Mag-log inThe person I bumped into is none other than Dashiell. I smiled at him, but he groaned again, saying, "Your head's hard as a rock. And, what's with the rush? Did a cockroach attack you in your sleep?"
I shake my head and reply, "No, it's not that. I was heading to Mr. Thomas's room to ask about something."
"Hmm. What is it that you will ask my dad about, and at this hour too?"
I suddenly felt conscious and didn't know how to explain my point so I didn't talk for about a minute, causing Dashiell to sigh and talk again.
"I got back a few minutes ago. I heard from dad that you were looking for me. Well, I'm here now so what do you want to say?"
"First of all, I'm sorry for bumping into you. I was thinking about why you weren't back at dinner when you told mama that you'll be back by then. I sent you a message, but I didn't get a reply so I thought that something bad must have happened to you which is why I rushed out of my room to ask Mr. Thomas about it."
"Ah, that; I had to accomplish something which is why I got back later than what I promised. I guess I got myself too absorbed into it that's why I didn't notice your message. Sorry, my bad. That being said, I think all is okay now so let's go to sleep. Good night!"
As Dashiell turned his back to go to his bedroom, I grab his hand while yelling 'Wait.'
He raised his eyebrow and asked "What?"
I answered, "The electric piano in my room; you're the one who got it for me, aren't you?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"I just want to thank you for it. Thank you, Dashiell."
"Ah, okay. I thought it was defective that's why you were looking for me."
"No! And even if that were the case, I wouldn't look for you just to complain. If anything, I will still thank you."
I paused briefly, then uttered with a genuine smile, "The piano has a good quality. I'll take good care of it."
"Geez! Don't mention it. Since we're done here, I may go now, right? Can you let go of my hand? I think you've squeezed it enough."
The comment caused me to flush slightly. I didn't realize that I haven't let go of Dashiell's hand until he told me so. And to think, I've been squeezing it all along. I apologized to Dashiell, but he just waved it off and reassured me that it's okay. Dashiell wishes me good night again and turns to walk away, but I stop him by calling his name. I don't know why, but I felt lonely when he turned away. I felt like I need to talk to him more like Mr. Thomas suggested. Somehow, I got the urge to ask him, "Dashiell, can we talk a little longer?"
Dashiell looks bewildered by my question for he raises an eyebrow.
Barely a minute later, I ask again, "Can we talk a little longer?" while showing him a somewhat pleading look.
Dashiell sighed, then said, "Okay, but first, promise me you're not going to fall asleep on me."
"I promise, I won't."
"Just make sure you won't 'cause I'll leave you lying on the floor if you do."
"Absolutely!"
"Let's go to the living room then."
"Okay."
In the living room, Dashiell gathered light snacks for us. When we settled on the sofa, Dashiell begins, "So, what do you want to talk about?"
"You know, I've been wondering how we're getting by since we're all hiding and no one's reporting to work."
"I trade two to three times a week and I have many savings from my previous employment. On rare occasions, like what I did today, I take on part-time jobs."
"Oh! I see. I have heard of trading before, but I never understood how it works. By the way, what was your work before? And what kind of part-time job do you take on?"
"I used to work as a freelance elite ethical hacker. The nature of the part-time job I take on is pretty much similar to my previous work. I hope that's enough explanation as to why we don't have financial-related problems."
I nodded in understanding. As I think about Dashiell's answer, new questions enter my mind.
"Um, Dashiell, how were you able to work before when you're connected to Mr. Thomas who is wanted by the authorities? No, more like, how were you even able to finish schooling? You were just around my age when Mr. Thomas was framed along with Dr. Al and mama, right? So, how come you were able to graduate and secure a job afterward?"
Dashiell sighs, "Your questions are too long and require too many details as usual. This is troublesome, but fine I'll tell you."
My eyes perked up at that. I can finally know more about Dashiell.
