Juliette Pov

　　"I want to talk to my parents," I said gathering up all my courage. I put all my emotions into my eyes hoping that he would give up and at least let me talk to my parents.


　　My shoulder sagged in defeat when I looked at myself in the mirror. I have been practicing for an hour about how to ask Zachary to allow me to talk to my parents again.

　　It's been a week since I have been here, all alone in this big house roaming inside the house like a spirit. Mom and dad have left to some island to meet Zachary's grandfather. Zachary merely showed himself before me. The glimpse I get of him is when I wake up, he leaves and when I sleep he comes and sleeps on his side of the bed.

　　He glanced up at me and ignored me.


　　"Can't you hear me?" I asked.

　　"No I can't" he replied.


　　"Wow!"

　　"I want to talk to my parents," I said and stood before him blocking his view from the TV.

　　"Move out of the way" he scoffed and glared and glared at me.

　　"Not until you give me your phone," I said adamantly.

　　"I am telling you for the last time. Move out of the way" he said slowly enunciating each word but I rolled my eye.

　　"Give me your phone," I said and crossed my arms across my chest.

　　The next moment he took sat up from his lying position and opened the drawer of the nightstand. For a moment, I thought I won and he was now going to give me his phone but then my hopes were crashed down or should I say shot down when he took his gun out from the drawer and kept it before him.

　　"What are you doing?" I asked frightened.

　　"I warned yo-"

　　"Do you thing I am afraid of you?" I asked as I took few steps backward.

　　His eyes were fixed on my moves.

　　"I am not s-scared," I said stubbornly but could feel my knees shaking with terror before my commencement speech, but I put on a brave front and stepped out onto the stage to deliver it.

　　"I want to talk to my parents. Just give me your phone" and tried to put on a brave front.

　　"You are annoying m-" he held his gun but I cut him off.

　　"Fine! Don't give me your gun... Uh, I mean your phone. Now I won't take your phone even if you give that to me by yourself" I said and exited the room. Practically ran out of the room.

　　Outside the room, I released out air and wiped the sweat away from my forehead.

　　"You are annoying me" I mimicked his voice.

　　"What does he think of himself? Loser!" I said and scoffed at him.

　　"So violent" I sighed and shook my head.

　　"But I won't give up," I thought and wandered around thinking about the ways to get his phone or some source where I could contact my parents.

　　An idea formed in my mind and a crooked smile immediately formed on my lips. I went into the room only to find him sleeping.

　　"Perfect," I thought.

　　I saw his phone lying on the bed next to him. The only thing I need to do was to silently sneak up next to him and pick up that box of a phone and go out and call dad.

　　"So simple" I scoffed at the thought.

　　"Okay that was a bad idea" I muttered as I tried to wiggle my hands out of his grip.

　　"Do you want to die?" he said through gritted teeth.

　　"Let me go," I said as I tried to wiggle my hands out from him but failing miserably.

　　Technically it was a bad idea. Very bad idea. But I found out a new thing. He is a light sleeper. When I tried to sneak up next to him and I was only mere inches away from the phone he got up and held both of my hands in his glaring at me.

　　"Let go," I said and pulled my hands.

　　"Well, it was you in the first place who thought sneaking up while I'm sleeping and taking my phone is a good idea. So what happened now?" he asked and held my hands more tightly.

　　"Ow! You are hurting me" I cried and was astonished when he let go of my hands immediately.

　　"Just go away," he said and took the phone and slid it into his pant pockets. I rubbed my hands where it hurts and without knowing I felt my cheeks getting wet.

　　"Now what?" He muttered.

　　"It's been so long since I have talked to my parents. Especially dad. I don't even know why my only best friend acted as if I was a stranger and she didn't know me. Do you even know what I'm feeling? I have been lonely wandering around in this big house alone. You don't even allow me out of the house. What am I? Rapunzel??" I cried and wiped my tears using my sleeves.

　　"Except I don't have long hair like that" I muttered to myself.

　　"It would have been hard to maintain such long hair. I mean you have to trim it, shampoo it, conditioner it and what not. Gosh! I can't even think of the amount of hairfal-" I stopped in the middle when I saw him giving me an incredulous look.

　　"What?" I asked.

　　"I think you need a psychiatrist," he said which made me wonder "But why?"

　　"What are we doing here?" I asked irritated.

　　"You only told me that you were 'lonely' and 'alone' and you wanted to go out of the house" he air quoted the words lonely and alone.

　　"But I didn't mean by going to a furniture shop," I said looking around to see people walking around, chattering and window shopping.

　　"What can I possibly do here?" I asked looking around.

　　He shrugged and stuffed his hands into his pocket.

　　"Choose some furniture for the new house," he said and looked to the other side.

　　"New house?" I asked surprised.

　　"We need furniture for our new house. Go and select whatever you want" he said and took his phone out.

　　"But why are you getting a new house, I mean isn't that your house?" I asked confused.