"Why are you here?" My question was mainly directed at Vulcan, but Noir answered instead.

"I wanted to have breakfast with you, but the door was open, and he was just..." he glances at Vulcan, "standing here."

There's a variety of emotions and expressions on Vulcan's face, but eventually, he settled on a confused and angry look.

I'm pretty sure he's angry at himself for being confused, confused about what exactly, I'm not sure.

He strides towards me, and I remain still.

He then grabs my shoulder and turns me around so my back is facing him, I hear Noir gasping.

"What the fuck man, Let him go!" Noir yelled.

"Seriously Vulcan, let me go!" I sneered at him and struggled to turn myself away.

Instead, he throws me on the bed and restraints my movements.

Noir tries to pull him off of me, but he gets pushed aside by Vulcan.

"Ugh!" Yelled Noir.

"Why?" Vulcan asked.

I looked over my shoulder, "Why what?" I asked, confused by his sudden question.

"..." he didn't get to answer because he was pulled and thrown away by Mr. Raynard, while Maverick tended to Noir.

Mr. Raynard helps me up and puts himself between me and Vulcan, phone in his hand he was dialing the emergency number.

"So annoying," Vulcan said as he got up and dusted himself off.

"Vulcan, I know you're my boss, but you're going overboard with this!" Maverick said.

"It's because everyone keeps interfering and not letting us have a conversation," Vulcan explained.

"What kind of conversation does one have when the other person is crushing him and forcing him down?" I argued, "You were clearly not interested in talking to my face, rather..." I trailed off.

"I was just shocked, I didn't know it was this severe!" He said, referring to my injury.

"And does anyone act like tHAT YOU MANNERLESS SHIT?!" I started small, but I couldn't help but yell at him, taking a step closer in anger, but Mr. Raynard pulls me away and holds me back with one arm while the other is still holding the phone.

"Why are you making a big deal out of this? We used to play rough all the time back then. Don't be so sensitive," he disregards.

I scoff, "Play rough? Is that what you tell yourself to help you sleep at night? What you call "play rough" Is considered physical assault, we are adults now Vulcan, we're no longer kids, there's no excuse for your behavior, not then and not now, you broke into my apartment and physically assaulted me," I honestly feel like talking to a wall.

"I didn't break in. The door wasn't locked," Vulcan defended himself. Out of everything I said, this is what he heard.

I sigh and turn to walk away from him, but since Mr. Raynard still has a tight hold on me, I don't get that far away.

I'm now, however, horribly frigid in his arms, his hand is directly in contact with my back scar, feeling the pressure of his hand on my stiff skin-like tissue, I instinctively hold my breath.

"Cops are on their way," Mr. Raynard stated.

"..." I didn't say anything, I need to get out of his hold. it's too much.

While his hold on my neck felt grounding at the club, his hold on my back made my skin crawl, I hate when people touch me, especially where my skin is burnt.

I feel the need to itch it.

Like when you itch a recently dried and stiff cut, and only feel satisfied after you've pulled off all that dried layer.

I'm fighting the urge to do this to myself, I started mumbling "...hand,"

Mr. Raynard may have not heard me the first time because he asked, "What?"

"Take off your hand," I repeated, and he did.

I stumbled back and hurriedly walked to the bathroom, dropped on my knees before the toilet seat, and emptied whatever little food I had the night before.

Even after that, I still felt nauseous.

The shower I had taken earlier felt worthless, I was covered in sweat, and the smell of vomit wasn't helping. I flushed the toilet and washed my face, rinsing my mouth before brushing my teeth.

Once I felt somewhat clean, I left the bathroom, everyone was still there, while Noir and Vulcan argued.

The cops have yet to arrive, I walk to my dresser and grab some clothes to cover up, I doubt they'll come. It's the Abyss, after all.

"Don't waste your time," I said.

"What?" Both Mr. Raynard and Noir turned around and asked.

"Noir, you're arguing with a brick, and Mr. Raynard, cops don't come here," I told the newcomers to the Abyss.

Mr. Raynard frowned while Noir grabbed Vulcan by his collar, "Then I'm gonna sledgehammer my point if he doesn't get lost!" He warned the Eagle hybrid.

Vulcan scoffs and rolls his eyes, saying "Please," he was looking down on Noir.

Noir pulls his arm back, ready to deliver a punch, but the poor thing gets dragged away by Maverick.

"Let me go!" He yelled and argued with Maverick trying to free himself.

