Chapter 11 - Edited Once

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We remained silent, Jaxon was ignoring me, and I was... not.

So I had to break this dull silence that was eating me alive without any toppings. "Jaxon, I have one question," I said, looking at him. I put my elbows on my knees and my palms under my chin. He was still lying on the couch with closed eyes, he looked down in deep slumber, but I did not feel bad for talking.

"What?" he replied irritatedly, still closing his eyes and not moving an inch. Lazy butt...

I cleared my throat and then breathed. "Why are you not treating me like a real kidnapped girl, you know... like, putting me in a cell and tying me to a chair or something? Torture me?" I asked seriously.

I mean, come on... What kind of kidnappers are they?

"Well, do you want to be treated like that?" He then lifted his head and looked at me, raising his eyebrows in amusement.

I shook my head immediately. "What?! No, no, of course not. I was wondering, that's all," I replied with a pout.

He has to make everything complicated. I just asked a simple question.

"Because we know you won't run after that threat," he stated with a sigh.

True, I won't risk Adrian's life or anyone in my family. They are too precious.

"And the boss said not to hurt you," he finished, then closed his eyes again.

"I don't understand your boss. What does he want from me? I have nothing," I replied, looking at the fireplace, tired.

"No idea," he whispered then he fell asleep. Like actual sleep. Great, now for the prank.

I walked through the house to find something I could use for my prank, and I did. I was surprised to find it. It was 19:23, and it was dark outside since we were in winter. Jaxon was still sleeping, and the boys were out.

I did not think that Owen would come back soon.

Perfect for my prank. I hope I get a good reaction from him.

I turned off the lights and opened the fog machine. I don't know why on earth they have a fog machine in the house, but I'm glad I found it. It gives effects and adds to the mystery.

I put on some makeup I bought today, and looked like the creepy mummy. I looked in the mirror. Damn, I'm good.

I wore a big-big white towel around my body -above my clothes, of course- and put some stickers that glowed in the dark on the towel and started making creepy noises and laughs. I stood behind the couch in a position that Jaxon wouldn't see me right away and waited. He started shifting in his sleep, then opened his beautiful green, peaceful eyes. Not for long.

He looked around him and saw nothing but total darkness. Then he put his legs on the ground and stood up. "What the?" he looked at the floor and felt the fog. "Ariel, Ariel, where are you?" He called while sounding a little panicked.

Oh, come on, just turn around. I'm behind you, you idiot, and I have glowing stickers on my face. Do you need more hints? Turn.

"Ariel, don't play-" He finally turned. "What in the actual hell?" He screamed a very manly scream. I was hoping for a girly scream to make fun of him. Well, he's a man, alright.

I did not move or laugh or anything. I just stood there. Looking creepy but cute. You know... Ariel's way.

"Ariel? Come on, knock it off." He walked toward me but looked uneasy and nervous. I still did not move. "Ariel," he warned and stood right in front of me. We were like two inches apart. He's too close.

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