Chapter 2

I never know what it's like inside a prison. Never have I ever thought I would end up there as I was standing, shocked, watching his lifeless body. I never know who he was. I felt the hammer slipping from my hand and I let it tumble on the floor.

Shit.

I am going to jail.

How could I kill someone? I didn't know anything anymore. It's like my life suddenly takes its twists and turns and now everything is terrible. I am terrible. Never in my life, have I thought of hurting someone.

His body was still there bleeding and I need to find out who it was. I crouch beside his dead body and turn his face with my both hands.

Shit.

It's him.

I fell on my back on the floor, sobbing like a three-year-old. God, I want to die. Just seeing his face like that reminds me of Philip as I held his hands in the hospital room. But I need to be strong right now. I need to be strong. I have to face the consequences of what I did.

I have to call the police and tell them what I remember. My eyes landed on the cell phone that was in my bag. I dialed 911 but before someone answers, I heard someone breathing. There's no one here so maybe it's just me and my imagination.

I sat down beside Mr. Arrogant's dead body, the phone in my right ear. I was still waiting but it went to dial tone. I tried again, but this time it was completely gone.

What is happening here?

I stood and walk to my bed to grab my blanket. My white blanket covered his head to his knees. Thank God, I wouldn't have to see his other stuff.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do it. It's just that..." I said between sobs and I knew I had to drink a glass of water. So I headed to the kitchen and grab one. I am planning on just going to the police station to report it.

When I went back to my bedroom, he was gone. I looked at the bathroom and the blood was already gone like magic. Is my mind just playing tricks on me, or am I a lunatic?

Maybe, I don't need to go to jail, but to a mental institute instead. I smiled at myself while biting my nail. I can't fight the feeling of happiness that it was just all in my head so I laughed hard. I laughed as if my life depended on it until I was shaking and rolling on the floor.

Oh, when did I last feel this happy?

I sighed and got up on the floor. My face showed horror and fear as I look at him. He was standing at the bathroom door, leaning on its frame while crossing his arms. My towel covers his lower part exposing the muscles of his abs and the curved lines of his pelvis - which reminds me of how Philips would look if he was naked in front of my eyes.

Wait. Stop thinking!

"What? You're real?" I asked him and he just nod at me. I was speechless and at the same time frozen in place as I stare at him, head still oozing blood.

"After the goodness I did for you, you're going to repay me with a hammer on the head. Not a good one, Emma," he said in a mocking tone as he walks closer to me.

"You're dead."

"Or not... Since I am standing here and having a conversation with you." His face looks irritated and I flinched when he points at me.

"You'll need to pay me for this," he said pointing at his smashed head. I wanted to puke with just one look at him.

"What are you?" I asked once again but he seems to ignore whatever I asked.

"Oh, by the way, I already cooked breakfast. I'm starving. Let's go," he ordered, but I'm still frozen in place. Unable to describe what I'm seeing right now.

Was he playing pranks on me? Why is he at my house?

I watched as he was whistling, while he pours coffee on a mug for two. Slipping the mug from the other side of the table to mine. The omelet with grated cheese looked appetizing, but with the stench smell of his dried blood and the scalp that was badly beaten I can see his skull and brain, it was so disgusting that it made me want to barf my lunch yesterday.

"Eat this," he said, sliding me a plate full of omelet and cheese.

I shook my head and push the plate away, then my stomach does this churning and the next thing I knew was I'm making my way towards the sink to deposit all my lunch and dinner from yesterday.

"Oh... You can't stand the presence of an injured man." I looked at him and I sobbed.

"Will you just please leave me alone? Please!" I screamed, but he doesn't make a move and instead sat down and started digging into his food. This is impossible. Does he think he could just do stuff here like this is his own house? He's a freaking lunatic and I need him gone.

"Uhm... no. Sorry. I can't leave. I've nowhere to go," he said while chewing food in his mouth.

"You need to go to the hospital. You're still bleeding. And I'll pay for everything even if it's all your fault anyway." I watched him gulp his coffee, then he looked at me. Staring at me with his blue orbs.

Why do I feel like I'm looking at Philip? He can't be him. Stop imagining impossible things. He's gone and he will never be back.

"No need. I can fix this myself. Watch," he told me, then he leans on the chair and closes his eyes. I saw him concentrating then he smiled at me. A creepy, evil smile and I had to cover myself with my arms because a shiver runs through my skin.

"Okay, I got this," he said once more before his fingers reached for the injured head. I stared at the damage, moving closer to him.

I can't believe what I saw. The veins connected and the flesh stuck with the flesh until it healed. It became a scar and with one last touch, the scar disappeared.

I flinched when he pulled me to his lap. "What?" he asked and I move away from him when I realized he was still wearing a towel and I'm wearing a tank and panties. God, I'm such a reckless bitch sometimes. I forgot to put my clothes on. But I didn't care at all, because what I saw was something else.

"How did you do that? That is impossible. What are you?" I asked and he laughed at me. A laugh that could make the angels sleep. It's like church bells ringing, calling out to me.

"Wow," I said, amazed and at the same time shocked. "Are you a magician?"

He puts his finger on his chin, rubbing it like he's thinking before he answered, "I--I think so?"

"I just killed you. I know what I did."

"I know, but I'm not one easy to kill," he winked at me and scurried off to my bedroom.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Changing," he stopped to look back at me and I stop in my tracks. "Wanna go change with me?" He gave me a sexy smile, waiting for my answer.

"Ah... No," I said before heading back to the kitchen.

What the hell was this magician with a face like my dead boyfriend doing at my house?

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