"One month," I growled "And they still haven't given up yet."
Bryant circled something on the newspaper and looked up at me.
"Look at you," he replied "It's been one month and you haven't given up yet."
"Oh, I am sick of this," I said, angrily "And I think I should warn them that the longer they take to get me the power, the more I'll torture the girl."
Bryant didn't answer. He turned back to his newspaper.
I stood up and sighed.
"I am tired of babysitting that brat." I cried "I never thought I'd have to keep her alive for so long."
"It's only been a month." Bryant replied. Then he smiled "Or to you, a year!"
I raised an eyebrow.
"Um…today's the last day of the year. Get it? It's been a year!" Bryant said smiling at his stupid joke.
I shook my head and left the room.
I really was getting tired of her. In the evening, when I came home from a bit of work, she was sitting on my favorite couch.
"Nice and comfy?" I taunted, walking up to her. "Shall I get you an extra pillow?"
She gulped and stood up at once.
"Get lost!" I screamed.
She started to run to the basement, where I clearly remembered locking her before I left.
I sat down and relaxed. Deep inside me, I just wished I could kill her but I couldn't. I had to give proof that she was alive after a month.
"Ah," a voice said, breaking my thoughts "You're home."
"Yup," I replied, not turning around.
"I can tell you're home when poor Ash disappears," Bryant said, sitting down beside me.
I snorted in reply.
"You know," he said, thoughtfully "I was thinking…."
"I'm thinking of adopting,"
I turned around to glare at him.
"Why?" I said, disgusted "You've seen this one. Kids are slimy, dirty and annoying."
"I've had a child before, Evan," he said, smiling "I have experience. And I was thinking of starting a family again so…yeah…adopting won't be a bad idea."
"Do whatever you want," I replied, closing my eyes "Just not inside my house."
"Oh, no, no, I'll find a nice little cottage by the woods or something, one with a nice open area. I'll find a job or maybe I'll just open another clinic. Then, I will live with my only daughter."
"Daughter?" I said, opening one eye and grinning "Why?"
"Oh, well, I like daughters. I know most people prefer sons but…daughters are quiet and less messy."
I frowned and shook my head.
"I've chosen a child already," he said "and I'll get a job soon, too. Now there's just one problem."
"What?" I said, not expecting what he said next.
"I want Ash,"
I didn't answer. Bryant's statement had startled me.
"Look, Evan," he explained "She'll just end up dead here. You're planning to kill her anyway even if they pay you or not. But give her to me. She reminds me of my own daughter. I'll keep her as mine."
I pressed my lips together. Anger boiled up inside me.
"No," I whispered.
"I'm not saying I want an answer now," Bryant said, ignoring my real answer "Take some time. Think about it. It's like killing two birds with one stone….well, three birds actually. You won't have to worry about Ash anymore and we'll both become a family,"
I shook my head.
"No," I snapped "The girl stays here and I'll kill her myself right here."
I didn't wait for Bryant's response. I went to my bedroom, imagining how enjoyable it'll be to finally tear that pathetic girl into pieces.