Everleigh POV
I rolled my eyes for the nth time—360 degrees. For Pete’s sake!
Raven never look at me in the eye, he keeps on treating me with his cold and stern attitude. I felt like a little kid. But what make me more irritated were his sweet and manly gestures!
I heard old man laugh. I looked at him. "Why are you laughing?"
He pointed my hands using his mouth. Right I was here putting seeds on flower beds.
"If you're curious, why not just ask him?" Old man digs up some dirt. "He is right, you shouldn't have gone there. What if something bad happened to you? Your father will be sick."
I pouted. "He could have just scold me once just like what you did to me. But look at him, treating me like he never heard I said I was sorry. And now he even got out buying me materials for school. He cooked for me, he cares for me, he watch out for me," my hands started to crumble dirt, "with all his little cold treatment! Is he playing with me?! He is not even looking at me in my eyes!"
Old man laughs again. "Why are you even so angry about it? He's only your body guard after all."
I stood and face old man. "Hell yeah! He is only my body guard. I almost forgot he only do these things for money, as long he is paid!"
I walk towards Mr. Hunderson and grab his hands. I put the seeds to his hands before walking inside the house.
"Just for money, money, money. Stupid money. Fine, I'll ask him later!"
I quickly walk in to kitchen with heavy footsteps. I should get something to eat. But my feet stopped when I saw Raven drinking water from the fridge. He noticed me and looks at me in his peripheral view.
"Your hungry, Ms. Scott?"
Can he just call me by my name? I admit I think I like it that way.
I didn't answer him.
"Susana! Could you cook something for me, I’m starving." I walk out of the kitchen.
"Stupid, cold, weirdo!" I murmured.
I entered to my room. As soon as I close the door, I notice the organized books, ballpoint pens and pencils and notebooks.
I sighed in defeat. Why does he have to be this sweet yet cold person? I'm totally lost of his behavior. Or is just a part of his job?
I think I'm going to cry any second. I'm really stupid—stubborn. Is this why father doesn't buy time for me like he always do when mom is still alive?
Dad is also treating me coldly, but never leaves me—same as Raven. I don't understand.
Raven never leave because he needs money, he said I'm his responsibility?
Dad never leaves because...I'm his daughter, a responsibility.
Is that it? I still don't understand.
I heard a knock before the door opened.
"Susana, I—"
I thought it was Susana, but I was stiffened when it was Raven; holding tray of cake, glass of water, and pizza.
"O-Oh...I...I thought it was Susana."
"I told her to not cook. I bought you food from my way here," he said. "I'll put it on your desk."
"Y-Yeah..."
I watched his back as he carefully place the tray on my desk. He was about to get out when I speak.
"Are you still mad at me?" I asked.
"I'm not,"
"Then why are you treating me like this?"
"Like this what, Ms. Scott?"
I grab a pillow and throw onto him. "Ms. Scott—" he stopped when he saw my serious face.
"Don't treat with your stupid coldness or this guilt tripping of yours. Do you know how I was affected?! I felt like I'm so stupid! Is that what think? A stubborn woman who carelessly run herself into a dark alley, and met goons that could almost kill her?!"
He sighed. "Ms. Scott, that's not what it—"
"Well here is the fact. That's what I'm feeling!"
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"Another bottle, please!" I shouted before leaning my head to the table. I smiled while I closed my eyes. "This is so great."
A waiter put a bottle on my table before walking away.
I came in this bar alone. No one noticed me coming here; I'm really like a ninja.
"Fuck, I'm so dizzy."
I finished five bottles. This was the biggest flex of my alcohol drinking. I think…I'll be able to forget things by tomorrow. I hope so.
"Ms. Scott!"
Oh, great! How on earth Raven found me?! I'm in VIP room!
He rushed towards me and quickly leaned me to the sofa. His hair is messy, his eyes seemed stress. Does he have problem? Money is his problem?
"I can give you money if you like," I said.
"What?! Ms. Scott, you're drunk."
"I'm not!"
"Let's get you home,"
Home, again?!
I felt a sudden burst of mixed emotions.
"How many times do I have to tell you I don't have a home!!" I shouted, making him surprised. "No one cares for me! My father never laid time on me! Jackson leaved me! My mom died because I forced her to go to our chicken restaurants because it's my fucking birthday! I never celebrated birthday parties, I don't have friends who'll greet me...my father will only give me birthday gifts and we'll go out often... My mom used to cook for me, she's the only one person who cares for me, and she’s the only one person that I have! My home!"
He didn't answer, he only stared at me. I didn't realize my tears rushing to my cheeks.
"Fuck it! Why am I being too emotional when you are around me? I've never been like this before. Mr. Hunderson never seen me crying ever since..."
I wanted to stop my tears, but my chest wanted to let this thing out. I can't take it anymore. Instead of controlling my emotions, my emotions is now the superior.
In front of Mr. Hunderson, I can control these freaking tears, but on him...
Raven slowly raised his hand to touch my cheek but I moved away.
"Please... don't guilt tripping me. I really felt guilty for what I did. I put myself on danger again. But please don't me think like what I did is intentional, irrational, and stupid...because I know I am... I know it was my fault, but please...please don't make me... don't make me feel like I'm losing you, too... Don't be a robot that only does his obligations,"