Chapter 3: Here's your coffee
I never knew how to make some coffee since I never liked the taste of it, or maybe just the one who makes that coffee I drank just sucked on making it. I'll trust my taste buds this time.
I didn't bother asking him where to find the things needed to make some and just wander around the room
I checked cabinets around only to find drugs securely hiding on it, I scoffed and shook my head.
I checked the drawers and finally found a small jar of coffee beans And a small sachets of sugar.
I never felt ignorant in my whole life till now,
Fuck this! The beans don't seem appropriate to saturate by their size, it needs to be purified, It's not like I'm an educated person who's able to use such equipment sat in that desk wall and never seen once in my existence. I just knew how to read, and that only matters.
I look for another jar in the drawer and thankfully found purified coffee beans.
I poured 1 teaspoon of coffee, 2 sachets of sugar then a hot water from the dispenser, why is it black? I tasted it and almost vomited again.
Fuck, I suck at this.
I rummage through it trying to find something helpful and get mad when nothing appears useful than that suspicious white powder.
"Let me try you" I muttered silently
I poured 1 teaspoon of it and my eyes went wide, it got a darker shade of brown! Yeah, this is what the coffee I drunk before looked like.
I put about 4 teaspoons of the white powder and tasted it and my tongue seems like doesn't work until the coffee cup was half,
I took another cup and repeated the procedure I did but added more sugar and cream.
I tasted it and finally, it tasted sweet and creamy this time. I set it aside for mine and make another just like the last one.
I drank what's mine before carrying the cup for the asshole.
As I turned around there he is leaning on the doorway full of amusement on his fucking face. Don't Tell me he's watching me the whole time.
I scrunch my nose pretending nothing happened
"Took you so long" he commented still grinning like a fucking idiot
"here's your coffee" I handed him the coffee I made
He chuckled and didn't take the cup, I eyed him annoyed
"Do you think I'm going to drink it? That's not even a coffee anymore that's a fucking diabetes"
My brow automatically raises, then I might be walking diabetes now.
I huffed and drink up the coffee
When I emptied the cup, I threw it on the trash bin and I was about to walk out but he pulled me forcefully making me crash on him
"What the fuc-" a tongue rolled inside my mouth and I could feel how he suck on it
I was pushing him as hard as I can but fuck being a woman!
I bit him hard so he would let go and he did with Blood dripping on his bottom lip.
"Sweet, now make me another and with less sugar please" he chuckled.
"I'm not your-"
"You're not allowed to complain, Khalil. Drop the feeling of too high on yourself sweetheart, that would be the death of you" he directly warned as if it would make me tremble in terror.
I ignore him. I don't look too high on myself, it's technically called being antisocial.
And he kept invading my space so casually, what did he expect me to react to?
Asshole.
He perfectly fits what he just said to me.
I made him one with less sugar and immediately went inside the room and brought it to him.
I just set the cup on his desk and walked to the sofa and plump myself.
He didn't mind me as he focused his attention on his laptop.
I stared at the flat-screen TV wondering how to get the hell out of this place.
It's a good opportunity to escape and start a new life away from here.
Now that I won't worry about my life in the hands of a drug lord, I might escape this place without sweating.
"You can turn it on" he suddenly spoked
"I don't know how" I replied irritated, everything that comes out of his mouth sounds like an insult to me
"Why are you so mad?" He commented grinning
I was about to bombard him but then the TV came alive.
When the show was displayed, I almost throw the mini table on the screen as pornography vulgarly played on this widescreen.
"What the hell?!" I yelled at him
He laughed for at least a few good seconds
My face must've been looked like a tomato but not because of that stupid show, but because I'm fuming. why didn't the bullet just go straight through his skull?!
"Alright, alright" he wheezes
He pressed something on the remote
And the show changed into something similar with people vlogging on YouTube. Yeah, I was watching YouTube before.
The show was all about Life in Prison, interesting.
The guy featured all the possible ways on how the prisoners come up with life inside the metal bars. And one woman slyly answered in front of the camera, as if she was seeing me "if you're a woman committing a crime, you better not be caught, believed me, you'd prefer the police shoot you in the head than stay here"
I just knew what she was pointing out, and that made a chill run down my spine. I never imagined myself close to being caught, But the things she just stated made me snort.
It's not like I was doing this crime in my favor. I was a victim of God knows how long and that explains why I got used to it and made it almost a hobby.
The next interviewee was a guy around my age whose case was multiple homicides. He was asked the same question and the prisoner just looked at the interviewer and into the camera.
When his face was all displayed, it made my hand ball into a tight fist.
Larrison.
He showed his trademark smirk.
"Life in here would make you regret few things" he started
"What is your realization?" The vlogger
"Like, you wished you just killed the one who made you suffer inside this cage, regretted trusting that people, you wished you didn't ever meet them"
My chest begins to burn, I lean my back and rest my head gazing at the ceiling.
"I promise when I made find ways to get the hell out in this prison, expect me to knock on your door soon baby" I heard Larrison's threat before sounds of someone dragging him out of the camera that made him laugh so loud
I closed my eyes as I heaved a sigh, I got no interest in watching anymore. And I don't want to think about him either.
He's a headache, to begin with.
I should probably get some sleep. I shifted my weight and lay on the sofa. I pretended to watch just to buy some time enough to draw me to sleep and eventually it didn't take me so long.
*******
*Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three consecutive gun fires were enough to make me panic and jerked up to only hit my head hard on a glass, sending me into a sudden nauseating feeling as I lay back again on the sofa.
A psychopath's laughter was all I heard.
He was so far different the first time I met him, I never thought he was even worse like this.
"That was hilarious! Oh damn, I should've recorded it!" He uttered between his laughers
I shoved the mini table, not minding if it crashed on the floor.
I quickly got up ready to attack him but then lost my balance when I felt the world spinning.
I grab everything than would support me not to fall but nothing is there to grab on so my butt landed on the ground
My nose suddenly became itchy and so I squish it for a moment but my finger felt a moist
I quickly checked my finger and went even more panicked. There is blood, in my fingers.
I immediately wiped my nose with my hands, but the blood wouldn't stop, I looked around me to try to find some tissue but all I could see was blood everywhere.
This is not good.
I stand on my feet and run out of the place,
I'm searching for a CR but nothing is there,
So I checked every room and there I found an empty one. This space is made for a lunchroom and no one is around. Perfect, the bathroom is always near.
I wondered and found the sign that leads me to the Comfort room.
Oh, my bag! At the driver's car!
My cigar where placed
I checked my pocket and of course, there are my lighter and 3 roll pieces.
I stuck the cigar between my lips and lit it with my lighter.
Inhaling nicotine is not just addicting, it calms my nerves whenever my trauma strikes.
After finishing the three sticks, I went outside the restroom and washed my face from the faucet. I looked at my face and I think it's fine now.
I reach for some sweet and minty lollipops in my pocket and consume.
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