I get it. No one wants to deal with me. They must view me as someone very difficult to deal with.
"What are you trying to say?" I asked, wanting him to just get to the point.
"It’s not safe for you to be wandering around cluelessly outside right now. That is what I’ve been trying to say," Luka stated emotionlessly.
"You’re telling me that Hayden is keeping me locked up here for my own safety? That’s crazy! No one is going to hurt me; I’ve never hurt anyone. This is crazy. Please let me out, please..." I cried out desperately as I hammered at the door with my hands.
"I can’t let you out. As I already told you, I’m not allowed to open the door..." Luka said regretfully.
Why is it unsafe for me outside? That can’t be true, right? My life was normal...
Is this because of Ethan? They think Ethan will harm me?
"I honestly don’t think that Ethan would harm me. He’s...not that kind of person," I said loudly.
"That’s what you think but Hayden isn’t so trusting. I don’t blame him. Even I don’t know who to trust which is why I never trusted anyone outside of Torex. Your father included..." Luka said as his tone darkened.
My father? Oh right, my father was from the Silva gang although he was friends with the boss. I guess Luka wasn’t a big fan of my father back then. However, I was convinced that my father wanted peace and was working hard towards it. In the end, he also chose a peaceful life so that he could raise me up normally.
Ethan said that he wanted to follow in my father’s footsteps, and he also wanted peace. Should I tell this to Luka, I wonder. If I tell Luka, will the boss hear about it? Would it be good or bad if the boss hears about Ethan’s desire to partner with Torex?
I didn’t know what I should do so I decided to think about it. I was scared of saying the wrong things. Right now, I need to figure out a way out of here. My head hurts and the biggest problem was I didn’t know what was true anymore.
I didn’t know who to trust anymore...
"When do you think I’ll be let out of here?" I asked bluntly.
Although I knew that there were many things that I should try to talk to him peacefully about, my mouth refused to open when he sat right opposite me at the dining table. Day after day, I didn’t say anything but respond to his same set of questions.
"What did you do today?" Hayden asked.
"Nothing," I replied truthfully. It was the same answer that I gave to the same question that he had been asking every day.
I also knew what question he would ask next.
"Do you want or need anything?" Hayden asked, his blue eyes still on me.
"No, I don’t want or need anything," I replied.
Same question; same answer.
"Did you sleep well last night?" he asked.
"Yes, I slept decently well last night," I replied without a thought.
"Is there something that you want to do?" Hayden asked.
Once again, I gave him the same answer that I gave him every day.
"I want to go back outside..." I replied as I looked deeply into his cold blue eyes.
The conversation was always the same and probably because of that, it always ended the same way. Because Hayden couldn’t grant my wish, he would get up from his seat and leave the room silently while I sat and stared at the leftover food on the table in front of me. The door would close firmly behind him and then it would be locked from the outside.
--To be continued...