For a moment, when I woke up, I didnât know where I was, or what time it was. I gritted my teeth against the pain and straightened up, blanching. I realized I was in my own room.
âSam are you, alright?â Chloe asked. Seeing her stunned me. She looked worried and said, âYou know, youâre brother is soooo cuteâI mean, really! When he was asking me what happened to you, I almost fainted! Not because I didnât know what to say, but I was so nervous that he was looking at me with those lovely eyes!â She shrieked and giggled. âOh my God, Sammy! I should always come visit you here!â She paused. âBy the way, how are you feelinâ?â
âMy bodyâs aching. My backâŠmy upper body actually.â
She looked really troubled now. âTasuki was high⊠He was drunk too.â
âSo thatâs him?â I gave her a quizzical look. âWay too friendly, I guess.â
Chloe sighed and then chuckled softly. âWhen we saw you two, you were unconscious and I was like âwhat the hell, Tasuki?!â He said he thought you were a guy... Must be because it was dark and you had your short hair ponytailed. He was on drugs, so he must be hallucinating⊠or I donât know. Iâm not into that kind of stuff, so I donât know. That guy really sucks. He was smoking and drinking⊠It was like a suicide. I canât imagine how potent that is.â Her face was suddenly serious. âIâm sorry about this⊠we canât find your glasses tooâŠâ
âIâm goodâŠbut who do you mean by âweâ?â
âCharles and me. And a maid.â
âWhat?! Oh no! He saw me⊠Charles saw me in that conditionâŠâ
âHe was really worried, he even pulled Tasuki away from you and gave him a good punch. Well, your mouth was bleeding⊠and the room was a mess so⊠yeah.â
âWhat?! He did that?! I donât know how to face him nowâŠand that TasukiâŠIâm so embarrassed⊠What will I do Chloe?! NoâŠâ
âWhy are you embarrassed? Tasuki should be the one. But I doubt that⊠he is not that kind of guy anywayâŠâ
Chloe went home pretty late. She was really worried. I could feel and see that. It really feels great when someoneâs feeling that way for you when you know youâre not okay. She told me she prefers to be called Ichigo, since calling her Chloe was too formal for someone she treats as a close friend. Friend. I finally had someone I can call a friend. She was like a big sister.
And Charles⊠he punched his best friend for me.
I was happy that I forgot the pain I was feeling physically. I had no bruises too. When I asked Ichigo how come she knew where I live and my number she just said she learned it from Chelsea. She said they looked it up on my contact information. Of course they could that, why did I forget about it?
The Sunday morning was burning up. I thought it would rain today like yesterday. My upper body was still aching. I slept on my side with both my arms down like a log. I couldnât move easilyâ that the pain kept me awake whenever I moved.
âWhoâs the guy you were with last night?â Akira asked. He was sitting at the dining table, reading a newspaper.
âHuh?â
âYou were unconscious last night,â he said as he sipped on his coffee. âA man in a suit and sunglasses carried you.â
âOh really? âŠHmm, I felt dizzy and fainted⊠â I said, clearing my throat.
âYour friend said you lost your glasses tooâŠâ
âYeah⊠But Iâm not sure why I can see clearly now. Maybe itâs finally corrected... Iâm farsighted after all...â
âBut you didnât answer my question. Hmm?â
âWhat isâyou mean the guy? The guy must be Tasukiâs driver⊠I donât know him but he is a friend of Ichigo.â
âTasuki?â His eyes suddenly widened. âI see.â Then he stood up. âIâll stay at the office tonight.â
âWhat?! No!â I said, grabbing a part of his shirt.
âWhy?â he asked, giving me a puzzled look.
âYou canât leave me here!â I said, starting to raise my voice. âI mean, how about dinner? Is dad coming home? Where is he anyway?â
âDadâs busy with a case. Just order anything you want.â He brushed off my hand.
I stared blankly at him as he walked towards the stairs. He glanced at me for a moment, turned, and came closer to me. âAre you sick?â he asked, putting the back of his palm to my forehead. âHow are you feeling?â When I looked at him and met his eyes, he instantly removed his hand, paused and then flicked a finger to my head. I automatically touched that part in pain. âJust keep resting. Are you in pain or something? Youâre not taking care of yourself. Youâre always making me worriedâŠâ Then he went upstairs.
Akiraâs clairvoyance always amazes me. It seemed that he knew everything I had been going through. It might just be hunches but, it was always a home run. It was like we were talking through gestures and simple glances. He knew me really well.
It was almost six in the afternoon when the phone rang. It was Akito. He sound delighted when I asked him when he would be back, and he said maybe next week. Akira was gone and I was alone in the house.
I sat back in the sofa, dazed. Breathed loudly and exhaled slowly. Turned the television on, volume up. Why is this happening now? I was panicking, that every sound I hear awakened my imagination. I could feel my head thumping; I could hear my heart banging even with the television so loud. âDammit!â My body was still aching in pain, and I could feel the weight of my body. I felt tired. I turned off the TV, went upstairs and fell into sleep.
Before I could open my eyes, I could guess it was still evening, or two, three, four in the morning. It was still dark. I was half awake. A little light permeating must have been from the street light. I could feel the wind, maybe I had forgotten to close the glass door on my roomâs patio.
When I finally opened my eyes, they broadened at the sight of a girl standing near the doorâI could see her long black hair and her white dress. I gasped in shock, slid myself in horror and fell on the other side of the bed. âShit!â I cursed and it was the first time. It was gone before I knew it. I was hyperventilating, blinking myself to reality. I was not dreaming. I was sweating. Jaw still dropped, I gulped, thinking what just happened. Hairs at the back of my neck rose suddenly, and this time I could feel a presence behind my back. I screamed, ran and tripped.
Face on the floor, I heard a whimper. âStop this!â I shrieked. My head started hurting, I could feel the nagging of my body. I sat, leaned my back on the wall behind me. The sobbing started to get louder, like it was getting nearer. I capped my ears and shut my eyes, âStop it!â I started crying, weeping, heart pounding, breathing loudly. And then it was gone. I opened my eyes, and saw a silhouette of a man on the terrace and then he intruded. Before I realized, I ran to him, embracing him tightly. I cried onto his arms. Relieved, yet I was scaredâŠbut I didnât care. Whoever he was, whatever he was. Good or bad.
He saved me.Â