Chapter 5

   

           Kimberly Pov

I hear the alarm on my phone go off, waking me up. I groan a little as reaching over grabbing my phone, turning the alarm off. I rub my eyes, slowly sit up, looking around the big room. It feels strange being here. I've never stayed in such a nice place like this......with a complete stranger.

I toss the covers off, getting out of bed, and slide on some shorts. I grab the guy's credit card off the bedside table and leave the room. Leaving the room I head into the living room to find the guy still on the couch asleep. I look over to see an empty bottle laying on the table and frown a little, remembering him opening the bottle last night. That's not a small bottle, but he managed to drink it all. I hope I'm not living with a violent drunk.

My eyes go back to him laying there on the couch. I slide his card into my pocket, deciding that I'll give it to him once he's up. I look at him for a second longer, before walking off, heading into the kitchen to have something to eat before I leave to find a job. 

I walk over opening the refrigerator, looking at the food. I guess I can cook him breakfast to thank him for allowing me to stay here. If it wasn't for him I'll probably be living on the streets right now.

I take out the sausages, eggs, and the pancake mix. Maybe I can carry my weight around here by cooking and doing laundry or something until I leave, so I won't feel like a complete freeloader, I think to myself, starting to look through the cupboards, finding the cookware.

As I cook I think about everything. I'm sure Monty is looking for me right now. That fucking psycho seems to not understand that I don't want to be with him. 

I stop stirring the pancake mix as I start to panic a little. 

What if Monty manages to find me again, staying here with this guy. Monty may try to hurt this guy or worse. I don't want to get this guy involved in this. I take in a slow deep breath, trying to push away the panic. Last time it took Monty nearly two months to find me. I won't be staying here too long. I won't let this guy get hurt because of me.

Maybe it's just my paranoia that got me overthinking everything. The first time I left, I told a few of my close friends that I was leaving and where to. Maybe Monty managed to get the information for one of them and that's how he was able to find me. But this time I didn't tell anyone I was leaving. I Just packed up and left as soon as I got back to my apartment. So maybe I have nothing to worry about.

I let out a sigh, starting to stir the mix again. This is no way to live. Always worrying. Always looking over your shoulder in fear. I'm letting this fucking psycho ruin my life. His words keep playing in my head. 'If I can't have you then no one will.' I'm afraid that he'll end up killing me and I don't know what to do other than drop everything in my life and run like I've been doing. 

I just hope he gives up on finding me and go take his crazy ass to some other unlucky girl. No girl deserves to live in fear, but I rather it be someone else dealing with him than me. 

I start to pour some of the pancake mixes into the pan. He's a pretty big guy, so I'm sure he'll need more than one. Once I've cooked all the food, I look over as he walks into the kitchen, going over to the refrigerator, grabbing a bottle of water, not looking over at me. 

"I...I cooked if you want any." He looks over at the food, then gives me a slight nod, taking a sip from the water bottle as he takes a seat on one of the stools at the counter. 

I walk over grabbing two plates and two glasses out the cupboard and start to fill the plates with the pancakes, eggs, and sausages. 

I sit his plate in front of him, while he's busy attending to his phone in his hand. I walk over grabbing the carton of orange juice out the refrigerator, before taking the seat across from him. I start to eat, glancing over at him, trying to get a read on this guy. He seems like a normal guy, but you can never really tell when you dealing with a psycho. I had to learn the hard way.

My eyes go over to his phone when he lay it down next to his plate. I see a picture of him and a girl on the front screen, causing me to frown a little. He looks different in that picture. He doesn't look rough like he does now. Is that girl on the picture with him his girlfriend? Will she be okay with me staying here with him? I don't want to cause problems. Lord knows I have enough of them already. I look away from his phone, remembering his rule to stay out of his business.

He picks up his fork and put a bite of the eggs and pancakes into his mouth. He chews a few times, before looking down at the food with a raised brow. 

"What? You don't like it?" I ask frowning a little.

He shakes his head a little. "No, it's actually pretty good." He looks over at me as he put another bite of food into his mouth. "What's your name?" He asks.

