Forced Paradise

A Glint Of Hope

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Update: small corrections of the grammatical errors.

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He blinked and in the next millisecond moved his dark blue eyes from the newspaper into a locked stare with mine. I froze.

"Your clothes seem rather.. monochromatic and your bag looks heavy. Doesn't it hurt to carry it around the house?" William asked calmly.

I couldn't stop a nervous gulp. "Uh, yeah, I really like clothes of colours from the black and white spectrum, haha.
And about my bag, it just reminds me of my house so I decided to keep it close to me for a while" I looked down contemplatively for a more plausible effect.

"I see." William said simply.

I breathed out relieved in the most secretive way I could at the moment.

--------- William's POV ------------

I know you're lying, Emily...
Your scared little bunny eyes gave away all of your lies.
I know what you plan on doing, but you're just tiring yourself in vain.

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A shiver ran down my spine, but I brushed it off.
We stood silent for a while, when I couldn't fake it anymore.

"...Can I go home?" I asked sorrowfully.

"I'm afraid not, Emily." William answered, taking another sip of coffee.

His calmness annoyed me. I clenched my teeth, trying to remain calm.

I reasoned with him "I really have to go. My family must be worried."

"Hmm, they "must be", but are you sure they are?" William continued calmly his outrageous replies.

I stood up and through gritted teeth asked venomously "What. are you. implying?"

His face didn't move a muscle, yet his eyes seemed to be glued on me. This wasn't the William from last night who joked around and prepared me a bagel sandwich. "I wonder if he's bipolar."

"Nothing. I merely repeated what you said and I want to hear what you think." He responded plainly.

"That's a stupid question." I spat.
"Don't play with me." I told him warningly.

Slightly taken aback by my statement, he asked darkly "Or what?", not denying my accusation.

I paused, repeating his question in my head. "Or I will kill you." I said without much thinking and regretting afterwards, rushing my gaze to William.

On his face I could read surprise. Fear taking over, I expected the worst. I expected him to get up and grab me by my neck, chocking me against the wall or call me something like "ungrateful bitch!" for threatening him after all what's he done.
I wanted to apologise, but the words wouldn't come out. I didn't think he deserved an apologise. I didn't know the reason he did all this for me. But I knew it was something dark behind his motives.

His face softened and he chuckled
"That would be a little cruel, don't you think?"

My eyes flew open in surprise, but then I realised.
"William used mockery. It was effective!"
He never took my threat seriously, he was just messing with me.

This man was the epitome of unexpected, I concluded.

I didn't know what to respond since I'd been made fun of. I gulped and went to my next question.

"I want my phone back." I asked demandingly.

"Afraid I can't do that either." William responded instantly.