I sighed...
They both flinched.
My stomach growled.
They both looked at me...
I covered my head with my hand... It's not that I'm embarrassed... I just don't want to hear what they're going to say next... Another sigh escaped my lips... haha... I'm hungry... But... What am I gonna do? I'm not allowed to eat at home... My allowance's lower than a water bottle's price... I'm totally broke... Totally broken...
" Just give me a break..." I muttered... She pulled my hair and asked:
" Baby, what did you just say?"
" GIVE ME A BREAK!" I snapped... Standing up and started running towards the exit... But was pushed back by Ralph who ran after me and easily matched, no, surpassed my pace... I was sent flying backward... What a lightweight for a man's body...
" Fia, what are you doing? Isn't it obvious that he's hungry? You dropped the food you bought for him, are you planning on making him eat it?" Ralph continued asking. I'm sure he's persuading her to leave... She glared at us as I stand up and face Ralph... I'm still planning on leaving though. She stood up and walked past us... Slamming the door close.
" Don't leave me." She left out a whisper that echoed in my head, I know it's directed towards me...I felt a strong possessiveness in her words... She's not pleading... She's ordering me... But even if I try to leave and escape... I just knew I couldn't... Just how pathetic can I get?!
" Well, that was fun." Said Ralph, fully satisfied but taking it back when he realized I was still there. " Ah! Just joking, just joking...". Extending his hand towards me...
" Hey, don't be like that, If someone offered their hand to help you, you should just accept and be grateful. " Saying so proudly with that indecent mouth... How shameless... " Thinking about mean things aren't we, Jack?"
I gulped... The way he looks at me... Is he criticizing livestock?... How can a 17 years old highschooler have that kind of eyes?
" Hey, you're pretty transparent, you know? One look at you and I can tell what you're thinking in a glance... "
" ... You're just sharp... "
" Oh. " He stood straight and continues staring at me, as though he was trying to find something... Our eyes met, and I can find suspicions hiding within them. " You say that, but you're pretty sharp yourself, those glaring eyes tell me you found out something about me. Show your true colors again. She's not here, is she? " He added.
My true colors...? My true self...? I don't have anything like that...
" Hey, don't look at me like that, do you really not know about the locked room mystery that was uncoded ten days ago? Dude, stop pretending." He said, swinging my ID card, the one I lost a week ago...
That was... That mystery that I solved ten days ago happened the day after that... It was a top-secret... The only ones who would be able to know are the ' Mists' group, the deceased victims, and the...
" Perpetrators..." I muttered.
" Heh."
I faced his way... What was he snickering at...?
" Hey, lemme ask you something. " He said as I stood up and look through the first aid kit, putting an ointment on my burned back that was hurting since yesterday.
" What...? " I asked. He could have just asked already on the get-go.
" Why do you think killing with MO is fun for a criminal?"
"... What can I gain... From answering? " I asked. Those aren't the words you hear every day... But the way he asked was like ' Yo, was last night's game fun?!' a tone of a casual and friendly question...
" Depends, I might like it, I might hate it. "
He shrugged...
" ...Those who are criminals for fun think of it like seasons. While those psychotic criminals like it... For the fun of being found out and chased... Thinking of it as 'exciting' " I answered...
" Whoa... bloody hell. You... Who are you? "
"? Jack White...?"
I answered as my mind started to go at it again. I slumped myself in the bed. It hurts... My head hurts.
" You're no fun, you could've just answered that you're a part of 'Mists', aren't you?" He asked, reassuring... He knew something...
I stayed quiet... I can feel it... Someone's at the door, it's giving me chills all over... She's here...
" Well, don't answer if you can't. What do you want for your reward?"
" Reward...?"
" Yeah, you answered it like a pro that it gives me more proof to concrete my conclusion."
Is he... Am I dog he wants to give a treat of after being a good boy...?