Chapter 6 A Sign Of Weakness

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• Finally, he pulled his head up and looked at me so he did hear what I was saying. I could not tell if he was crying because of the heavy rain but his red eyes were already obvious. I groaned inwardly as I screamed again, “Get up! God damn it!!”
• He was still not moving and it was already pissing me off as the cars were continuing to blow their horn without stopping. I got off my motorcycle and walked towards him, picking him up like a tissue paper since he was very lightweight as I helped him stand right away since he already looked more stupid.
• I looked at his sad eyes, which were struggling from opening because of the heavy downpour, so I took off my helmet and put it on his head, closing it and securing his face so as not to get exposed, just in case someone would report for public disturbance. He seemed not interested in moving a muscle even though his body was already shivering because of the cold rain and the whooshing wind. So, I took off my black leather jacket and put it on him as if I am putting clothes on a baby.
• “You stand up by yourself and you always have to because it is always like that, do you hear me!?” I screamed at him as loud as I could and I thought that he did not hear me but he answered with a weak nod. I walked him to my motorcycle and helped him get on so he sat behind me, “Hold on!!”
• I drove right away from the scene and allowed the cars to flow as usual but as I kept on driving, trying to find a bus stop where I can drop him off, I felt his arms slowly releasing from my waist, “He– Hey! You are slipping off!” I looked over to him as he immediately was about to fall back, but I quickly grabbed him forward using both of his hands. “You can not be fucking serious right now.” I muttered under my breath as soon as I realized that he had passed out. “Damn it.” I continued to drive with one hand while the other was holding both of his wrists which allowed his arms to continue wrapping around me.
• I reached a nearby hotel and carried him over my arms while entering, which caught everyone’s attention in the lobby. “Hi,” I greeted the woman who looked at me in shock, “One room please.” I struggled in getting my credit card so I looked up back at the receptionist, “Can you pull out my wallet? It is… It is in my back pocket.” I struggled since I was carrying this man who is still passed out in my arms.
• The receptionist was kind enough to oblige and pulled out my credit card and swiped it, “Can I also ask for our clothes to be laundered and dried?”
• Her eyes looked at me then at the man who was on my arms then back at my face. “Yes, Mister…” She answered and nodded while looking at my name on my credit card, “Seargeoh Langston.”
• “You are too formal, Sage is fine.” I told her.
• When we got inside the hotel room after the receptionist took care of it immediately, our wet clothes were then laundered and dried by the hotel maids but prior to that I had the responsibility to take his clothes off of him. First, I took off his clothes left on his boxers, covered him with the robe and pulled down his underpants. That way, I would not see his sleeping dick without permission. After I finished having a nice warm bath, I grabbed a towel to wrap around my waist and another one to dry my hair with
• As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, my eyes then landed on the man who was now beginning to sit on the bed, “So you decided to finally wake up, Cinderella.”
• His head instantly looked up to where I was standing and stared at me as if he had seen a ghost.
• “Who are you?!” He screamed as his eyes were bulging out from his eye sockets.
• As he started asking me questions, I answered a few which were lies and some which were the truth. I lied about the debit card since I honestly want him to feel indebted to me. But he panicked even more when he knew that he had no clothes on. Of course, a sly and evil guy like me would love to take this chance to screw around with him with a few lies after he just collapsed on me while I was driving earlier almost causing us in an accident under the storm. He continued to become on the edge and guarded as he called me a pervert and not only that, he also thought that I raped him. This man and his endless amount of suspicions probably prevent him to think straight that he is not even thanking me yet.
• “Our clothes are being washed and dried so we have to wait for it before we can leave and–” I was immediately cut off from what I was going to as he started to sob out of the blue which frightened me a bit. I paused and stared at him intently while he pulled his knees up to his chin, hugged them with his arms and cried against his patellas. I was immediately reminded that he just got heartbroken in the restaurant earlier and he must have remembered it just now.
• So does love always hurt this way?
• “Please leave me alone. Please.” He tells me under his soft sobs.
• “Where do you want me to hide? The bathroom?” I asked him, trying to make this awkward situation a bit lighter and to make him laugh, although I am not really good at cheering people or making people laugh. I am good at disappointing people though. I ace that part quite a lot more than most.
• He pulled his head up as he looked around before looking back at me. So I told him, “Go on, cry.”
• His eyes subtly widened at me.
• “Crying is not really a sign of weakness.”
• Everything was going smoothly as soon as the room service came, but we were ruined by the news on the television about me being put on APB for a murder crime. When the police came barging into the hotel room, I figured that the front desk receptionist was the one who called the police.
• “Let me ask you again, Sage Langston,” Investigator Grim looked at me evilly. “Did you or did you not murder Lindsay Peterson?”
• I rested my back on the chair as I crossed my arms against my chest, “I am not going to say anything without my lawyer.” I answered nonchalantly. “Investigator Gremlin.” I mocked.