16 Chapter 14

Midnight 12, yes! It was Midnight 12, when I woke from my bedroom and currently I'm sneaking away in the lobby of kitchen, it is not that I want to mulls anything about the previous act, but again,

In this farm house, I had been a lonesome irked woman, despise it's getting three days to live in a house arrest , I preferred to call him K , as I don't know that what are we ? We hadn't get over a first name basis, so better I should stick with K!

I checked the top floor of this tiny Farm house, and he had a secret room for him at the top, he is Practically smoking drugs and working all late night , why did he is injecting too much drugs in him? Did he want to die a younger cut life? May be if he want , I could just watch him die ,

He didn't smoke or use weeds.....he just inject drugs, making his existence as a bare human , a new creature crawling from a pit....I had checked upon him, the kitchen seemed to be barely touched, as every item was in its own place , I didn't mind, because being a house keeper, one knows how to tidy a kitchen platform, so it's 12, and I m eating this pie!! Great, but then I felt some soft hot breeze blowing over my collarbone area, and then felt the two tight strong hands capturing my tiny waist , I was erred but then again his tilted head was placed over my shoulders,

"Miss Lockhart? Eating a Pie.....being a thief and then..." His voice was chilled , and I couldn't help myself but he was under my blanket with me, and what about his things, "Don't touch this, don't have this !!"

"How even do you manage yourself to get inside my cover..." I asked while turning myself and to just meet with his hazel pair eyes, we both are still under my duvet, note the word , my!!, I am catching my breath, because I dunno ! When it would get choked, he looked into my eyes, like he was about to start something, and then he turned out, he left me by his hands, now he don't want to hold my hands, that rigidly , which he was holding a back ago,

"I need an answer....it's not a telefilm or a serial! What did you mean by Calling yourself DCMC, what is this organization ...who are you Mr. K!! you are a senator's son ? Really or you a drug-addict , this is either going to be happened this way or I don't know...." I threatened him , in almost scurrying way. And his strides stopped.

He only turned back to look at me. And now he had that bloodshot eyes, now I m stuttering with fear, might could eat me up already, I hate to afraid, to find my self timid, he might be a giant but I m not a frowning doll, now he seemed to somehow moulded, I don't now how but we left the kitchen , while I hadn't even munched on my pie, damn his James bond like style.

"Go ahead just leave and you think I don't know, Valentina, what are you doing behind my back, you are writing a criminal analysis of me, how dare you, you are ...you are just a bitch , which is out of control. And literary I don't care about you , even if you got stabbed , if you got murdered, we shouldn't be seeing each other, I m going to set you free,

I had seized your phone but now I will reimbursed it , take your phone because you are just, "incredulous" and for sure, I won't tell you , for whom I did work , it's not a game or chase, and if I m a criminal , then also it's fucking my crime.... What if I take drugs? What's the matter with it ! I guess , I m an adult ...listen to me , with this very specific time....that I don't need ears to follow your unspoken thoughts....I guess this is clear...."

He left me gob smacked, I was standing there , like a ghost as he climbed upstairs, where he had a burrow for himself, I can spot an Orion outside the window grills but closing the window, I stared down at the wooden floor , how did he knew , that I m writing a criminal analysis of him?

But, again he said, He "don't need ears to follow my unspoken thoughts",

I m giving a remittance for my thoughts, the things which are beyond my surprising vibes, I slowly marched to the upstairs, and I saw that his door was half -opened, and he was muttering someone over the phone,

" just 26, days ! Yeah.....for the trial ...I know it's just , there would be no processions, Not a month ! It may be slightly devastating for myself also,....I m still typing them a lots of letters, He had to be killed ...Yes ! On 14 th October...."

K , was speaking over the phone, but again , who is going to be killed, what is about trials and 26 days....I don't think it's very obvious, but whoever is ordering him, he is following the man as if he had subpoenaed him to execute this secretive work,

"And, that's why I don't tell ...." I almost tripped from the edgy corner of the upstairs, but his hands blanketed my waist and instead of falling back , I stumbled upon him.

"How...h.." How the hell? He made me stupor , he and his sneaking ways....

"Don't blame me, that how I had this power of telepathy, but Miss. Lockhart, you are for sure an ignition, much passion I guess for working, eavesdropping every where.....your tiny skull got a little brainier !! " And he laughed a little, for second time he gave me a genuine smile, and that somehow relaxed me , I don't know how But I felt! Relaxed ...he was not selfish , hell! He had never been selfish, he had just shut the world,

"I guess....we should have our conversation right over somewhere else, it's not an ideal place after all, what about the upper rooftop, over the chimneys.....I think I could melt a marshmallow and a cup of tea, as I got to know ...you hadn't ate that pie....just wait or if you want to follow, you could gave me an assist !" He raised his brow and I followed him like a lost puppy , I won't describe that how masters he got in cooking but definitely he had earned this culinary skills from a rigorous practice, he had that swat in him,

He was using the natural raw dried spices and big cardamom , some orange juice and a small teaspoon from honey, black cloves and some spices, which were alien to me.