I'm halfway finished with my bottled water when Dashiell spoke, "Cheers to you for clearing this phase."It took me seconds to register what he said. When it did, I squealed in delight. Dashiell chuckles at my reaction and resumes, "I get it, you're happy but don't squeal like that especially when you're sitting next to someone; you'll blast their eardrums.""Sorry.""It's okay. Just don't do it next time.""Got that.""Anyway, you did well in all the tests. Good job!""Yay! I did it! Thank you, Dashiell.""Haha, thank yourself instead, and don't get too elated just yet as this is only the first phase. There are still two more.""I know but still I can't help but be happy knowing that I have the potential to succeed. It's like I feel more motivated now to continue with this. That being said, please continue guiding me."Dashiell titters and ruffles my hair, saying, "Yeah, okay.""Hey, stop that! You're messing my
Arriving at the training room, I noticed that several gym equipment had been set up. When I asked what those equipment are doing inside, Dashiell said that he will test if I'm fit enough to clear this phase and move onto the next one. With that, I started warming-up by doing some breathing exercises, stretching, and light cardio exercises.When I finished warming-up, Dashiell explained that between each test, there's a five-minute interval in which I could take a little rest. Then, without further ado, he started testing me. Beginning with a speed test, I underwent a flying 30m sprint test, 40m Cycling Sprint Test, and a Plate Tapping Test. My punching speed was also tested.Moving on, my power was put on a test. In that test, my punching power was measured. I did bench presses too as well as basketball throws in a seated position. Following such, I had the vertical jump test, drop jump test, standing broad jump test, and a power clean repet
Before I could ask my first question, Dashiell supplied that he was the one who named Pillow. He explained, "When I first brought Pillow home, I observed that she likes sleeping on pillows so one day I thought out loud that I will name her Pillow which she seemed to had liked since she purred right then."After that, Dashiell didn't speak for a minute so I thought I could start with my first question. "So, when and where-"And just like that, Dashiell interrupts me and steals the rest of the words out of my mouth, saying, "When and where did I get Pillow from, huh? I got her two years ago when I was going back to the bunker from my tiring work.""You mean, Pillow was once a stray kitten?""Ah, no. I got her from an animal shelter. She-"This time it's me who interrupts him. "Awesome! You adopted her then?""Geez! Let me finish, will you?" responded a seemingly annoyed Dashiell"Oops, sorry! I got excited, " was my shy reply.Da
The sound of my phone's alarm woke me up. I jolted out of my bed to wash my face and brush my teeth. Afterwhich, I left my room to proceed to the aisle leading to our common exit. I tried to hide as I await for Dashiell to pass by. I opted to do it that way because I have no way of checking if Dashiell is already on his way to visit his "beloved one" unless I checked him in his room which is something that I'm scared to attempt.A few minutes had elapsed and I'm feeling a bit drowsy. Please Dashiell, just show up already. And just like an answered prayer, Dashiell appeared seconds after. He is carrying a backpack which I assume, contains some food. Less than a minute after he went past the spot where I stand, I followed him from behind. I walked as stealthily as I could; however, Dashiell's senses are so sharp that he noticed that someone's following him. He demanded that I reveal myself. I revealed myself and I felt mortified for being discovered which is why w
Right now, I'm lying on my bed thinking about what's happened since my talk with Dashiell. It's been two days since our talk in the living room. The next day after our talk I tried waking up as early as four in the morning, but I didn't manage to get up even after setting up an alarm time. It's not surprising though considering the time I slept, and well, my personality. I've always been like this; a heavy sleeper. Gosh! I missed out on seeing Dashiell before he left. Mr. Thomas said he left for an errand and to visit his beloved one. That "beloved one" thing always gets me. Ever since I heard about it, I can't stop wondering who that "beloved one" is. Even though Dashiell said it's not his girlfriend, I can't help but think it's his girlfriend that he visits a lot, like come on who would wake up earlier than five in the morning then later after training, rush out of this bunker just to meet someone. It's not like I'm trying to stalk Dashiell, I only want to know who he meets with.
Dashiell opened the light snacks he got for us and offered me to eat them with him. I reluctantly agreed albeit I don't feel like eating at this hour when I am supposed to be sleeping. I thought if I don't accept Dashiell's offer, he would get offended which I don't want to happen.In between Dashiell's munching on our snacks, he begins, "My dad asked help from his friend, uncle Ray, who we discovered as the owner of the inn where our common entrance is located. I don't know if I should call this fate or coincidence, but uncle Ray happened to be an acquaintance of your uncle Bob. He said that your uncle Bob once saved him from a hospital debt. Your uncle Bob paid more than half of his hospital bills. Back to uncle Ray, he registered himself as my legal guardian. As you might expect, we lied that dad had disappeared without my knowledge, leaving me orphaned. Naturally, my registered address was changed into that of uncle Ray's that's why I was able to finish my studies without