So I am walking with a stranger. Who could be a serial killer, or a psychopathic murderer for I know...

I don't know why I desperately said 'yes' to a stranger trusting my gut feeling, which prevailed me to trust him. 'If I die today, I am gonna put a knife in my gut' I thought to myself.

'What if, you get killed, tonight?' A voice in my head asked grimly, making me shiver.

"So, where did you live?" He asked interrupting my train of anxious thoughts.

"I uh I in a rented apartment," I said in a hushed voice, "my-my landlord wanted me out so he just threw me out"

He looked at me in disbelief "why would he do that?"

I cringed because of these sudden questions, "he's just he isn't a good man, so I just took off anyway without thinking about anything."

He felt my uneasiness and dropped the subject.

"So do you work?"

"Yes, unfortunately, even if I don't want to," I glanced at him with a blank face "I have to."

He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at me, "You don't like working?"

"Who likes working?" I looked at him in disbelief.

"I do," he said firmly.

"Now I am pretty sure you are an incarnation of Hannibal Lecter"

He smiled, "so where do you work?"

I sighed, "I am a writer, a freelance writer to be precise."

He looked at me for a moment, then nodded his head and started walking.

"What do you do?" I asked him eliminating the silence.

"I-uh I I have a business, the same ol' family business you know" he chuckled nervously.

I nodded and didn't question him more.

We were walking in a calming silence, till one of my bags fell with a thud "damn it" I swore loudly.

He came in front of me "let me carry your bags" He said looking at me, then at my bags.

Which caused butterflies inside my stomach, to fly more rapidly.

"I can carry my bags. I am not weak as I look, I am tough," I said proudly. Trying to match my 5'4 figure to his 6'1 something figure. Which made him chuckle.

"Okay, tough girl. I know you can carry these bags, but you have been carrying these bags for a long time now, so give me those bags," He said taking my three bags in his hands and started walking ahead of me.

However, I didn't move a bit. I just stared at him. Nobody ever did something this nice for me, for an extremely long time. All I got treated was as shitty as possible. 'I don't understand why he's being so nice to me, maybe he wants something I thought to myself being skeptical of him.

He stopped and turned around looking at me "Hey, are you coming, or not?" He asked tapping his foot on the road.

"Coming" I yelled back.

"Are you okay?" He surged towards me, with worry in his eyes. Man, stop it already with this worried face.

"I am okay. I am just tired, let's go," I walked rubbing my eyes with the back of my hands.

"Are you sure, you are okay?" He asked with concern lacing in his voice. Yep, he's going to kill me.

"Never been better," I said with a nervous chuckle.

After walking for some more time we reached, where his car was parked. He started putting my bags in the trunk of his car.

"So, why is your car here, and you were like a mile away?" I asked frowning.

"Uhh, I wanted to walk I guess," He mumbled scratching the back of his head.

"You wanted to have a walk, in the middle of nowhere?" I looked at him, quizzically.

"Perhaps, I came here because I knew you were here?" He said folding his arms on his chest.

"Huh, do you think there is a possibility I am a serial killer and I kill guys like this because once a guy stood me up at a deserted road?" I cackled.

"Why do you have this fascination with serial killers, murders, or any gore thing?" He looked at me with his one eyebrow arched looking amused.

I came near him while maintaining eye contact, "Because maybe I am a killer," I whispered while holding a pen near his neck.

He lightly held my hand and looked at me, "try me, Chucky." He smirked making me laugh.

"Let's go" He added.

He opened the passenger seat for me. I hopped into the seat. He closed the door, such a gentleman. Then he sat in the driver's seat and started driving.

I rested my face on the window, and my eyes started closing on their own because of exhaustion. I tried staying up, but my eyes started getting droopy and I fell asleep.

"Hey, wake up" Someone was tapping my shoulder, gently.

"Chuck, wake up," Someone said tapping my shoulder, again.

I groaned, opened my eyes, and saw the same blue eyes staring at me. My eyes got wide but then it dawned upon me what happened, and why was I with this stranger.

I jumped out of the car "Thank you so much, Isaac." I said now facing him.

He scratched his neck, "it's fine, it was my responsibility."

"So, it's goodbye now" I mumbled awkwardly and went inside the motel leaving him outside.

"Bye, take care." I heard his now faded voice.

A grumpy old woman was sitting behind the counter, and on the side, there was an old leather sofa that had small scratches and holes.

The old lady looked at me, "room for one or two?"

"One" I replied, after getting my keys I went to my room and flopped on the squeaky mattress.

"I need to find a better place," I mumbled and my eyes drifted to sleep.

***
I woke up at around 10 and immediately checked my phone for the emails, but there was no WiFi connection. I groaned and went to the counter where now an old man was reading a newspaper.

"Excuse me, can I please get the WiFi password?"

He looked at me with a blank expression, "no WiFi."

"There's no WiFi?" I looked at him in disbelief. What century are they living in?

"If you want WiFi, go someplace else." He said without glancing at me.

"Dave, you really should get WiFi around here." A deep voice said behind me.

I looked in the direction of the voice, "Isaac?"

"Hello, Miss Chucky" he smirked.

Dave immediately stood up and looked at Isaac gaping like a fish, "yes-yes Alpha, I mean--Isaac, I will just ask the company," he rushed outside without looking at me.

I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at Isaac, "what was that?"

"Uh nothing, I just asked him for the WiFi service." He said nonchalantly and flopped on the leather sofa.

"No, I mean, what are you doing?"

He looked at me with confusion, "sitting?"

I rolled my eyes at his obliviousness, "what are you doing here? Are you following me?"

"Why would I follow you?"

"To kill me?" I rolled my hands on my chest.

"If I wanted to kill you, I would have already killed you, last night where there were no witnesses."

"Then why are you here?"

"I also live here?" He was now standing and had his hands also rolled on his chest. Damn, those muscles.

"You live here?" I practically screamed at him but then looked around and whispered, "in this shithole?"

He chuckled, "it's not that bad?"

"They don't even have WiFi" I looked at him with annoyance.

He smiled, "yes but it's habitable, so it's fine."

I shook my head in annoyance, "I guess so."

"So are you planning to live here for a long time?" He looked at me with anticipation.

"No, it's just temporary," I sighed and looked at him, "I will get a place soon, I just need some time to find a place and then move in so yeah."

"Where will you get a place?"

"I don't know yet, I am not sure though," I furrowed my eyebrows. I didn't even think about it before leaving, I just ran without thinking about the consequences.

"Tell me if you need any help, I will gladly help you," he smiled but there was a hint of something else which I couldn't point my finger on.