The Assassin's Kryptonite

Where would I go

“Does it hurt?”

He asked while still cleaning the cut on my foot. Thankfully, the bleeding has already stopped.

“Just a little bit,” I answered. “Are you done?” I asked.

“I’ll just put this bandage to protect the wound,” he answered.

“Wait!” I almost shouted which made him stop and look at me.

“What?”

“Can you put that on later? I still plan to take a bath,” I explained. I’m not planning on going home without taking a bath! “And I’m not finished cleaning all of these,” I added as I pointed at the cassavas just beside me.

I heard him sigh deeply like he was pained with what I said. I mean how? Did I say something wrong again?

“There’s a spare here. We can use that later after you’ve taken a bath,” he exclaimed, showing me the spare bandage. “And leave that. I’ll do it,” he added.

“Oh... okay,” I just agreed because he doesn’t look like he’s in the mood to banter with me.

“Come here,” he said again which startled me.

“What?” I asked just to clarify. Without answering my question, he just carried me bridal style into the falls.

“What? Are you supposed to be bathing me?” I asked, not sure if I was horrified or if I was just shy.

He shook his head like he’s disappointed with the words coming out of my mouth. Well, I can’t help it! He put me down the nearest rock near the falls. The sound of the water falling down and splashing near us is so loud that I don’t think we’re going to hear each other.

I was startled when he submerged himself into the water in front of me. I was sitting while he was standing in front of me, but he was still taller. Ugh! I really don’t like feeling small.

“What are you doing?” I was startled when he started washing my legs.

Trevor’s hand is very rough. The kind of hand that has gone through everything. Instead of answering me, he just continued washing my legs. And there I noticed why he’s doing it. My thigh and legs are covered with reddish spots that I knew I got from the tall bushes awhile ago.

I almost forgot about them because when I soaked my leg in the water a while ago, the itchiness kind of subsided. But I just now realize that the redness is very visible because I’m pale white.

I smiled feeling how soothing he was washing my legs. I smiled wider when he took out a bar soap from his back pocket and started putting soap into the reddish parts.

“Thank you,” I sincerely told him while still smiling. He just looked briefly at me and then his attention was once again directed to my legs.

 “Next time don’t come with me in the forest,” he suddenly exclaimed which made my smile disappear.

“Why?” I can’t help but pout. He must have heard the disappointment in my voice because he looked at me. I pouted further trying to make him change his mind.

“Look at your legs,” he lifted my right leg showing it to me. “Your skin is so sensitive,” he exclaimed, shaking his head in disappointment. What? Did I disappoint him more because aside from being useless I’m also sensitive and a lot of work?

“It’s not very sensitive!” I tried to reason but he just arched his brow like challenging me to provide proofs to my claim. “I’ve been living in this forest without sunblock and moisturizer, and this is the first time I had an itch,” I explained with my head high.

Well, actually even without a mirror, I know that my complexion gets a little bit darker. Or is it a little bit? I unconsciously looked at my arms and my eyes bulged because I’m so tan now. Trevor must have been watching me because he sighed deeply as he rolled the sleeves of his shirt that I’m wearing.

“Look,” he exclaimed as I rolled the sleeve back. The change in my complexion is so obvious and so fast that I think if I have a mirror and look at my face, I will shout really loud.

Oh my god! Is that why he doesn’t like me? Because even though I’m really pretty, I look ugly now?!

“Am I ugly?!” I can’t help but raise the tone of my voice which startled him. He stopped washing the soap from my legs as he looked at me confused.

“What?!” he exclaimed.

I held my face with both my hands and even if I’m no expert, I can feel how dry my skin is.

“Is it because I haven’t applied moisturizer for a month already that I look ugly now?” I exclaimed horrified by the realizations. “Do I f*****g have acne?!” I asked, more horrified now.

“What are you saying?” he looks more confused now as he completely stops what he’s doing.

“I haven’t had a pimple in my life, ever!” I tried explaining to him, but he doesn’t seem to understand girl language. “I mean there are some but even before they show, I’ve already gone to a skin clinic!” I exclaimed as I tried to push Trevor to the side so I could see my reflection in the water. But I can’t! All I can see is a distorted image of me!

