"That's my parent's house. I can't stay there forever. Go and select whatever you want or like and stop asking questions go me. Do you understand?"

　　"Jeez! Bipolar much. What's wrong with him?" I thought.


　　"Don't try to do anything funny. My men are nearby. Do anything stupid and I will throw you in that house forever" he said and went away somewhere.

　　"What is your problem? C'mon! I can't understand anything you ever say or do" I whisper yelled at him and I knew he heard me because he looked over his shoulder towards my way and narrowed his eyes at me.

　　Nevertheless, I still didn't get why we.. he need a new house. We are I mean I am fine living with his parents. I looked around and saw a recliner. It was a black made with leather recliner chair which had a reclining back with an integral footrest.


　　I always wanted a recliner chair.

　　I recalled how I used to tell Emmett about all the furniture that I would buy once we get married and move to our own house.


　　I smiled a little remembering those days.

　　"Buna ziua Doamna," said a saleswoman which I believed was the Romanian language. Clueless to what she said I just gave her a stoic expression and tilted my head towards a side.

　　"Cu ce vă pot ajuta?" she said again with a polite smile.

　　"Uh, I'm sorry I don't understand what you are saying. English please?" I asked and she nodded understanding.

　　"Oh! I mean How may I help you Ma'am?" she asked and I looked at the recliner.

　　"What is it's price?" I asked and she looked at the recliner and then used her tab.

　　"It's 90,000 Romanian Leu," she said and I bit down on my lips confused.

　　"Umm Twenty thousand and seven hundred and sixty US Dollar," she said and I nodded.

　　"Oh! I see" I said.

　　I talked to her more about the recliner and finally, I booked the chair.

　　"I wanted to see some bookshelves for my house. Where can I?" I asked.

　　"It's on the fourth floor," she said and I looked around and back at her.

　　"You can take the lift. Take a left from there" she pointed her finger towards a direction and I nodded smiling at her.

　　"Thank You," I said and went towards the direction.

　　I found the lift and went into it and clicked the button four. The glass lift made a sound. I could see the outside clearly because of the glass. Then it took me up to the fourth floor.

　　I walked out of the lift and looked back at the lift because the door slid open and then closed again. It slid open again and closed once more before moving downwards.

　　I shrugged at it and went into the shop.

　　There were many shelves with various designs and after looking around, I found the perfect desired one. It was modern and white with curvy edges.

　　"Please finalize this one," I told the salesman and he nodded.

　　I walked out of the shop and went towards the lift. I waited for the lift and oddly it took ten minutes to reach the floor.

　　I walked into the lift and clicked on the ground floor. The door closed but stopped midway. Then it slid open again and when I tapped on the close button, it slid close.

　　Halfway down, the lift trembled which made me little scared and then it stopped.

　　"What?" I asked in shock.

　　I clicked on the buttons and then punched at it forcibly.

　　"What the hell?" I screamed.

　　The lift stopped on the midway and through the glass door, I could only see the half of the floor. I crunched down on my knee and looked through the glass door.

　　"Hello?" I screamed petrified.

　　I looked around and found myself stuck alone between the four walls of the lift except one wall was the glass door through which I could look outside.

　　"Get me out!" I screamed.

　　I felt anxiety growing inside of me and thoughts of I would always stay inside the small room filled my mind. There was no escape and instantly tears pooled my eyes for I was closed inside a room with no escape. I knew that no time soon I will be having a panic attack and a serious one. My mind began to fill with the ideas of uncertain death and I cried feeling devastated that I was going to die in such a position.

　　My breath came out in shorts and I began to huff out air. My vision began to blind and I knew that no sooner I was going to collapse.

　　I tried to hit on the glass door and even screamed more for help but saw no one.

　　When I thought that I was nearly just a second away from collapsing, I saw someone. Someone who looked petrified as I was and concerned. As my vision continued to blur, I saw the person through the glass door running towards where I was crunched down in the lift.

　　"Juliette" Zachary hit on the lift door looking concerned.