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VII

Saturday Morning, 15th of September

Amaya

          Just like the previous day, the house was once again silent. The sounds of the wind rustling the Autumn leaves and the animals outside were the only things heard. I looked over at the clothes piled up in the corner of my room in which needed to be washed, making a mental note to let Christopher know that.

          I stared at the door, waiting for Christopher to walk through. Although he hadn't let me know what time he'd come to my room, I'd imagine it would be around this time. It was 10:45AM and surely the man would be awake by now.

          After sitting in silence for what felt like hours, the sound of footsteps interrupted it and I released a sigh of relief as my door opened, revealing the man of the hour himself. I smiled, taking notice of the food in his hands which were two bowls of cereal, placed on a tray with two glasses of water. The door closed behind Christopher and he walked over to me, handing my bowl to me with my cup of water before he made his way over to the opposite end of my bed, obviously trying to keep as far away from me as possible.

          "So, let's get this shit over and done with." Christopher spoke up and I couldn't help but roll my eyes as a smile made it's way onto my face.

          "You do realise that this won't be summed up into one day. It'll take me a while to attempt to help you." I replied, to which he rolled his eyes.

          "Fuckin' fantastic, 'cause that's exactly what I wanted." His voice gave a tone of anger in which I ignored, already being used to it.

          "So Christopher, how was your morning?" The question was an attempt to start small talk, to hopefully get him out of his angry mood and into a good mood.

          "Shitty now that I had ta' see yo' dumb ass." He didn't hide his annoyance as he spoke, only making me shake my head at his lack of communicating without being rude.

          "What are your plans for today?" I continued, showing him that I was not affected by how he spoke to me. He made no eye contact with me whatsoever, only focusing on his food. I took a bite of mine as I awaited a reply.

          "To get the hell away from you." He spoke and I couldn't help but roll my eyes again.

          "Seriously Christopher, I'm trying to talk to you here. I get that you hate my very existence but at least give me something to work with. I can't help you if you don't at least try and work with me here." I sighed, causing Christopher to look up at me.

          "I didn't want none of ya' help in the first place. Ain't nobody forcin' ya' to be here or stay here for that matter and for ya' information, ion' want you here either but if you really must know what shit I have to do today then fine. I'm plannin' an attack on a rival gang who owe me a shit tonne of money. Then, I gotta' go make sure my drugs gettin' delivered and that all my shit is runnin' smoothly." He explained, to which I nodded.

          I wasn't shocked at anything he'd just told me. I expected nothing less from the gang leader in which everyone was afraid of. I said nothing for a few seconds, giving Christopher time to slow down his breathing which came in angered huffs. The man always seemed to be angry.

          "Okay, that sounds quiet interesting. What about tonight, hm? What are you planning to do? Or do you not go out?" I asked, wanting to know what his everyday life might be like.

          "Strip club." He muttered and once again, it was expected. Although I tried not to stereotype him, it was expected that this is what his life would be like.

          The man was not only a rich and rude gang leader, but an attractive one at that. He'd surely be able to have any woman he wanted, whether they actually wanted to be with him or they went to him in fear that they'd be harmed if they didn't.

          "Christopher, I forgot to ask but how old are you?" I asked, seeing as it was an important piece of information that I did not yet know.

          "I'm 29." He answered and I nodded at him, watching as he still focused on his bowl of cereal, a look of boredom etched across his face.

          "I'm 26, if you wanted to know. Well then, you look like you don't want to be here any longer so I'll let you go but I'd like to speak to you again tomorrow?" I suggested, hoping he'd agree. I watched as he sighed in relief, standing up.

          "First of all, you sayin' you'll let me go as if you can tell me what the fuck I can and can't do. Second of all, whatever. The more I come here, the sooner you'll realise that you wastin' your time and the sooner yo' ass can get the fuck out my house and never come back." He walked over, grabbing the finished bowl of cereal from my hands and placed it on the tray.

          "Oh and Christopher, I need to wash my clothes." I spoke up quickly as I watched him make his way to the door. I pointed to the pile of clothes in the corner of the room. He followed where my finger pointed, only to look up at me and nod before walking out, closing the door behind him.

          I stared at the door in confusion, attempting to figure out what that nod was supposed to mean but I didn't ponder too much on it, assuming Christopher was deciding whether or not he'd let me wash my clothes.

          I sighed, grabbing my cup of water and taking a sip. I was happy in the progress I made today with Christopher but it wasn't enough to help me get through to him. I needed him to trust me. I needed him to allow me to help him and that wasn't going to work until I let him know that he could find comfort in me. 

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It looks like poor Amaya has a lot of work to do and Christopher isn't making that better with his attitude and lack of communication, huh?