The Assassin's Kryptonite

Clay Pots

“I don’t have those here.”

“See? And you have the audacity to ask me what I want?” I sniggered while still munching on the fish. I can't help tasting the last bit of it because God knows when I’m going to be able to eat another one.

We finished eating just a couple minutes later and he took the banana leaves and the fishbones somewhere. Maybe to dump them in a trash bin or something. He then carried me towards a small shed just behind the house that I had forgotten to notice earlier. There were pots of water inside. He made me sit in another one of his wooden chairs and got me a bowl of water to wash my hands. I washed my own hands while he did his.

“What are these for?” I asked as I pointed to numerous clay pots sitting on the ground in front of me. Do they all contain water?

Speaking of water, after he washed his hands, he handed me a bowl of water to drink.

I gave the bowl back to him as I stood up and walked, limping towards the clay jars. I was really curious about what was inside.

“What’s this? Salt?”

“Yeah,” he answered, looking at me. He walked towards me and made a move to carry me in his arms again.

“What are they for?” I asked curiously. I mean how can he have jars of salt but not a single roll of tissue paper? Yes! I still can't get over the tissue paper!

“You’ll see,” he answered briefly.

“What do you mean?” I asked, but he just walked out of the shed without answering my question. He put me on the wooden chair again and then left.

I waited for him, not even minding asking him where he'd go, because I knew damn well for sure that he wouldn't answer me.

I creased my forehead when I saw him with an ax on his shoulder. He put down the ax and then rolled down trunks of wood. Oh wood. He started cutting the big trunks of trees into pieces. I can see how his biceps flex with every move.

“Hey! Careful!” I shouted when a piece of wood came flying towards me.

“You should go inside,” he exclaimed, wiping his sweat. How can he look hotter sweating like that? Ugh! I must be going crazy. I used to hate people who sweat a lot because that’s just so gross. A lot of jocks in my school have tried courting me and I do like them, but I don’t want to be near them when they’re at games or something of that sort. But Trevor Helios just looked majestic as he shined with his sweat. Jeez…. Cami gross!

“I don’t want to,” I exclaimed as I crossed my arms in my chest. I don’t want to stay inside! The mansion is so creepy! And I bet I’ll just remember my situation when I’m left alone. I need to speak so I can forget even for just a little bit of this stupid situation I’m in.

I heard him sigh deeply as he let go of the ax and walked towards me. He bent down, carried me to his chest and pulled the chair farther from where I sat before. He put me down in the chair again.

He walked back towards the woods he was cutting and continued doing his work.

“Trevor,” I called him minutes after he started chopping the woods. He stopped, which was good because I didn’t want to talk over his chopping. He looked at me, so I continued. “I want to take a bath, but I don’t have clothes. Can I borrow yours?”

“Fine,” he exclaimed, then continued chopping the woods.

“Fine? So, what are you still doing?”

He stopped again and looked at me exasperated. Why is he even exasperated? I just wanted to take a bath!

“I want to take a bath now!” I exclaimed, raising my voice to prove a point. I heard him sigh even with the distance and then started gathering all the words he chopped and neatly stacking them near a tree. He then carried his ax and maybe walked towards the shed. He came back to me and carried me in his arms. We entered the house and he led me to the bathroom.

“Wait here,” he put me down the bowl and took the pail in his hands.

“What do you mean wait?” I asked, looking up.

“I have to get you water.”

“Where?”

“River.”

“What? How long would that take?” I exclaimed. I wanted to take a bath so badly already!

“What do you want to do then?” he asked, sighing deeply. What? Is he getting pissed at my demanding ass already?

“I want to take a bath!” I exclaimed, stomping my foot.

He looked up while massaging his forehead with his fingers. He’s obviously frustrated already, but what can I do? I’m as frustrated as he is!

“Wait here,” he exclaimed, then put down the pails.

“Where are you going?” and of course he didn’t answer. He came back with a black towel in his arm. He carried me again and started walking in the direction of the river. I didn’t bother talking because he might be really pissed with me already and I was scared that he might kick me out. This is his place after all.

We reached the river and he put me down the same rock I sat on a while ago. The sun is already up but there are trees on both sides of the river that I can't really feel the sunlight.

“What?” I asked as he looked at me. What am I supposed to do here?

“Take a bath,” he ordered as he started walking towards the mansion again.

“Where are you going?!” I asked for the hundredth time. Thank God he was bothered enough to actually stop and look back at me.

“Do you want me to be here while you take a bath?” he asked with no expression on his face.

“Yes! I mean what if I drown and I die?”

I heard him sigh and walked towards the river. He walked up until the middle part, and I saw how the water level was just below his waist. He raised his eyebrows, mocking me.

“But what if there are crocodiles there or something?” I asked, still not giving up the argument. The thing is, I don’t want to be left alone here!

“There are no crocodiles here, Camille Louella,” he said as he walked back towards me.

“But still…” I insisted and I couldn't help but pout. Why can't he just stay?

“Fine,” he finally agreed.

“Okay! Walk towards that tree,” I pointed out the nearest tree beside the river. “….. and turn around.”

I thought he was going to argue but he just heeded my request. I started submerging myself in the water, careful not to use my injured feet.

“Don’t you have shampoo or soap?” I asked.

“I don’t,” he answered.

I was supposed to snap at him, but the water is so refreshing that I don’t even mind using soap at all. Ugh! The water is so nice for the skin!

“It’s in the plastic bag beside the towel,” he added. Huh? What? Confused about what he said, I still swam towards the big rock where he put the towel and there, I saw the plastic zip lock bag he was talking about. Oh! Shampoo, soap, toothpaste, and a new toothbrush! Thank God!

“How dare you fool me!” I said in a raised tone, but I was smiling widely as I started soaping my body. I then put shampoo in my long hair. He doesn’t have any conditioners, but I’m having too much good time to even complain. After almost half an hour, I was done bathing. I swam towards the ground and pulled myself up. I took the toothbrush from its plastic packaging, put a toothpaste over it and started brushing my teeth.

“You can turn around now,” I exclaimed after brushing my teeth and wrapping myself up in the towel. He then walked towards me, then carried me towards the mansion. I was gripping the zip lock bag in my arms as he opened the door to his bedroom.

He put me down his study table chair and started opening some of the boxes. He got me a pair of black striped boxers and another one of his white shirts. He put them on the table near me, took another towel and then went out.

“Hey! Shampoo!” I extended my hand to give him the bag. He took it then exited the room.

I started drying my hair and when it was dried enough, I took off all my clothes and wore the clothes he gave me. I left his wet shirt and my panty on the floor as I started limping towards the bed. I was supposed to wait for him, but I was so exhausted that I fell asleep with my wet hair.

I woke up when I heard someone enter the door. I opened my eyes slightly and I pretended to sleep when I saw Trevor go shirtless and wet. He then again opened one of his boxes, took clothes and was about to walk out when he ducked and grabbed my wet clothes on the floor.

Wait? My clothes? Wet clothes? My panties! I immediately got up from bed because of embarrassment.

“What are you going to do with that?!” I shouted, which startled him.