I went towards the bed and sat on the edge and got rid of my shoes. I was so tired that I didn't even think about changing my clothes. I turned towards the side and closed my eyes when I heard the shower running.

　　A few minutes later I felt the bed dip beside me. My eyes snapped open and I sat up in a jerk which made me feel little dizzy.


　　I saw him sitting on his side with his back facing me. He was now in a black Tee and a loose pant. He was raking his finger through his wet hair probably unaware of the fact that I was now sitting on my side staring at his back.

　　I got up from the bed and took the pillow and went towards the couch. I wouldn't ever share a bed with a criminal. He was a criminal after all and I hated him with all my guts.

　　I threw the pillow on the couch and made myself comfortable on it. I turned the other side where I couldn't see his face and hugged myself closing my eyes drifting off to sleep.


　　An annoying sound disturbed my sleep which made me groan in irritation.

　　I clicked my tongue in irritation.


　　I hoped the source to fade away but when it didn't my eyes fluttered open and I looked around to find the room's light off. The television was on and the light from the screen flashed on my eyes as the plasma Tv hung just in front of my couch on the wall.

　　It was the sound of the TV which was irritating me.

　　"Will you please reduce the sound?" I asked politely to him hoping that he would reduce it and let me sleep.

　　Surprisingly, the sound decreased and I sighed in relief. But it was only for a second because the next moment he increased the sound even more.

　　"Ugh! What the heck?" I groaned as I sat up on the couch glaring at him.

　　He sat leaning against the headboard with his legs crossed over each other. His one hand was above his head while another was on the Tv remote.

　　"I am trying to sleep. What are you doing?" I asked irritated.

　　He chose to ignore me and he flipped through the channels not even bothering about my discomfort.

　　"Are you listening to me?" I asked and bit down on my lips annoyed.

　　I lied back on the couch and to my extreme annoyance, he chose to annoy me even further by increasing the volume to the level where my ears began to hurt.

　　"Ugh!" I took the pillow and slapped it on my ear trying to shield the voice to get into my ears.

　　"Why?" I cried as I sat on the couch cupping my ears.

　　As if it wasn't the end he increased the volume to the end. The room boomed with the television's sound as I kept on shrieking in irritation. I wondered how nobody in the house didn't get annoyed by the terrible irritating annoying voice.

　　I yelled in annoyance and ran towards the bathroom.

　　But I was quite sure that through the horrible sound of the TV I somehow managed to hear him saying in triumphant "Score one for Zachary."