After staying still like a paralyzed idiot, Simon paced about the room when he gained back his composure. He didn't know why he feels happy that his baby girl said sorry to him.
Or maybe he knows.
Maybe because for all of the tragedy he's been into all his life, all he needed is a single sorry.
'Pathetic'
He stopped walking. Yes. That's right, that's so pathetic of him. Why would he even feel happy because of a mere sorry?
'You should punish her and show her, her place. Not be happy because of a sorry for the wounds that she inflicted.' The voice added.
Right.
'Go, punish her.' The rough voice continued. Yes. That's what he should do.
He nodded and he walked to the bathroom, ready to barge in but a new voice said, 'No!'
His steps halted. He's confused. Why there's another voice?
'Don't do anything that you will regret later on.' The soft voice said that sounded so sweet and nice.
'Why he would? He's the boss here, he can do anything he wants.' The rough voice said. The voice that advised him all his life. The voice that he always obeys.
'But he didn't want to punish her.' The soft voice then retaliated.
'Yes, he did. No one is to disrespect him in this house.' The rough voice argued.
'No, didn't.'
'Yes, he did.'
'No!'
'YES!'
The words jumbled on his mind and the voices mixed that made him covered his ears to make it stop. 'Quiet! Quiet! Quiet!' He mumbled in the air as he didn't find his voice in his head.
"Hey, are you okay?"
That's all it takes for the voices to stop. He too is stoned in his spot. Aurelia looked at him in concern, fresh from the bathroom.
"Are you okay? Did your wounds hurt?" She asked and step closer to look at him properly. He gulped, he can smell her sweet scent but a little like his own because of the shower gel.
"Where does it hurt?" She inspected him and look around his bleeding body parts. She looked up at him after with those guilty eyes.
"Uh, is it...okay if I clean your wounds for you?' She asked again and he just nodded, didn't know what to say. She guided him to sit on the bed.
"Surely you have a first-aid kit in here, where is it?" He just pointed the upper case of his dresser to answer and Aurelia quietly nodded and search for it. The whole time he's just staring at her confused.
Why?
Why is she doing this?
'Of course, to gain your sympathy. She's just playing with you.' The rough voice then said after the silence in his mind that Aurelia brought. His heart dropped at the sudden realization.
'Of course not, she looks genuinely concerned about you.' Then the soft voice again argued and that's all he needed to ignore the other voice's warning and just continue his foolishness. He grinned to himself, happy.
Someone's concern for me.
While looking for the first-aid kit, I asked myself why?
Why I am doing this?
I should not do this. He's the one who kidnapped me and the one who's torturing me. He's crazy and at any moment he can just grab my neck and snap it as he like.
Damn, why I am doing this really.
But when I turned around and saw his smiling face, I think I know why.
Because even if he's a psycho and has twisted logic, he's still a human being.
And who I am to just ignore his pain?
Even if I lose myself in that room below and just killed someone, I can still feel the humanity in me.
We all make mistakes.
I walk towards him and without speaking, lift his shirt to clean his stab wound in his chest.
Wow. I can't believe that he survived my attack. It just barely a miss.
While cleaning the wound, the crazy doctor just stared at me. We remain silent the whole time. Sometimes when I look up I will see him smiling by himself and I would sneakily smile too.
I don't know why but it's just so cute when he's avoiding my gaze while smiling like that.
He looks like a teenager when he does that.
"How old are you?" Trying to break the silence between us, I asked. I looked up at him and met his gaze, his hypnotizing hazel eyes.
"32" He answered. I nodded and wait for him to ask because he opened his mouth but he closed it immediately. I eyed him, confused.
"Well, I'm 23," I said nonetheless and he looked at me then smiled. If I don't experience firsthand how crazy he is I will assume that he is now shy having a conversation with me.
"Do you finish your studies?" I don't know what to ask so I just said aloud what first came to my mind. He nodded, now looking down. He's acting weird.
"Oh, then are you truly a doctor?" I continue to ask and he again just nodded his head. As cute as he looks now, it's starting to get frustrating. Why would he just nod his head as an answer?
Is he seriously shy right now?
"Then what are your major?" I tried again. Now he can't answer that with just a nod. He looked up, not meeting my gaze but looks like thinking.
Why oh why, why it's so cute?
"Philosophy" After a while he finally answered. I arched a brow.
"Who would take philosophy as a major?" I commented and shakes my head. That's so boring.
"Me." He said and I laughed.
"Yeah, you of course." Agreeing with his answer, I focused on his lower body parts that are injured. I noticed that not even once he flinched nor hissed while I'm cleaning and patching up his wounds.
"What about you?" For the first time, he asked. I'm surprised at the sudden question that I just let it float in the air unanswered. After minutes of silence, I sighed.
"I actually...didn't finish my studies." Shrugging my shoulders I stand up to put back the first-aid kit in its right place.
"Why?" Now, he's the one bombarding questions huh?
"I think you already know why," I said, looking back at him, indicating that he may know all the information about me because he investigated. He stands up and walks closer to me.
"I don't know," He stopped when our faces are just an inch far from one another. "Why?" He asked again. Probably wants to hear the answer from my own mouth.
"Why?" Tucking my hair in my ears, he asked yet again. "Is it that hard to admit that, that man below is not your first kill?" He whispered and I feel every single hair in my body stands on end. "That you already killed someone before." He stepped impossibly closer to me that I can't help but panic that he's hearing my wildly beating heart. "That you spend your late teen years in jail instead of finishing college?" He added and I'm verge of crying when I pushed him away.
"Stop!" Covering my ears, I shouted. He laughed and hold my hands away from my ears. He smirked.
"Why are you so worked up about it? I already killed a dozen when I'm at that age." He said sweetly and I can't believe what he just said.
"W-what?" He chuckled at my expression and shakes his head.
"Yes, you heard it right, I did." He confirmed and taking another step towards me, he brings down his face to level my height. "The only difference is that I did it for justice while you," He stopped and smirk. It's scary how his expression change so quickly. He stared at me with obvious hate. "You did it for entertainment." He said, sneering at me in the process. I'm left dumbfounded.
What? Is he serious right now?