5. Chapter 5

Kendra

I gasp when the cold breeze seems to be coming out of nowhere. The parking lot is supposed to be enclosed with only...

Okay... I suppose the wind comes in from the ventilation system.

Wait...

I move my fingers to find something smooth under me.

Under me? I thought I was in the parking lot, balled up to the side, waiting for the power to come back so I could leave. Where am I?

I shiver some more when there's heat coming from my forehead. Am I dead?

No way, I'm not dying soon, I don't want to die.

It is all the four-arm guy's fault. He is the reason I got stuck here. He fled to his spaceship like a big pussy and left me outside.

Not that I'd want to be on his stinky spaceship anyway. It smells like stupidity.

I can out-stay him if I want to. He is just there to annoy me.

I gasp when more warmth finds its way up to my hands. Where am I?

That's not going to happen when I'm supposed to be in the parking lot.

My eyes snap open and I sit up, only to be staring at a wall ahead of me.

This isn't the parking lot. Where am I?

Maybe the power recovered, and the medics or my colleagues brought me away from the stupid parking lot. I let out a breath. it's better than nothing.

But... I don't recognize this room. There are a few rooms for those of us on shift to take a rest in turns, but this isn't any of those rooms.

Where am I?

In a hospital?

But hospitals will at least keep some lights on. And I'm not hooked up to any machines, so it can't be the case.

There are no stinky detergents or cleaning agents in the air either. This feels like just a regular room with nothing special, except...

Someone knocks on the door. I reach for the gun on my belt, but...

Fuck...

I pat my belt again, reaching for the emptiness. My heart races and my mind draws blank. Why? What?

The door opens to...

I point at him. "I know you."

It is the four-arm guy. I know that ugly face with his beard. Why am I here and why's he the one opening the door as if he is here to check on me?

Now I know why I don't have my gun with me.

I hiss at him. "You kidnapped me!"

He rolls his eyes. "I saved you."

"No way." I fold my arms.

What does he mean?

Am I... Fuck... Am I in a room on his spaceship? His fucking stupid spaceship that's good for nothing?

I suck in a breath, trying my best to do that slowly so he won't find out. "You put me on your spaceship."

He nods. "Yeah. Would you rather freeze outside?"

"And you put me on your bed."

He lifts an eyebrow. "Do you prefer the floor?"

A stream of heat reaches my cheek. I feel my clothes, they are intact, so...

On my lap, there's a warm towel. Maybe it was on my forehead, thus the heat I felt.

I gasp when even more heat pools in my body. Now, the chill from earlier is gone completely. "You didn't ask whether I want to be here or not."

He opens the door wider and stands to the side of it, gesturing at the outside. "You can leave."

Um...

I hate him.

I clear my throat. "So, you carried me here with those arms."

He shrugs. "Do you prefer I grab your feet and drag you along the floor?"

He is so annoying. He is just here to mock me and make me look stupid.

I'm going to say something more when he lifts a hand between us. He says, "Leave if you don't want to be here. I don't care. But if you die, it's going to cause me trouble."

I sneer at that. I don't care about giving him trouble, but I'm not going to die just to get him into trouble. I don't care about him at all.

He folds his upper arms and rests his lower arms on his waist. "What's the decision?"

"Shut up and leave me alone."

He comes closer and I fight the urge to inch backward. With the bed, there's not much room to move. I won't make him feel good about scaring me. Never.

I glare at him. "Be careful, otherwise I'm going to..."

"I took your gun."

"Because you kidnapped me. You are so worried that I'll blow off your head."

He stares at me in silence. I swallow and keep my glare on him. He should feel sorry for himself. He can't scare me with his gaze. If he thinks he can beat me up just because he has four arms, I'll prove him wrong.

I will...

He says, "I don't know why you got hired. You're lucky I'm not a criminal."

"Are you threatening me? Do you know what will happen if you threaten the police?"

He moves away, shooting daggers at me with his gaze. "Maybe I should have left you to die. It's not worth it."

What does he mean? I'm not worth it?

I'm about to shout at him, but he leaves and closes the door behind him.

I don't have to care about his annoying ass. he can say whatever he wants and it won't faze me, but at the same time...

I grit my teeth when tears brew up in me before I can stop it or know what's happening.

What does he mean?

I gasp when tears run down my cheek. I roll around and bury my face into the pillow before he hears my sob.

What's wrong with me?

I hate to be on his bed, even though he has done nothing bad to me. Why must this happen? When will I be saved? Will I even be saved? It can't take that long for the power to come back, right?

The bedsheet warps in my hands. I squeeze with all my force, but the tension remains in me.

I'm not a waste of effort.

I don't care how I logically don't have to care about him, I...

Fuck him!

I gasp as my memory slowly seems to come together. I was in the cold, shivering, trying to survive.

He... I don't even know his name... I didn't look at the paperwork after I sent him to customs. I guess he could leave me outside and let me die.

I shake my head. No. Maybe it is cold outside, but I'm not going to die. I'm still indoors and even though the heat is out...

Maybe I won't be that lucky.

He must have carried me in those arms and walked me here. He put me on this bed and... also put a hot towel on my forehead...

And... I wake up screaming at him.

Now I almost feel bad about that.

But if he'd moved his ass on the road, then nothing would have happened. It was still his fault, and it has been that way without a doubt. How dare he say that I'm not worth the effort?

I scream while my face is buried in the pillow. I hate him. If I see him again, I'm going to kick his ball and make him regret it...

Except the only thing he'll regret would be saving me...