"This is an Ethiopian mixed tea, I mean , once I had been to Ethiopia, and I get prepared to have this tea, here sip this..." He allowed me to grab a cup from him, but I refrained,

"We should have this on your supposed rooftop, I mean chimney rooftop, if you can lead me..." I told him, because he had already plug the spark to my taste buds with this awesome tea, but I want to relay my tongue with this flagrance over the roof,

"Let's get into the top, then here have my hands, because his way is only inside to my room, so he is leading to his not supposed to be entered room, my feet stopped while he had half made him in his room,

" why are you standing there, don't you want to see the rooftop, come "

"But, you bewared me to even enter in your room, may be I would be again tagged by , "I was invading your personal property , ....or whatever shit you always like to carry, " I mimicked in his own tone, to which he hesitate a little and then after a small grunting he waved his hands towards me , signalling that I could really join him,

I can't tell everybody, but I was just very much excited, I was surprise no, not all hell, I was amazed and zeal , when I discovered his room, the room was a small dorm , which had his study desk with a typical study lamp, the drug injections, which again bothered me to pity him,

the walls were all filled with somberness , while there was again a small opening over the ceiling like it had been cut out from a parallelogram piece of cardboard, the sloppy one, and closed with a huge top glass window, it was a slate roofer , which I think would be going to chimney rooftop,

"How we gonna, climb there....?" I asked , are we going to flung like a superman , No! I m not an acrobat my answer shoots out of my mouth and he tilted his head to me, before he was gritting a pen under beneath his white teeth,

oh ! He was holding a paper that had just been faxed to him, so that right corner had a fax machine, but I pretend not to notice the fine details, but being a crime journalist intern, my cognitive mind just provoked by the doubts, and sceptical nature, I got a sharp memory....

.that was what I can really boast , we had even a small tray of some midnight snacks, and of course, his Ethiopian mixed tea, my god! But I was sure for one thing, that he had been travelled through out the world, and I guess , he had by the way his cooking talent and this farm house, I can't be defiant with his way of management.

"By the ladder ...." His answered make me look again at that gable roof, Not a single chance, I m an acrophobic and I might end with fracturing my both the limbs or even worse.

"Excuse me, I just can't because I had a great phobia of height ! And simply by looking at these walls, I can roughly tell that they are not inch lesser than 11 feet or even one to two feet higher, I may fall ....and I hate my fall ..." I took some backward steps and he just chuckled a little.

"You ....the feisty one had a phobia of height, I mean how .....it's very hard to digest, but then also I could use it as an alternative, to capture you .....good thing ! Exposing your own weakness ....I can salute you, hey! Enough of these teasing, Seriously don't be afraid, just give me your hands, I can even climb several heights, and it's adventurous ...." K was very much confident, and I didn't get a need to protest,

he from his wardrobe pull out a folding ladder and mounted it over the mouth of that huge cut out section at top, and he climbed like a monkey , seriously he was very much fast than I assumed, he definitely is infallible , I mean you can't doubt what other magical powers he got, while telepathy, psychic reading, cooking and then this Climbing swiftly without a fall, for someone as outsider , these skills were ordinary but for me, he was perfect even when he was very much arrogant, irritating and rude, but he was a valiant man without any extra effort to look like the one,

Descending half way back, he called me,

"Aren't you coming, if you are going to stand there like a statue, you would be missing a chance of seeing the full moon and the comet blazers, come now have my hands , but first give me the food tray so I could lift that to the roof top ...come on Miss Lockhart, don't be a spoiler and a grumpy woman, get me that tray..." And he gestured his hands for me to gave him the food tray and he carefully balancing the tray transported above somewhere at stable place, now he cast a look at me, which had encouraging me, and now I seemed that I was not scared of heights, so I tried to gave my hands to his big one,

"Like this, now step up one stick above , yeah....like that, first your left leg ,....hold on! I m here to make you climb" and I followed him and his instructions, but again at some places , I was very nervous and frolic , at sometimes he on purpose try to disturb the ladder from its centre of gravity and laughed humorlessly, to which he earned many killing and murdering glares from me,

I freaked out when finally I made my way to roof top, yet, the slabs were old and it had an old English ceramic roof tiles checkered red, but what captivated me most was the full big moon , glowing all way through the dark sky behind the grey clouds , and some stars,

"Now , you are okay?" His voice broke my thought and I turned myself towards him.

I nodded and gave him a satisfied smile, to which he just obligated,

"After 20 seconds, there would be a comet shower , just wait, while this place is secluded away from any type of hurdles, or traffics, it give me an invincible amount of quality time, it's a long tale for my life , whenever I had a chance to pay a visit , I usually came here no matter, whatever it takes, I just ran my feet and came here, to watch the falling stars, to look at my hyacinths, that's why I had guarded my farming with palisade , " I had never ever seen this side of K! He was not a beast ,

he was not a deceiver and I don't feel any villainous identity of him, he was a simple man, a man with a genuine smile and a man who had a dream of getting reliance, he was not the same scary guy which had popped away from some unknown place or bench, he was the same man,

who had answered the honest lines from the play hamlet, he was the man , to which I can't fall in love but I can feel that he could love anyone, but again , I saw a pang of misery floating within those two Hazel eyes, and that smile crashed to hurt, agony and sardonic wounds, as he hung his head a low.

How I m gonna understand this Man!

K ! Ryan Vaughan...