I do like a duck now, but who cares? This handsome bad man made me like this.
" Bad man!" I whispered again, but I didn't know that he had a good hearing.
" Say bad man once again and you will see the real bad man!" He warns me. I can see how serious he is with his firm warning. I'm a good girl and I am afraid of seeing a real bad man.
" Aws!" I just said and turned my back to him.
" Don't turn your back when I'm talking to you! Damn it!" He said, raising his voice. I'm a bit startled because of it.
" Why do you keep yelling at me? I'm a good girl, you know." I said, trying to stop my tears from shedding. I'm pretty sure he will scold me again if I cry in front of him.
" Stop crying!" He snapped.
"I-i-am not crying. I-I want to go home now." I replied to him. I tilt my head up so my tears won't come out. A second later, I gathered my strength and slowly extended my feet to reach the floor. I was about to take a step, planning to leave this room, when suddenly a hand grabbed my wrist.
" Where do you think you are going?" He asks using his manly voice.
My back still facing him. I don't want to see him because he is so bad. He threatened me to stop crying and he never said sorry when he called me poor and criticized my favorite shirt and pants.
" I'm going home," I replied.
" You're coming with me!" he said, which made me turn my back to look at him.
" Coming with you? Where?" I asked, feeling excited.
" Are you going to give me a ride?" I asked again.
" Yes! I'm going to give you a ride to the police station." He said, wearing his poker face.
My eyes automatically went wide the moment I heard him.
" P-police station? NO!" I squealed. I try my best to get away from him, but he is very strong.
" Let go of me, please! I don't want to go to the police station, I'm not a criminal. I'm a good girl. Please!" I said, showing tantrums.
" You're coming with me." He insists as he tightens his grip on my wrist.
" Why? What did I do? Huhuhu!" I sob.
I give up and just let him do what he wants with me.
" You choose, You are going to tell me who you are or you want us to go to the police station!" He gave me two choices which made me stop crying.
" I'll tell you about myself," I said immediately. I really don't want to go to the police station. I don't want my Mom and Dad to get mad at me.
Between the two, it's better to tell him who I am than to go to the police station.
I toss my backpack in front and unzip it. I search for my ID card, it only took a few seconds to find my ID. I get it and extended my arm to give my ID to him. He was still wearing h
is emotionless face as he took my ID card.
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