Chapter Two

I woke up feeling a little bit off because of yesterday's interaction with Mr. Miller. I don’t want to go out and bump with him again. The weather feels gloomy today, the fog covered the whole front yard and I hardly saw anything. I planned my day ahead, first I will clean my closet, my books, the whole house, and cook my food. As I cleaned my room there’s a lot of boxes everywhere. I thought of opening all the boxes to arrange them. The boxes contained more clothes, more books, and supplies. Luckily I found a box of vegetable seeds, flower seeds, and even fruit bearing seeds. Still in awe that I have electricity and even appliances in here.

“Father really prepared this all,” happy and a bit sad saying those words.

After arranging all the things that can be arranged, I proceed in preparing my food. Today I’ll be eating noodles with some veggies. I began chopping all the ingredients, preparing the pan and stove, and in less than ten minutes, I finished cooking my food perfect for the gloomy weather, I sat near the place where I could see the happenings outside my house, my favorite spot of my house. Finishing my food a loud burp, after I wash my dishes the comfy bed calls me for a short nap and that’s what I did. I took a nap until the dark and light fight. I just did a quick bath and proceeded to the kitchen to cook my dinner but before I open my cabinet a loud thunder strike that made shriek in fear, I hide under the table until the thunder and lightning disappear and replaced by a loud pouring of rain but I heard a loud knock equalizing the loud noise of the rain. I was hesitant to open the door but my kind and conscience keep on talking in my mind, I opened the door in my surprise Mr. Miller was in front of my doorstep soaked in the rain. I grab his hand and pull him inside my house. I tossed a bath towel to him to dry himself, the waters dripping all over my mat.

“What do you want?"I ask without emotion.

He’s still drying his damp hair, his physique can pass as a Greek god. Green and brooding eyes, thick brows, massive body, towering over me. I mentally slap myself,why am I thinking about his physical appearance like I like the whole part of him, like my heart flutters because of his presence? If he can read my mind I would totally disappear from everyone’s eyes. Out of embarrassment I walk across the living to the kitchen. 

“Here’s your towel you handed out to me,” with a smile on his face. While a little boy tailed me, and sat in one of my kitchen chairs.

“Just put that in the basket in the corner.” I said in a monotone voice. He lazily obliged.

I faced him when I heard the chair being dragged again

“ For the second time around, what do you want from me!” I asked him intently. Tapping his lower lips while he intensely looked at me like I did something wrong, he then smiled widely showing his perfect teeth and his to deep dimples.

“So your father didn’t formally introduce me,” He greeted his teeth as he faced me, I felt a pang inside my chest. So he knew my father, why does he know my father? I opened my mouth to finally speak my mind but he stood up and walked towards my small door.

“Find all the clues on your things, you will know who I am in your life,” He said before he shut the door and walked away.

I was stunned by the words he uttered. I have a lot of questions in my mind right now, I can’t think straight, I feel like my father betrayed me, kept important things from me, I feel like a part of my life is missing, especially the part about my mother. Droplets of water running down my face, silently I cried all the sorrowful events in my life. The pain is taking a toll on my heart, I don't want to be that girl again, who wants to end her life just to end the pain I’m feeling.

Instead of crying and lonely, I stood up harshly wiping the tears in my face, thinking that Mr. Miller is right, I cant’ find answers to my questions in just sitting being lonely. I gathered all the books that father packed, I scattered all the books, albums, and even my box of letters finding any clues, but the pile of books giving me headache, I don’t know how to start or even where should I start, I don’t know what clues I’m searching, this whole mess and Mr. Miller giving me headache big time. But I need to know everything so that become whole. My fully cleaned living room turned into a garbage landfill, slowly I want to give up but something is pulling me to get a book, I pulled one book in the pile of books, memories hurriedly flashing in my mind, the book I’m holding is my favorite book, my father always read this book whenever I’m lonely, happy, and excited. As I flip the pages of the the memories of my dad reciting and reciprocating the action in the book. That scene made me smiled bitterly, I miss the times where don’t have any problems, where father always buy me books, sing for me every night, and read books loudly. 