I feel an incoming headache with all this yelling, so I tell Maverick to take Noir and leave.

The Shark hybrid did so, I'm grateful that he didn't take him back to his apartment, but out of the building instead.

Now I'm left with these two.

I look at both of them, Mr. Raynard was arguing on the phone with the emergency officer, while Vulcan was looking around my apartment.

I should move out. Too many people know where I live, I don't like that, I kind of feel exposed.

Which I was today.

My phone rings, so I move to check the caller ID, I frown when I see the caller ID.

<<Paloma>>

Paloma usually doesn't call me unless it's about something she thinks is important, but I don't.

I pressed the volume down button so I could silence the phone, but I did not decline the call either, letting it go to voicemail.

If it's something important, she'll leave a voicemail or send a text.

A knock on my apartment door was heard, and I put down my phone to answer it.

Two police officers were standing outside my apartment, asking about a break-in.

I let them in and pointed at Vulcan.

They stood still, I know they'll give us trouble especially because Vulcan is well known in the area.

Vulcan is the richest man in the Abyss, dressed in all luxurious brands and tailored suits, it wasn't shocking to me when one of the cops said, "I think there's a misunderstanding here," then he wanted to confirm the report, "you called us about a break-in, correct?"

"Yes." Both Mr. Raynard and I answered.

"And Mr. Vulcan here," he gestured at a bored-looking Vulcan, checking the time on his expensive watch, "is the culprit?"

Again, "Yes."

"I'd also like to report him for assault and file an emergency restraining order," I added.

"C'mon Puma, don't be like that," Vulcan whined.

The cops were gobsmacked.

"Are you guys gonna do your jobs?" Mr. Raynard asked. From his tone, you can tell he was already fed up.

Way to spend your weekend morning.

After that, the cops took our statements, and we gave them Noir and Maverick's numbers. They gave me the Emergency Restraining Order and took Vulcan with them, I don't really know what they're gonna do with him, and I don't really care.

One more person to get rid of. I thought as I looked at a frustrated-looking Mr. Raynard.

"What a morning," he sighed.

"..." I didn't say anything, but I walked the small distance to my kitchen and started getting breakfast ready.

He looked out of place, standing in the middle of my apartment, looking around the tiny space.

"Find a place to sit, I'll make breakfast, so have some before you go," I told him as I took the ingredients for waffles out.

I saw him open his mouth as I turned around, but he didn't say anything.

He sat where he slept first, and after a while, he asked, "You don't have a TV?"

"No."

"What about watching the news?" He asked.

"I use my phone," I lied, I don't use my phone, I read things on the Dark Web before they're published to the public.

"What about streaming services?" He's quite intrigued today.

"I prefer reading," I do, I have a whole bookshelf where my TV should be instead.

Mr. Raynard hums, his head turning to the left from my bookshelf to my desk space.

I have three screens, and I'm pretty sure for a temporary assistant, it seems odd to have that many screens at home.

He looks at them for a while before I can feel him turning around and looking at me, I take one glance at him and see his arched eyebrow, so I ignore him and continue cooking the waffles.

After being ignored, he stands up and starts looking through the books in my collection.

Most of my books are about other species of human hybrids, I read them to have a better attitude and knowledge when I have to deal with situations that involve them.

I pour the waffle mix into the waffle maker, and while it's cooking, I start preparing coffee.

I make his coffee like I have memorized him to like it and make mine iced.

Another thing I splurged on during the past few years was an ice maker, I like cold stuff and cold drinks.

I finished everything and set up the plates at the kitchen island, I put two waffles on Mr. Raynard's plate and two on mine, I called for Mr. Raynard, while I grabbed a few things, ice cream, berries, butter, chocolate, and syrup.

"Ice cream for breakfast?" It doesn't sound like he's asking but rather complaining.

"You want it on your waffles or not?" I asked, my hand ready to close the ice cream tub.

"Yes, please," thought so.

After putting all his toppings in, he gets comfortable and starts eating.

I honestly thought he'd not even bother eating the food I made. It's not like he bothers with the coffee I make at the office.

Right... the coffee. I get up and grab his and mine before going back to enjoy my breakfast.

Once I placed both coffees down, I took my seat and ate in silence. It's not like I have anything to say, and usually, when I have breakfast alone, I eat while listening to the girls next door as they talk about their day plans.

"You're a great cook," Mr. Raynard complemented after he was done with his first waffle.

"..." What do I say to that? I thought as I paused eating.

