Abigail Romanova's Monologue and death [Nicholas Hawk 3]

─You're late. -. Sophia says as soon as she sees me.

─My sister just arrived, let me have some time with my family, miss toxic girlfriend. -. I respond reluctantly passing by her to go straight to get in her car.

The Hyundai Eon that is still as cool as it is fresh from the factory calls for me to get on immediately. But it is then that.

─Hey! -. That girl cry comes out of my mouth.

A chill runs down my spine when Sophia paws my butt. My cheeks twitch and I don't want to know what pitiful expression I'm making.

I stay in my place enduring the shame. I know that if I try to resist, I will have an ice pick in my hand again. Although the wound that was caused on my tongue yesterday still hurts. As a result of that, it was that I left food from my dinner.

The reason I put on the sweatshirt, in fact, was to hide with the fabric that wound on my neck that has not yet finished healing. My back of my right hand is wrapped in a bandage, I just add.

─Have you been exercising?

─Nothing but piano and chess.

─You're funny, huh. Well, get in the car.

─... thank you.

After I got rid of Sophia's groping, we both got in the car. As I am used to, I stay in the passenger seat. I turn on the air conditioning on my own without even receiving permission from the owner but we were still going to turn it on.

Inside the car we don't share a word. But I suppose that even silence is enjoyable when you are with the person you like. Uh, well, if I just liked it, maybe I'd enjoy it more.

─ We'll stop by Taco Bell before going to college, okay?

─It's your car. Your decisions. I am just a close friend who is taking advantage of the situation.

─I will take that as a no.

The truth does not bother me. I'm fine with that. Anyway, I had to give a self-critical comment for taking advantage of the person who likes me. As I already said, it's not like there's anything better to say from this point on.

Sophia turned through an intersection and went two more streets to get to the Taco Bell drive-thru. Since I'm not paying attention to her, I didn't even know what she actually ordered.

After placing the order and going to pick up our food, Sophia paid and after that, we were parked on the side of the road.

─Take. -. Sophia hands me a medium can of soda when the car stopped.

Sprite. As she has always liked me. I accept diligently, silently thanking Sophia, even though I didn't ask for anything at first.

Now that I notice.

The portion of it is too big for one person. Especially a girl. I'm not surprised that she passes me a cue without saying a word to me.

I thank him again in silence.

─Since today we are going to go from one place to another without stopping, we need energy. -. She says, but I don't really find anything but saturated fat in the tacos and my red blood cells dying from the excess sugar in the soda.

A person could die in a few days if they spent drinking soda instead of water. I don't know if there is someone brave enough to experience it in the flesh, but at least I am not like that.

I stay in silence. Eating my taco al pastor making the least noise that he can make. I got to do up to a third round at Sophia's prompting, but it's not like she can eat them without any hint of stopping either.

With the same silence, I allow Sophia to get close enough to wipe my mouth from sloppy eating at times. I am ashamed of this.

Why do I have to listen to what this woman wants to do?

Ah, right. She could have an 8-inch long ice pick in my throat if she didn't let her do these things. I feel like it's like Stockholm syndrome that I experience as for some reason I can't directly thank Sophia even if she takes care of me or she gives me food.

Could one day love this woman?

It's a... good stupid question.

Unless she seriously owes her something like my life or that of one of my relatives, then she could not repay her efforts to such an extent without any doubt. Although... there's also the fact that I can't speak ill of her in front of others even if I wanted to.

I would love to be able to smear her and stuff, but it's not because I feel threatened by her. But rather, because I don't want her to have a bad image.

Uh, is that a way of thanking him?

Excuse me if that's the case... since that would be very contradictory to everything I've said so far. Although I don't believe... both physically and psychologically capable of giving something back to her, it's not like I consider it a bad thing and nothing more.

I have free food for letting you do anything stupid. So, meh.

「🎶🎵」 -. Beethoven's Midnight Sonata rings from my cell phone.

─...

─...

Sophia and I are both speechless in our mouths. She looks at me like she's a weirdo, while she smirks. I feel stupid so I quickly pull out my phone and look at who's the call is from.

[Abigail Romanova] was written there.

I am stunned.

Seeing my reaction, Sophia also looks at the phone. I glance at her sideways. Strangely, she looks calm.

But.

That calm is the most unsettling of all the things she had ever seen in my entire life. I stupidly feel more scared of her right now than she is on a daily basis.

A cold calm. The same cold calm that can be attributed to a murderer or psychopath.

We give the call for loss. She takes my phone from me, and unable to refuse that, I just keep as quiet as possible. If she tried to do something, it wouldn't be a surprise if she ended up on the side of the road like a run over dog.

...

I'm going to die, right?

She's going to kill me, right?

─Nick, be honest with me; Who of the two do you really like?

...

Why?

What happens to her today that she is asking me so many things related to romance in one day?

Ahhhhh! Kill me!

It would be fine ten feet underground right now! In fact, anything is fine in a situation like the one I am in now. That is simple.

Because...

─I like you more. -. I answered smoothly, since she is asking me something stupid.

The constitution of her question is something that can be answered with one or the other, but there is a conditional, since Sophia is my "girlfriend". If we talk about those details in particular, then it is clear where the balance is tipped. Since she is only asking me which of the two I like the most and does not ask specifically in which aspect I like it.

It's just a little bit. But I like how she is nice to me.

If only that was an appropriate response to put into words how I feel about her, of course everything would be easier from that point on. I may have been unhappy with my answer, but Sophia was so pleased with my words that she couldn't say anything to correct me.

I guess seeing her smile from time to time is an extremely good thing to heal my heart. She has a really cute smile after all.