Getting worse.

Maya was curled up like a ball inside the car. Her body shivered from the cold, and her clothes were wet from the heavy downfall. How could bad things such as this happen to her just in the past two days? 

She didn't wanna think about it, but it kept coming back to her. What happened to the killer anyways? Why did boss Levi cover her eyes at the last moment, and last but definitely not the least...Who was the red- eyed man? 

And why does he feels so familiar to... someone? 

She glanced at her boss who was beside her inside the car. His eyes just looked straight ahead, and he wasn't pressing his phone like he always did. The driver wasn't here, so he was the one driving. His eyes looked hard, and vicious, and empty. 

She didn't know what to say to him, or the last words he had told him before bringing her to the car. But what could she do? It was her fault for running away from the hotel, where it was safe. 

She was just so nervous of being around him, and the way he kissed and looked at her made her feel like she was spiraling away from the Earth's surface. She would glance at him from time to time, and it was as if he was getting even more angrier with every passing second. 

When she finally mustered the courage to open her mouth, he was already parking inside his garage

"Sir I..."

"Shut your trap!" He sneered, and she jumped back. Quickly, she let herself out of the car and ran inside the house before him. She entered the parlor, about to run up the stairs when she stopped in her tracks. There was a man sitting comfortably on the couch, reading a newspaper which covered his face. 

He looked calm, but felt deadly. She suddenly felt like screaming again. 

Who is he?

The man then dropped the newspaper on to his laps, and Maya found herself taking a step back. He was one of the men who had came here the other day, the one with dark hazel eyes. But now that she stared at them, she felt like they held nothing.

Just pure darkness. Like a swirling dark circle that never ended. 

He was also looking at her in an assertive way, and then he smiled showing off his incredibly white teeth " I believe we've met before...Maya" 

How does he knows her name "How do you know uhh, my name?" She asked softly, Taking another step back.

She just didn't like the vibe he gave off, and those eyes were too dark!

"Levi called your name the other day. I heard it" he replied simply.

He didn't look surprised that I was backing away even though he wasn't trying to do anything bad.

"Ah, that's true. I'll be outside if you need me" she said trying to get away from him. Realizing what she said, she quickly added " Please don't need me" 

And then she turned around, about to sprint outside when she ran into what seemed like a wall. Uh-oh. 

"Venom" Levi said as maya stumbled back and landed on her butt. She looked up to see his face, and this time he was glaring even more dangerously than ever 

"Yes?" 

"Upstairs. Now. Or I'll choke you to death" 

She was already upstairs before he finished his threat.  

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Maya's Pov

I had changed my clothes and had soaked my body in warm water and now I was feeling much better.

No matter how much I thought about it, it didn't make sense. 

How could he had found me so fast? Did he follow the sound of the gunshots? But, he couldn't have been there that fast could he? I shook my head, it can't be right. 

The only reasonable explanation was that he had been following me all along. Okay, then what happened to the shooter. Does it has to do with whatever hot sprayed on my face during the face that felt warm? No no no, I don't wanna think about that.

He can't be dead.

What killed him then? I didn't see anything unusual around him, except for the red- eyed man. And he was holding...someone's severed head! Oh God, I think I'm gonna have nightmares. What am I even talking about?

I looked at the window which was already streaming in with sunlight, it was already morning. Then down at the medicine which I was clutching, I hadn't taken another dose since. Too many things had happened to me, and for some reason it keeps getting worse. 

Suddenly, someone knocked on my door. 

"It's Christopher, can I come in?"

"Of course you can" I stood up as he opened the door, pushing a table inside the room. It was filled with plates which were covered up, and there was a drink too. 

"I heard what happened to you. Are you alright?" He asked concerningly 

No i wasn't " I think I am, but I know I'm not. It's been a very long day" I sighed 

"That's why I brought you lots of food to refresh you up. Look at this.." he took off all the covers, revealing different dishes on top most of which I had never seen before, but they were so mouth-watering. But..

"I can't eat this. The boss said I shouldn't touch his food" 

"Well he changed his mind. He had me prepare this for you to cheer you up!" Christopher revealed, And my eyes widened. 

"He did?" I was approaching the food hungrily now. 

"Yeah. And after that you should take you medicine. He would allow you to have your three square meals but he would take it out of your pay for every month" Christopher explained, but I couldn't care less. I get to eat three times a day now!

It seems the day isn't entirely bad! 

I was already on my knees stuffing my face with all the delicious food set out in front of me. It was making me drool even as I ate it and I moaned as I felt like they were melting against my lips. Christopher was watching at first, but when I looked up and gave him a cheesy smile with my mouth still being stuffed, he coughed out a little looking flustered, before he walked out of the room. 

I was soon done, even though I had been wishing it would never end. Then I drank up all the juice, and took my medications. I made sure I was extra careful as I took the plates back to the kitchen, washing up the dishes. 

When I picked up the table and came across the stairs, I began to wonder how he had picked up a table filled with dishes up the stairs to me. Hmm, that's weird. 

I grabbed both sides of the table as I started climbing down the stairs. I know he's watching me because I can feel his presence, if I look up I would see him standing there watching me. But I behaved as if I couldn't see him. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I stopped. 

I ought to thank him for saving me, and for letting me eat from his food. 

When I looked up, he was still there staring back down at me. He had also changed his clothes into another pair of casual shirt and pants, and his hair was looking messy on his head, making me want to walk over and play with it. 

But as usual, his eyes held no emotions. Nothing, just hard. 

I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn't form words at all. Just say thank you! How hard can that he Maya hart! Thank you is as easy as drinking water!

I looked down to the table again, confusing myself. What am I even doing, why can't I tell him a simple thank you?

By the time I looked up again, he was gone.