Chics before Dics 2

Amira's Pov

The day has passed rather fast just by me spending it idling on the sofa with my legs raised on the armrest, after eating the pizza I ordered for myself. Sleeping this long still didn't give me enough energy that I feel like I still need to continue it through the night.

I guess dreaming nonstop about running away from something I can't even see in an eerie part of the unfamiliar woods explains it.

I yawned hard and stretched my limbs to counter the numbness of my lower body. Once the pain subsided, I planned to sleep again not until I heard a car stop by in front of the shop.

I lazily went towards the window and peeked down, only to see the same sleek piano-black car get opened by a tall man wearing black suits and the same guy whom I thought was a mere dream got out of the car.

The sun was just about to set after showing up late in the afternoon when the grey clouds have finally cleared the skies. I'm thankful the bad weather didn't turn to worse but sometimes heavy rains has it's benefits especially when we live in a corner of the busy streets.

Cleans out the air and makes it easier to sleep comfortably at night.

My heart skipped a beat seeing how the suspicious stranger treat my best friend by going all the way to the farther side to open the door. She immediately thanked him and they approached the main door side by side.

I had to quickly turn the tv off and dragged my uncooperative legs to my bedroom across the kitchen. Mainly because I still don't know how to react whenever he's near due to what happened last night at the hotel.

I don't even remember anything else and how I managed to get home so I'm assuming he probably drugged me at the elevator, that's why I started hallucinating or else nothing would make sense.

Truth be told, it's even weirder that he came home early in the morning for a date. Like who does that? He's s shady guy and that would only mean he's active at night and should've been dormant at daytime.

It's like he doesn't sleep. So many questions, no chance to get answers.

I shook my head and undressed a pair of jerseys to refresh my mind. I threw them on the rubber basket near the bathroom door and took a big towel from the small, wooden drawer on the corner wall and placed it on top so that I don't have to get the floor wet later.

I took my time inside to check every inch of my body for any signs of abuse but nothing seems out of ordinary except the fact that my leg muscles are still very much sore and heavy.

I struggled a bit at washing every inch using a soft mesh towel and rinsed everything thoroughly. The slightly cold water feels good so I stayed under the shower for a few more minutes.

Afterwards I dried my hair using the towel hanging on the corner sink and brushed my teeth longer than I usually do, just to widen the possibility of avoiding Lara and her visitor without having to explain why.

Once I'm finished blowing my hair dry I wrapped the towel around my body and left the bathroom to dry as well by leaving the small window atop the sink ajar.

More or less an hour has passed and I heard the unwanted visitor's fancy car has already left so I thought I'll be able to sleep in peace. Luckily Lara had chosen to give me some space because I would probably end up ruining her mood.

I changed from my usual pair of cotton pajamas to a hip-long, white t-shirt just to make myself comfortable from the humidified heat that even the tall electric fan can't beat.

If only the air-con survived the summer, I wouldn't have to sleep with open windows and suffer getting bit by different mosquitoes every night despite the existence of a cheap insect repellent near my bed.

I sighed in defeat and forced myself to sleep. However, at the middle of the night, I felt the need to get myself a drink so I left my room as sneakily as possible, to prevent waking my roommate up.

"What are you doing?"

I choked upon hearing a male voice and worse, seeing him in literal flesh like he's the owner of the house.

To be continued…