"K-Kimberly." I tell him after swallowing the food in my mouth. I look into his eyes, realizing he has nice hazel brown eyes.

"I'm Jason." He says, before looking back down at his plate. 

"Thank you for letting me stay here." I'm lucky he let me stay here after trying to bash his head in with that fire poker. He gives me a slight nod and continues to eat, not looking over at me.

As we eat in silences, I glance over at him every now and then, he's a handsome guy, just have a rough look to him. Other than knowing his name is Jason now, I still have no clue who this guy is. He doesn't seem to be much of a talker. He seems like a person that you rarely see smile because he's always serious. 

As we sit here, I feel this awkward silences in the air, but he seem to be comfortable with the silence, only paying attention to the food in front of him as if I wasn't sitting across from him. Maybe him not being a big talker is a good thing, because I don't really have much to talk about, and I'll like to keep that my psycho ex being after me to myself. 

His phone light up and he reach over swiping his phone with his index finger. He glances over at me, before grabbing his phone, causing me to look away, not wanting to be caught being nosy.

Seconds later I hear his silverware moving against his plate again. I go into my pocket and grab the credit card. 

"Thank you. I hope you don't mind that I also bought a bus pass. I'm going to pay it all back." I slide the card over to him. I need a way to get around and I don't have money to pay for a taxi, so I bought a bus pass. It's only good for three weeks, but I should have a job by then, so I'll be able to buy another one myself.

"Okay." Was all he said, picking up the water bottle, taking a sip. He's probably really rich, so he could care less about the money I spent, but I'm still going to pay it all back.

"Bro!" Someone says, walking through the front door, closing it behind them with a bang, causing me to slightly jump. I look over at Jason still eating like he didn't hear someone. 

"Bro why does it smell like an huma-" This guy stops talking as he walks into the kitchen. His eyes land on me, before looking over at Jason eating. I take in the guy appearance. He looks like Jason minus the roughness.

Jason looks over at the guy, before starting to eat again. A smirk creeps onto the guy's face as he looks over at me again. 

"Jason Jason Jason, you sly dog you." He smirks, walking pass Jason, giving his shoulder a light squeeze, before taking a seat on the countertop next to the microwave. Jason let out a small sigh of irritation, shaking his head a little. 

I glance over at the guy seeing him watching me. I continue to eat, trying to ignore his staring, starting to feel uncomfortable under his gaze. I had just gotten comfortable with the silence between Jason and me, but now that this guy is in the room the awkward silence has returned. 

I glance over at Jason still who's still eating. He still seems to be comfortable with the silence. 

I can feel the guy's eyes watching me. I'm sure someone told him before that it's rude to just stare. 

"What?" I ask frowning a little, looking over at him with a raised brow.

He smiles, shaking his head a little. "Nothing. I'm Brandon, Jason's brother. Are you two, you know?" He makes a circle with one of his hands, then pushes his finger back and forth through the circle, smirking.

He catches me by surprise with that question, causing me to choke on the orange juice as I take a sip. 

"Shut up Brandon." Jason glancing over at me as I cough a little. They may be brothers, but they seem to be complete opposites of each other. I can see that Jason is the serious one out of the two. While Jason has this rough look, Brandon's neatly dressed in his designer ripped jeans and shirt. Jason also has on expensive clothes, but I don't get the rich guy vibe by just looking at him like I do with Brandon.

Brandon let out a low chuckle, continuing to watch me. "Um, I guess I'll get ready and leave to find a job," I say feeling uncomfortable in the room with two strangers. Jason gives me a small nod. I stand up, grabbing my plate and dump the rest of the food in the trash, before sitting the plate in the sink. I'll wash it later.

I walk back into the spare room, going over to the dresser taking out some clothes. Once I'm ready I grab my phone and bus pass and leave the condo. 

As I walk, heading towards the bus stop, I feel my paranoia starting to bubble up. I look around at the other people walking, feeling like someone is watching me, but I know it's all in my head. I take a seat on the bench and take in a deep breath, pushing away this paranoia, waiting for the bus to take me downtown.