chapter 30

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Looking at the clock,it was 12 pm.

All I did all day was write and stay in the room seated at the window seat.

I had a lot of questions in my head that needed answers. But I had to be smart about when or how to ask if I wanted those questions answered.

So, what I knew about Sin, his name was

Jackson. He was 37 years old. He seems to own this private island and the helicopter.

Which made me wonder, why ask for a ransom from my dad though? He seems to be loaded and connected.

Two things, maybe to throw them off or maybe he needed the money. Also, maybe he wanted to destroy Elijah with elijah's money instead taking from his own.

So back to him personally. What would his relationship be with my parents, especially my dad. I doubt if my mum is that involved in this beef.

I went back to my parents alone, just to see if there was anything about them that could answer anything.

My parents got me when they were very young.

They were highschool sweethearts and one thing led to another and my mom got pregnant.

They were both the same age and were both in the same class. My mum got pregnant on her final year of highschool.

Thank god they were both 18. My dad took responsibility and immediately married her.

She gave birth to me right before graduation.

My mother got very sick after giving birth to me and they decided to not have any more children.

So my parents were 38, a year older than Sin.

So this beef may have gone all the way back since they are age mates.

Sigh! I don't see any connection I could make on my own.

Feeling tired of this room, I decided to see if the door was locked. At least let me stay in the living room or somewhere else, I'm in this room 24/7.

The pain on my wrist was not as bad as before and my headaches had stopped.

Everytime I saw my wrist, I remembered what he said he would do to me if I ever tried to take my own life again.

I was not going to do that again. I don't want to fail and suffer.

I was even regretting cutting my wrist, the pain was so much the first days of it healing.

He had constantly dressing me in his shirts and t-shirts so that day i was in a long black shirt.

I tried the door and to my surprise, it opened.

Had he forgot to lock me up? Had he even been locking me up? I just assumed he did and never tried to open the door any of those days.

Maybe he forgot today.

I got out the room and started walking to the living room.

If he had forgotten to lock me up, it didn't

matter because i wasn't planning on running this time.

I barely even thought about it.

All I wanted was to find him.

So went to look for him and found him in the kitchen.

He was cooking. He had knife in his hand as he was cutting some tomatoes.

He had not noticed me as he was now cutting some green capsicum.

"Can I help?" I said.

I actually startled him which made him jump just a little. This made me chuckle.

He looked at me then looked back at the

vegetables he was cutting.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

"Maybe...." I said as a joke.

"Mmmh!" I guess he wasn't interesting.

I got closer to the counter where he was cutting everything.

It was next to a cooker with four burners.

"Do you need help? With the cooking?"

"No princess, I got it!" He said in a very

dismissive tone.

"Okay..." I said backing off.

I decided to stay with him instead of going to the living room.

So I went to the countertop. There was just two chairs there and I sat on one.

His back was facing me as he kept cooking some pasta.

I watched him keenly, not missing anything.

I just sat there and watched him.

He was wearing a short sleeved t shirt with

jeans.

As he was moving his hand stirring the food, I saw something that looked like a scar on his neck.

I wasn't sure, it was the back of his neck and his black hair was long enough to cover it.

The collar of the T-shirt was down enough to reveal that looked like a straight line of a scar that went down to his back.

Before I could look closer, his hair moved and covered it.

And then, he turned around with two plates of food.

"Thank you!" I said to him as I took my pasta.

He didn't answer.

He sat on the chair next to me quietly.

We ate for the first time together, in silence. For the first time, I fed myself. Finally!

I must admit he was one good cook. I was just too scared before to notice. But his pasta was delicious.

For some reason, I was feeling very comfortable around him. He was just as cold as always, but he was more gentle with me.