I think I shouldn't say anything about that. Otherwise, just like before, the past will repeat itself.

I resume eating in silence.

"You should say something. Why are you making it hard to have a conversation with you?" Mr. Raynard complained.

"I prefer eating in silence," I replied.

"..." For a moment, he doesn't say anything. He even slowed down eating, "What are you planning to do about Vulcan?" He asked.

I paused eating again, I honestly didn't think he'd ask me about him. Rather, I thought he'd ask about my scar.

"Nothing," I answered.

"What do you mean? Aren't you worried? It doesn't seem like he'll give up," Mr. Raynard frowned.

"Worrying isn't worth it when it comes to Vulcan. One way or another, he always finds a way to come back." I answered as I watched the ice cream melt.

"Were you guys together? He seems like he has feelings for you." Mr. Raynard asked, and I couldn't help the disgusted look that took over my face.

"Vulcan only has feelings for himself. That is how it is with narcissists, I'm an unfinished game to him, I was his source of amusement when we were young." It only stopped because he thought I was dead.

No matter what I said back then, his bullying and harassment never stopped, and the only warning he got was a slap on the wrist.

People can't get affected by my bad luck, but because they think they do, their mind is only focused on negative thoughts when they're around me, which is what they attract to their lives by their own thinking.

Other than Paloma, Vulcan is the only person who can make my bad luck even worse.

One was destined to be lucky, and the other is too full of himself to not be.

I look down at my waffle, and it is now soaking in melted ice cream. Having been lost in thought about the past, I lost my appetite.

This is why I eat in silence.

"..." Mr. Raynard doesn't say anything further, and I just focus on drinking my iced coffee.

After he finishes his waffles, he drinks his coffee in silence, I'm sure he likes it because his eyebrow went up like he was shocked, and then he continued drinking.

I felt like teasing him since he refused to eat in silence, so I asked, "Are you gonna start drinking the coffee I make for you at the office?"

He almost spat the coffee, but he swallows it, clears his throat, and mumbles, "Yeah."

I chuckle, that's very childish of him.

As I stirred my coffee with the straw, I could feel him staring.

"You have a nice smile," he compliments.

I didn't say anything to that, I honestly don't know how to react to compliments because usually there's a hidden agenda behind them.

Before, when I didn't know better when I was looking for approval and recognition when someone complimented me on a task or something, they did it because they wanted me to do it for them.

But what does a human hybrid like Mr. Raynard wants from me? I thought as I sipped my coffee.

Doesn't he have everything he wants? What are his intentions? I'm pretty sure if he had the chance to get rid of me, he would take it.

After all, he didn't want to hire me to begin with.

I wash the dishes while Mr. Raynard uses my bathroom, I should walk him to the train station after this.

He shouldn't walk Inside the Abyss by himself, and taxis don't come here.

I wear my so-called running shoes, I don't run though, I fly if I have to, although it's not allowed everywhere, and you could get fined.

Mr. Raynard comes out once he's done, "When are you gonna fix your heater?" He asked, probably Noir told him about the broken heater when he went over there.

He asks like I'm gonna actually get it fixed, "I like it broken," I answered as I opened the door, "got all your things?" I asked.

"Yes, and how are you supposed to have people over if you won't fix it?" He stood next to me while I locked the door.

"Trust me, I don't want them here," I said as I looked at him.

There was a moment of silence where both of us just stared at each other.

"I guess being a welcoming host isn't your strongest virtue," Mr. Raynard said before he walked past me to call for the elevator.

"I guess it is..." Since I never wanted to be one.

Nothing was said after that, and we walked quietly to the train station, I paid attention to our surroundings in case someone tried to come closer to Mr. Raynard and pick his pockets.

Once we were standing at the platform, I turned around to face him, "I think this is far enough, I'm sure you can find your way back, see you on Monday sir," I stepped back once I saw the train slow to a halt, giving way to other passengers.

He nods at me and says, "See you," then turns around and gets inside the train, I watch the doors close as he turns around, I wait until the train leaves before I start my walk home.

I stopped by a real estate office and picked up a few of the listings to view.

It's time to move out.

Too many people know where I live. It's uncomfortable, I'm used to pitch-black darkness when I open my door, with no traces of company and light.

Happiness, love, and laughter don't exist within these walls, only pain, and sadness.

These kinds of negative feelings shouldn't be shared. They should be contained here. In this black hole of an apartment, I'm the only one who can handle it.

I was born for this anyway. I thought as I shut the door behind me.