Scared

Rose Point of views :

A kNIFE?

With my eyes now wide opened, I felt myself frozen on my spot. My heartbeats echoed in my ears and my breath was hitched.

Why does he have a knife in his suit pocket? I frowned.

"Are you okay?" Daniel asked in a calm voice yet it sent shivers down my spine.

My mouth felt dry.

On lifting my gaze to look at him, i noticed his narrowed gaze on me and thus quickly averting my eyes from him, I just looked down keeping a straight face

Did he figure out that I had seen it?

What would I do if he did? But well, that can't be good.

I swallowed hard, wishing I could just disappear in the air.

Nodding in response, I somehow managed to stand up on my feet.

"I'd go get ready for college" I managed to say somehow in an audible voice.

Excusing myself, I paced as fast as i could walking inside the bedroom.

TWO HOURS LATER,

In the lunch break,

"A KNIFE?" Jessy asked back, clearly astonished to hear about it too.

"Yeah and could you please lower your voice. You are too loud." I told her in a complaining tone.

"But why would he carry a knife to the laboratory?" She asked back in a softer voice this time.

"I don't know and honestly, it wasn't just any knife. It was some unique kind of knife" I replied back.

"Maybe he carried it for his defence. Um, since he is disabled, it could be for that reason and You are just over thinking." She said,

"You think so?" I asked her and just shrugged.

Maybe she is right!

"Just simply go back home and ask him about it if you are so curious about it" she suggested and I nodded, finding her suggestion quite appropriate.

LATER THAT DAY,

Walking inside our bedroom, I found Daniel busy doing his work on laptop.

His mere sight got me the flashes of that knife in his pocket.

I should simply just ask him straight about the knife before I completely lose my mind.

"Daniel" I called him softly.

"Hmm" I replied.

"Um, Can I ask you something?" I asked him, fiddling with the edge fabric of my top.

He perked up his head to look at me, giving me all his keen attention.

Okay! Just ask him, Rose. You can do this!

Exhaling a breath,

"Um, Why.... why do you carry a knife with you?" I finally asked.

Honestly, i had expected a loud reaction from him to my sudden and unexpected question.

But with retained calmness and pinched eyebrows, he questioned back "What knife?"

Huh?

i gaped back not believing my ears.

My eyebrows slightly furrowed. Of course that made me stunned!

Recovering my senses,

"I saw the knife in your suit pocket this morning." I countered back confidently.

"Are you sure it was a knife that you saw?" He questioned me back.

What the hell!

Feigning an offended look,

"What else? Do you consider me that dumb to mistook a pen as a knife?" I retorted back sharply.

"You must be mistaken. After all, why would I carry a knife to the laboratory?" He asked back with an awkward laugh.

"That's exactly what I want to know, husband," I said with folded arms.

"I don't carry a knife, Rose" He said in a stiff tone, more like declared it and then shifted his focus back on his laptop as if the conversation was over.

I was rendered too speechless for a befitting reply. How could he lie so bluntly ?

Why is he refusing to simply accept it?

I opened my mouth to say something but closed the next second. I couldn't come up with words.

What's the even the use? He would bluntly decline.

But why?