The Assassin's Kryptonite

Are we strangers?

“Because I'm literally a stranger to you. I came here and started bothering you. Why would you even care about me when I literally ruined your peaceful life?”

The silence filled the room. Even when I refused to look at him, I knew that he was staring at me because I can feel his eyes boring holes on my face. Why is he staring anyway? It’s not like I’m asking him to change my mind or something.

I know that even after all these weeks that were together, we’re still strangers. Heck, we don’t even know each other’s surnames. And what I know about him aside from his name is his age. And I don’t even know when his birthday is!

“Stranger?” he suddenly spoked which made me look at him.

“Yeah,” I answered, removing his hand from my face so I could finally breathe. “Why? You don’t think so? Were they strangers?” I added.

“I…. I just thought…. That were at least friends now,” he exclaimed starting to avert his gaze. But before he could do that, I already caught a glimpse of his red face. Is he shy?

“So…. you consider me as your friend now?” I asked, almost teasing. I can’t believe how fast my mood changes! I’m going crazy! But he looks adorable with him getting shy like that! Ugh! I can’t believe we’ve come far from what I’m supposed to tell him a while ago! I was about to ask him about my wet clothes! And who the f**k changed my clothes?!

“Yeah.”

“Really?”

“Why? Don’t you consider me as a friend?” he exclaimed, raising his left brow. And as always, he looked hot doing that.

“Hmm…….” I acted like I was thinking deeply about his question just to annoy him. “Maybe?” I answered playfully.

He just stared at me while I was trying hard to suppress my smile. But of course, it’s just so hard pretending around someone like Trevor! Ugh!

“Why are you laughing?” he asked looking confused. Well, who wouldn’t? I was just literally shouting at him, and then crying and now laughing? I must have bumped my head into something hard to act this way. Or maybe it’s because I’ve been on this island for so long and my brain misses my social life.

“Nothing,” I exclaimed, shaking my head. I tried hard to bring back the seriousness in our conversation so that I can tell him what I’m thinking already.

“I just think that…. we don’t know much about each other. We literally know at most two things about each other, so how can we call ourselves friends?” I asked.

“We literally share the same bed and clothes and we’re still not friends in your vocabulary?” he asked, raising his brow.

Well…. he’s right but. I mean can’t I just literally ask him about anything?

“I mean, we do share a lot of things. Except information about who we are,” I explained.

“What do you want to know,” he suddenly exclaimed, folding his arms. Woah! What?

“You’ll answer anything I ask?” I exclaimed wide eyed as I excitedly smiled upon him. I mean, Trevor must be the quietest man I ever know. He literally doesn’t speak much unless necessary! Even when I ask him questions, he literally chooses what to answer and ignores the questions that he thinks are not worth opening his damn mouth.

“Hmm….” He annoyingly copies what I did a while ago which made me raise my brow. Hmp! This guy even when he’s the quietest and doesn’t speak much, do know how to f*****g annoy me. It’s his freaking talent! He’s literally so good at doing anything that will piss me off.

“What?” I can’t help but exclaim as I raise my voice. I even saw him smirk as he looked at me. I knew it! He’s literally just annoying me! “What? Are you going to answer all my questions?” I once again challenged him.

“What do I get in return?”

“You can exercise your mouth?” I suggested. Well, he must have ripped muscles all over his body except his mouth because he rarely uses it!

“What?” he exclaimed, confused.

“Fine,” I sighed deeply. “What do you want in return?” I asked. I mean fine. I’ll just be fair to him and give what he wants as well.

“I’ll ask questions too.”

Okay? I mean I literally would answer him anything but the first rule of a rich heiress like me is to not give information about myself to anyone. I mean the important details about me. It’s for my safety and protection. But why do I need to keep all those to Trevor anyway? It’s not like he’ll do anything to me. I mean he’s literally the one helping me right now. And those rules? What did those rules do to me? I was literally kidnapped and is stuck on this island right now!

“Okay fine,” I exclaimed, trying to act cool even when my headache is again killing me. Ugh! Why do I keep forgetting that I’m sick right now?

“Are you okay?” he might have noticed how I winced from pain because he immediately went near me and put his hand on my forehead. “You should really rest now,” he exclaimed as he helped me get on the bed once again.

“We have a deal, right?” I won’t forget what we talked about earlier. It’s literally one of the most exciting parts of my stay here. I mean we literally do the same thing everyday on this island. It’s like a routine already and now that I have something to look forward to, I’m very much happy about it.

“Yeah, but you should rest for now,” he exclaimed as he covered me with the blanket.

I immediately closed my eyes because everything was already spinning, and I badly wanted it to stop. I felt him caressing my hair and it felt so comfortable and so good that I didn’t notice I was dozing off to sleep.

I woke up and I thought I was finally okay because f**k, I hated being sick. I’m normally never sick. I mean why would I even when I’m rich and I literally eat all the best foods in the world, go to regular check-ups and have a normal exercise every day. But now, when I open my eyes, I just want to curse and curse because I feel like I’m dying with what I’m feeling already.

And it’s not just my head that’s hurting, it’s actually more of the lower part of my body. And my belly…. oh my god…. Don’t tell me?!

I immediately stand up even when my body is telling me to just lie down. Trevor’s out of sight and I guess he’s still outside doing God knows what. I went to the bathroom and there, confirmed, I’m having my period!

Ugh! I mean having my period is normally not a big deal for me because duh, it’s normal for girls and I usually just lie down and not do anything and I’ll be totally fine. I don’t know what it is this time that I’m feeling extra awful. Like I was run down by a truck or something, or like I was punched in the belly at least ten times.

I walked towards the bedroom again and while I was sitting on the bed, I just realized that I have another problem. I don’t have pads here! As in sanitary pads! s**t! What? I’m supposed to just bleed and spread my blood all over the place? That’s so gross and unsanitary, and again, gross!

I felt stupid thinking how embarrassing it would be if I stain his mattress, so I immediately stood up from the bed and sit on the wooden chair across the room. I was thinking of solutions to my problem when Trevor went inside.

“What are you doing there?” he asked as he went to me. “Are you feeling okay now?” he asked.

“Not really,” I answered truthfully while caressing my belly. It’s dysmenorrhea probably and I don’t even think my fevers are already gone! Like I feel like everything is hurting and I hated it!

“What? Why? What’s happening?” I can hear the worry in his voice as he went to me and caressed my forehead. “Your fever’s not down yet,” he added.

“Yeah,” I answered, thinking if I should tell him about my dilemma. I mean it’s perfectly normal for a woman like me to have her period but it’s just awkward telling it to a man, and worse, to Trevor.

“Why?” I was startled when he asked again.

“Huh?” I was confused.

“What are you thinking?”

“Nothing,” I answered, still not sure if I’m going to tell him about the blood rushing out of my body right now!

“Then, why are you still sitting there? Don’t you want to lie in bed? Are you hungry? What do you want to do?”

Amidst the pain, I still can’t help but smile because of his show of concern. Trevor’s normally calm and his composure is just so strong. I never thought I’d be able to see him this agitated.

“You have a lot of questions, don’t you?” I asked teasingly.

“And you’re not answering any of them,” he answered, which made me laugh.