“Ugh! What did I expect? Of course! I haven’t gone to a clinic for more than a month, and my skin is exposed to this kind of environment! Of course, I’ll have pimples!” I can’t help but stomped my feet causing the water to splash on us.

“Camille!” Trevor suddenly held both my hands. “Calm down. What are you talking about?” he exclaimed with his creased forehead.

Well, of course he won’t understand! He has been in here longer and yet he still looked perfect! Ugh! It’s so unfair! How can he still have that poreless face even when I haven’t seen him apply anything in his face! We’re literally using the same bar soap which we also used for the body! How can my skin feel dry and rough when he looks so…? He looked so… he looked like a glass! He has a f*****g glass skin!

And his complexion? Ugh! He’s tanned to perfection! It’s like he’s just vacationing on some beach. He’s the kind of tourist which girls would flock to! I stared at his confused face, and I noticed his brows. He has such thick brows and it’s obvious that they haven’t been plucked for the longest time. It looked messy, but why does he still f**k look good?!

And his lips? It looked healthy and it’s reddish! How about mine? I haven’t applied lip balm or any lip therapy products on my lips and I’m sure I looked like a dehydrated b***h now! Ugh!

“I need sunblock….” I unconsciously exclaimed as I immediately stood up because the sun was glaring!

“What?” I heard Trevor but I just limped towards the ground so that I could find a better shade to shield me from the sunlight. “Where are you going?” he exclaimed as I saw him go after me. “You have a wound on your foot, Camille!” he added.

Well, I tell you this wound is nothing compared to the pain of having an ugly face! I may be a lot of things but ugly is not one of them!

When I felt the stinging pain from my foot, I turned around to face him. “Trevor,” I called with my whining voice. Most bitches who didn’t qualify as my companions, yes, not friends, always told me I’m such a whiner and that I’m irritating. Well, I don’t care. I’m rich so I can whine as much as I want.

“What?” he asked as he stood in front of me. I don’t know if he’s irritated with me, or he’s just genuinely confused because I’m acting like a weirdo.

“My foot hurts,” I exclaimed as I scrunched my face hard to show immense pain even when it’s not really like that. And of course, Trevor even when he’s the coldest person on this island, he still cares. Yes, I know that!

He immediately went to me, held my arm, and made me lean to him so I could raise my injured foot.

“I want to take a bath, but I don’t want to do it here in the falls,” I exclaimed. We were so near each other that he had to look down while I had to arch my neck just so we could talk. Well, I hate being looked down upon too but if it’s Trevor who has incredibly good-looking eyes, then I guess it’s okay.

He looked confused but he immediately carried me in bridal style and started walking in the direction of the mansion.

“Thank you,” I exclaimed with gratitude. He didn’t answer but I saw him crease his forehead. I’ve always loved taking a bath in the falls because it’s so refreshing and most of the time, I don’t even want to stop. But today…. I just don’t feel like it. Maybe because I want to take care of my skin more…. Or maybe because I was scared of the thought that some men might see me and that would really make me uncomfortable… and scared.

“You want to take a bath inside because you’re worried about your skin?” he asked while walking. He wasn’t looking at me, but I took the chance to stare at him. his forehead is creased as usual, and he looked angry at something. Is he mad at me?

“I’m sorry for making you carry me like this again,” I whispered embarrassed about how I’m inconveniencing him again. I like him… no, I like him, and I really want him to feel the same about me. But just thinking and imagining how much of a pain in the ass I am as a person, I don’t think I’ll like myself too if I were him.

“I just…. I just don’t want to have bad skin,” I tried a different excuse. I just don’t want to bring up the mafia talk again. it’s so draining and every time he slaps in my face how he’s one of them, it’s hurting me all over again. like the pain stops after he said it right? I sarcastically thought as I wanted to head bang my head somewhere hard.

We reached the bathroom in the mansion, and he put me down the toilet seat.

“Wait for me here,” he exclaimed as he took all the pails in the bathroom and walked away.

“Of course,” I answered even though I know he’s not going to hear me anymore. “I can’t go anywhere else, right?”