Chapter 50 A Teary Reunion
“FCK....Dammit...” Dean growled and let go of her completely, before grabbing his groin and rolling on the floor in pain. This gave Kate enough time to resume her run.
“Stay down; I’ll get her” Shawn said to his brother who was still writhing on the ground and followed her.
Kate tried the handle of every door she encountered on the way, but they were all locked. Shawn was about to get her trapped in a corner, and that was when she saw the door to the last room on that floor. In a hurry, she furiously twisted the knob and fortunately, it was not locked. She jerked the door open and her heart skipped a beat at the sight that awaited her on the other side.
Inside the room, Quisito stood next to a window with his back turned towards her. He was shirtless and occasionally took a few sips from the glass of whiskey in his hand while observing the scenery outside. He didn’t even turn around at the sound of the door opening. And she knew that the reason was that he knew that it was her.
At that moment, she didn’t even have to think. Kate rushed forward and rammed into Quisito’s body and hugged him from the side, molding herself into his warmth. The whiskey spilled from the glass due to the force with which she collided him, but he said nothing, other than placing it down on the windowsill.
Her heart was beating thousand miles per hour as she felt something heavy being lifted of her aching chest. Her insides quivered with the knowledge that he was okay.
Her Marcus was okay...
She regretted saying those harsh words to him, with every fiber of her being. But he wasn’t the only one suffering. It has been days since she had taken a proper breath, without the feeling of hollowness in her heart.
The moment Kate touched him, she was lost.... to him.
Because he was her sanity....
“Sorry for the inconvenience Sir; I’ll take care of it” Shawn’s voice from the doorway broke her ethereal trance.
“I’m so sorry; Please let me stay with you...” Kate begged in a baby voice, digging her fingers into his torso.
“We’ll talk later Kate, now leave...” Quisito spoke at last and her heart rejoiced on hearing his husky voice that she had missed terribly. He tried to pry her hands open from either side of his body, but she clung tighter to him like there was no tomorrow.
“Come on...” Shawn said as he advanced to her and pulled her back by grabbing her shoulder, but she refused to let go of Quisito.
She dug her nails further into his body, unknowingly pressing on his bandaged wounds, causing blood to spread on the white bandage like a drop of ink on water.
“LEAVE KATE” Quisito hissed darkly, partially from the pain of the wound and partially from the turmoil inside him. Putting in a little more effort, he managed to remove her hands from either side of his body, while Shawn helped in separating her from him.
“Don’t leave me again...please Marcus...” a sob ripped from her throat when she was completely pulled away from him.
The instant he heard the ‘M’, Quisito froze and the next second he grabbed her wrist and freed her from Shawn's hold. After signaling the twin to leave, he pulled her flush to his chest. She let her shaky hands circle him once again, as she bawled her eyes out against his heart.
“Your father told you?” he asked softly and she nodded a ‘yes’ against his ribcage. He knew that she had gone to visit her father in the hospital, but he didn’t know that Winston had revealed to her about their past.
Her sobs and whimpers rattled his chest as he tried to console her by rubbing circles on her back. Few minutes passed and she finally stopped crying. Sniffing through her red nose, Kate slowly moved back and that’s when she saw his bruises for the first time. The chest that had offered her with comfort and safety countless times had been bandaged up, with crimson spots here and there.
Her eyes climbed to his upper chest, then up to his neck and settled on his handsome face that resembled that of a Greek God’s. His eyes glowed with the deepest shade of blue she had ever seen.
He was her Chris, her Marcus and her Don Quisito. Dark hairs brushed against his forehead as the wind blew inside from the window.
Hesitantly, she lifted her hand and trailed it down his face and paused her fingers on his stubbled chin, where she spotted a scar, she had never seen before. It must be new.
Covering the back of her hand with his calloused one, he brought it to his lips and placed a kiss on the inside of her palm, without breaking eye contact.
“Why?...”
The question of hers containing so much, her cracked voice confirming that she was too tired of being kept in the dark for so long.
Quisito cupped her small face with his hands.
“I’ll tell you everything” he promised, while wiping away her tears with his thumb. Entwining his fingers with hers, he led her towards the king-size bed in the middle of the room.
He placed a pillow against the headboard, before getting on the mattress and leaning against it to support his back. He then guided her to straddle over his thighs so that she was facing him.
“How is your leg?” he asked as he lifted the hem of her dress to reveal the wound that was still covered with bandage.
“The wound is fine...my heart is not...” she uttered quietly in a sad voice.
He traced the edges of the bandaged cut with his digits before covering it back with her dress and looking up at her face that had a hurt expression which made his heart clench. But soon, he was going to spill out everything to her and drag her out of her misery.
He sealed shut the door to his room by clicking on a button on the side of the bed, so that no one would interrupt them for a few hours. Pulling her closer to lay flat against his chest, he began narrating the past that her heart had been fluttering to know, ever since she had found out about Marcus.