Chapter 29
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"Baby?" Jack called out to me in a stance that told me that he was about to remove his shoes. On one of his shoulders hung my crutches and on the other he carried a white plastic bag with something in it.
I felt my tensed-up muscles relaxing on spot and lost the feeling in my legs; slumping down on my knees as I drawled out an exhale. "What the fuck, it was you Jack?" This may be the first time that I was glad that my stalker broke in to my house.
"What's wrong? Why are you not in your room?" His voice walked on a line between worried and confused as he knelt down in front of me grabbing my shoulders and checking my body for any injuries.
I glared at him ticked off that he scared me like that. "What do you mean 'What's wrong?' I fucking thought that a burglar broke in to my house!?" I yelled. "Why didn't you just ring the doorbell!?"
"I thought that you were sleeping also I didn't want you to be walking around with that ankle." He said and stared at my leg. "But I see that you aren't capable to stay in your room obediently." He exasperated. He was about to carry me again but I held up my hand stopping him in his track.
"You don't need to carry me anymore, now that you've brought the crutches." I said pointing at them.
He looked at me and then the crutches. I raised my eyebrow giving him an amused grin as I beckoned with my hand for him to give them to me.
He clicked with his tongue, pissed and gave them to me. "Thank you." I grinned and received them. I stood up and glanced at the plastic bag that was dangling off his shoulder.
"What's with that." I nodded at it. "You didn't bring a dismembered body part, did you?" I asked warily.
He chuckled lowly. "No, I thought that you would be dying of hunger by now so I stopped by my house for a second and brought you some lasagna." The rustling sounds of the plastic bag could be heard as Jack was pulling out a bowl of lasagna; trusting it my way.
The aroma assaulted my nostrils causing a droplet of drool to glide out of my mouth. My mouth was just watering at the sight of the sweet delicatessen and my stomach let out its own share of a roar.
Jack laughed. "I wish you would look at me the same way you are looking at the lasagna, that I made by the way."
"Oh, what?" I asked absentmindedly, not really listening to what he just said. Using the back of my hand I wiped away the drool and returned my gaze towards Jack. "You really didn't strike me as a person who can cook." I said focusing back to the lasagna again. "I mean I seriously can't cook this well."
I had so many kitchen accidents every time I tried to cook something nice that I lost count. The last time that I seriously tried to cook the kitchen stove somehow exploded. Luckily enough nothing was seriously damaged and I did let someone look at afterwards and he said that nothing was really amiss. Nothing!
It's like some invincible force tries to stop me from cooking or something.
He chuckled. "I had no choice, we don't want another explosion to happen like last time, right?"
I went rigid. 'How does he-? Oh…yeah…right….stalker.'
Jack started to put back on his shoes. "Are you already leaving? What about your bowl? Don't you want it back?" I asked surprised that he's really leaving.
He shook his head. "Nah you can have it. I am not sure if I'll be able to hold myself back from having my way with you If I stay here anymore longer." He said bluntly.
My face flushed. "Wha-!"
"Besides…" He said interrupting me. "I'll be watching over you to make sure that you somehow don't blow up the microwave or something." Saying that he really got out of my apartment leaving me and my medium hot lasagna alone.
I sighed and looked at my lasagna. "There's now only you, me and stomach left." And with the last rumble of stomach telling me to hurry up I took the lasagna with me to the kitchen and ate it.
It was magnifico.
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I was standing outside the apartment waiting for Cher to pick me up. She had messaged me that she would be here any second now. The cool wind breeze was caressing the lose strands of my hair which was still in a bun. I don't think that I would be changing this hairstyle any time soon now.
Cher finally arrived and pulled up. I hopped towards the passenger seat and opened the door to greet her, but what I saw left me being rooted in place. Cher's high cheekbones were sunken, the normally bright brown eyes that was shimmering with hope and future were now terrifyingly dim and the terrible dark circles under her eyes couldn't be missed.
When Cher finally looked at me her eyes went wide.
"What happened?" We both said in unison, our voices coated in pure concern.
"What happened to your ankle?" Cher asked looking at my bandaged ankle.
'Oh, I forgot to mention that.'
I let a wobbly laugh. "I was so clumsy, I tripped over my own feet as I went down the stairs three days ago." I said taking place in her car putting the two crutches at the back seat.
"And you're still going to work." She asked in bewilderment.
"Bills girl, my bills are piling up." I said leaning in to the chair.
"Fair enough." She said and started the car.
"But what happened to you?" Now it was my turn to be concerned.
She coughed a little letting out an uneven smile. "Nothing happened."
"Cher… you can't fool me, I know you too well."
She bit down on her trembling bottom lip trying to suppress the tears, but it was fruitless, the tears still forced themselves out. "That's what I also thought about Brandon. That I knew him well enough." She whispered in her quivering voice.
"What are you talking about Cher?" I asked not understanding by what she was trying to say. She took in a big shuddering breath, her chest heaved up and her hands were clenching tightly at the stirring wheel.
She locked eyes with me.
"I think that Brandon is cheating on me."