I’m at the end of the book when I noticed something, scribbles of letters and words are visible in the last page, I got up and find a pen and a paper, I sat down and flip the pages until I reach the first page, I can’t believe it there are scribbles write down the key words in every pages, hoping that it might help me building my life. The key words that I got are “Book #1- birthday, Photo Album #6- highlighted me, Book #7- Look closely, Photo- the answer to all your doubts” my head hurts reading these clues a lot of books have a lot of number 1, 6, and 7 in it. But before I find the clues, I arrange all my books according to its indicated number, photo albums and even the box of letters I didn’t read. I spent a lot of hours debating with myself before arranging all the books. I only stopped when I felt my stomach growling.

I stood up and left all the stuff in their places and cooked my meal, while I rested and waited for my meal to be cooked, my eyes flew to the boxes of letters separated from the books, photo albums, and other stuff. My eyes fixated in the box like it's calling me and waiting to be read one by one. When I was about to got up and read each letter, I was startled by the sound of a whistle coming from the cooked meal. I went to my favorite spot in the living room beside the window, zoning out while eating is the best way to relieve my stress in all the stress I felt looking for clues. After I finished my meal, washed my body, and dozed off to bed.

The next morning, I got up to make coffee, wanting to clean the front yard, plant some vegetable seeds and flower seeds. Not minding the books scattered all over the living room. I got my coffee, tools that I needed, and the seeds. Feeling ecstatic in planting things. I began digging plots for my vegetables, not minding the things around me. Sweaty and tired when someone grabbed the tiny shovel in my hand. Mr. Miller continued what I was doing, I was ready to leave him and find another job but he gently grabbed my hands pulling me towards the shade of the tree.

“Don’t beat yourself up, I will help you, okay?” he said sweetly. My heart suddenly beats like it wants to get out of my ribcage. I just nodded and he smiled. I only realized what I did when he left to continue what he's doing, I realized that I look like a submissive kitten to his master. I hate this feeling!

I ran in an instant inside my house not glancing at him, the second hand embarrassment I felt after it made my cheeks turn red. I don't want to be rude to him, so I just prepared snacks and a strawberry tea as a partner. I went out with the tray in my hands, finding him in the shade of the tree topless the sweat trickling down his body, his damn hair swaying every time the wind blew. I restrained myself, drooling over him. I walked straight and put a straight face, placed the tray on the table under the tree without looking at him.

“Smile please, I want to see you smile often.” he said matter of factly, every word coming out from him is like a sweet melody in my heart it makes my heart flutter so much that it hurts. In an instant I smiled like an idiot, he smiled too and sip the strawberry drink I made. 

“This is super sweet, sweet like you love” he smirked. Dumbfounded when he called me love, but my hand automatically landed on his face and I ran inside the house without glancing at him. I heard a loud bark of laughter before I slammed the door and went into the shower wanting to remove all the germs I got from that maniac person. After the shower and because of tiredness I easily fell asleep. 

In between sleepily and awake, I dreamed of a girl walking down the aisle covered with red rose petals with a touch of lavender flowers makes the whole place fragrant and aesthetically beautiful with a lot of werewolves surrounding them with tuxedos and elegant dresses, a loud howl of wolves can be heard when the bride walking slowly in the aisle until she reached the center, when suddenly a lot of intruders wrecked the whole place the visitors became wild werewolves. The bride felt a pang in her chest and an arrow pierced through her chest, her white long dress became maroon. She looked at his groom struggling to come closer and held her but her sight went black.

I hurriedly rose from my bed catching my breath, my heart beats wildly, beads of sweat trickle down my forehead. Unable to speak, the dreams felt real, I felt the arrow in my chest. What was that dream all about? Even if it's unlikely to dream about something like that I just shrugged and continued sleeping.