Finding Tasha

Chapter 4: Weak Rabbit

    A loud thud rang throughout the room, and a body cast a sorry figure on the rug. The person must have either gotten too comfortable on the bed, or it could have been a result of their tipsiness. Either way, they weren't too happy with the fact that they had to wake up to their head hitting the rug. Their long eyelashes fluttered as they blinked, and they brought their hand to their forehead, their long and slender fingers massaging it slowly. 

Lucas was undoubtedly blessed with the best of the male appearances, and under the morning sun, his face shone radiantly. Thin eyebrows, blue eyes, long eyelashes, a pointed nose, tiny lips that had a dark shade of pink and an outlined jaw which of course is incomplete without a pair of deep dimples. His look could win an Oscar without even trying and when he smiled, it was enough for the girls to fall at his knees.

 He groaned as he stood up, and proceeded to drag his foot to the bathroom. After taking a long shower, he grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around his waist before heading downstairs for some coffee. Some shuffling sounds echoed in the kitchen, and he couldn't help but halt in his step. Suspicious, at first, he thought it was the butler, but he knew the butler only worked on Mondays, he could swear no one else dared to step a foot in his kitchen without his permission, so he was quite confused. He considered the idea that someone must have broken in, so he forced himself to remain calm. 

He gently grabbed a knife from his safety closet in his minibar, and the took quiet strides into the kitchen. What greeted his sight was the back view of a lady, her frame very thin and her slender hand dipping the noodles inside the water was very white, making her look almost ghostly. Could it be a ghost? He dismissed that thought as soon as it crossed his mind because he knew that was bullshit. Although he was still a little scared inside.

  No, this burglar must have come here to steal and got hungry after taken all his stuff? The thought of it irked him. Umph the disrespect! He decided to teach whoever the person was a lesson so they know better to cross him next time. With precise movement , he sneaked behind her and traced the metal edge of the knife on her neck as if he were trying to chop it off.

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   Tasha was in the middle of turning on the gas when she felt a cold breath on her neck. She felt, a bit strange but shook the thought off as the breeze, but when she felt an iron edge brush against her neck she completely lost it. She looked down only to find out that it was a knife and that was when she put two and two together. It was probably a person's breath she felt just now, and that person was trying to....

"aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she let out a high-pitched noise as she panicked. It seemed like that would be her last words.

"Don't move" his voice was faint, almost like a feather tickling one's skin, but only she knew what it felt like, she was terrified deep within and stood still without moving.

"Who are you?" That person asked without a response because Tasha was already peeing her pants. Literally, and couldn't utter a sentence.

 With the knife pressed tighter to her neck as he asked again "Who are you"?

Tasha couldn't answer, she just felt her throat was a little tight and what she wanted to say got stuck in her throat, the next moment, she opened her eyes and started crying.

Crying was a better word, she was bawling her eyes out in fear as she continuously pleaded "Please don't kill me, I'll leave right now. It's really my mistake, please I don't want to die" She cried harder and harder that Lucas found it hard to think straight.

   Unexpectedly, he released his hold on her neck and turned her around to face him but was instead met by her incessant punches against his chest. Her fist was so light that he barely felt it but nonetheless, he felt she was annoying and grabbed her wrist to stop her actions. Instead, Tasha kept crying as she whined about how bad and evil hearted person he was.

He really was caught in a tight spot now and for the first time, he didn't have anything to alter this girl's continuous whines. She was clearly the one who sneaked into his house to steal his stuff, even had the audacity to step into his kitchen and cook his noodles, and now he was painted out to be the guilty one. He just couldn't take it lying down.

He increased the strength of his grip, and she moaned in pain, when he saw that he finally got her attention, he yelled angrily. "Shut up"

His tone had some harshness to it that one couldn't help but obey and like that, the crying Tasha finally calmed down. Although she kept eyeing him fearfully like a weak rabbit watching a hunter.

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"So what you're saying is that you are the new caretaker?" He eyed her from head to toe and then back up as if to analyze her and Tasha shrunk deeper on the sofa.

"Yes" her voice was somewhat hoarse, as she had just finished crying and when she caught the gaze that Lucas was looking at her with, she shivered. She had never been so scared of anyone. 

"What strength do you have to be a caretaker?" She was caught unprepared by his question and lowered her head. She was also aware that, judging by her appearance, she wasn't physically fit enough to be a caretaker, as some caretakers would be required to do labor works, but she was thin and fragile.

She blinked tearfully as she avoided his gaze. Looking so pitiful that even the somewhat strict Lucas had to tone down a little.

He realized she was too weak and there was no point in continuing bullying her, so he decided to let her go.

 Clearing his throat. "Since aunt chose you, then you must have some abilities. But I have to remind you that there are a few rules you have to follow if you want us to coexist peacefully".

Tasha nodded her head as she had initially heard the butler mention something like that, but she was just too tired to listen, so she didn't know the details.

"One, no coming down before 10Am, am usually downstairs around that time and I would like to not have to see your face.

Two, no going near my things. No matter what do not go near my room.

Three, always walk with light footsteps, I hate disturbance and easily get upset by loud footsteps.

Four, No trying to cook for me or fawn me, I hate that the most...." His list went on and on and even Tasha knew she had to listen, or she would have yawned.

"Twenty six" He stopped and eyed her from head to toe "Always put on a baggy t shirt and a short and always pack your hair to a bun. I despise people seducing me the most" Tasha coughed when she heard the last part and looked down at her cloth.

Truthfully, she was wearing an oversized shirt that reached her knees. Since she was thin, it hid her properties very well and since her hair was very long, she didn't bother to comb it and let it fall to her sides. Who knew that she would come across as seductive to Mr Lucas who almost killed her just now.

"Lastly do not. I repeat do not make a mess of the kitchen. I hate dirtiness" The last part was spoken with despise and Tasha nodded, to let him know she understood. When he saw that, he harrumphed before taking his time to make himself a cup of coffee in nothing but his towel strapped to his waist and that made Tasha uncomfortable. Very, since she had never lived with a man.

She felt her cheeks burn and immediately looked away before rushing back upstairs, although she would come to regret this decision. But that is for another day.