Chapter 44

Eros Robinson's POV

Again and again, I, who was seven years old at that time, had to witness with my own eyes the violent arguments between my parents. The man I called my father pushed my mother's body hard until she fell next to me. It didn't stop there, my father also threw objects around at my mother. I, who was still small at that time, could only watch everything while crying.

One morning, a strong tug on my leg woke me up from my deep sleep. My father pulled me down and then dragged me out of the room. “Damn child! You might be so fast asleep that you don't even know that your mother has run away from this house. Quickly stop her! You have to prevent her from leaving this house, Eros!" Exclaimed my father, who that morning looked more angry than usual. Hearing the call, I immediately got up and ran fast towards the front door of our house.

There I saw my mother in a hurry to put a large suitcase into the trunk of the car. I immediately ran towards her and hugged her lower body. "Mom, where are you going?" I asked while continuing to shed tears.

"I'm sorry, Eros. I had to leave because I couldn't stand the treatment of your father anymore." My mother said as she tried to release my hug from her.

“Take me along, Mom. I want to be with you.” I whined and kept trying to tighten my hug.

But with the strength of an adult woman, she let go of my arms and pushed my body until I staggered and fell to the ground. "I can't take you Eros because I still have to support your little brother later. Living costs will be greater if you come to live with us. So, you have to stay here with your father. You are a man, so you have to be strong to face everything. Forgive me, please." She said then she immediately got into the car and drove the car out of the yard. I, who had not yet given up, stood up and ran, trying to catch the car while continuing to call, until I fell to the ground and was unconscious.

Then after that, I woke up in a room in the hospital and found that my whole body was in pain. I thought that it was all just a dream but I saw my father looking at me full of anger. My face turned red and from then on, I had to go through a life full of torture until I was fifteen years old. I live in luxury, but living with an old man who has a mental disorder certainly doesn't make me happy.

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I opened my eyes and found my whole body covered in cold sweat. My breathing was irregular and I felt hit by deep anxiety. Until I realized that at that time I was in Freshia's treatment room and sitting next to her. I immediately turned towards the bed and was surprised to find Freshia looking at me with a frown. She looked at me with a strange look. I, who still couldn't control my emotions, immediately wiped my face and went out of the room.

Arriving outside the room, I immediately hit the wall in front of me and continued to try to control my breathing which was still ragged. Damn, damn, damn! I cursed myself. Why does the nightmare come back? I thought. The anxiety didn't leave my heart until I finally decided to contact John and tell him to take my place looking after Freshia. After that, I rushed to George's private room to tell him what had just happened to me.

Arriving at George's room, I immediately pushed open the door and leaned against it. George, who was previously focused on the monitor screen in front of him, immediately approached me and swiftly carried me to the rest room which was in his private room. Then he laid my body down on the only bed there. “Help me, George. It happened again." I said before finally, my consciousness disappeared.

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Freshia Ava's POV

“Mom, don't. Do not go. Do not leave me alone." I heard a faint voice beside me. I could feel a groan in those words. Slowly I tried to open my eyes and saw Eros who was sleeping sitting next to me. I couldn't see his face clearly because his face was facing down towards my bed. However, I could clearly see the beads of sweat running down the back of his neck and temples which were slightly visible because his face was tilted slightly.

I was just about to wake him up, but he woke up first. Eros immediately sat up straight in his chair. With his eyes looking uncertain and his breathing still irregular, as well as beads of sweat dripping down his face and body, he looked very restless. I looked at him in surprise because this was the first time I had seen his uncontrolled facial expression.

He looked as if he had lost his way and didn't seem to fully wake up. Until finally our eyes met. I caught a sad look from those two blue eyes. It looks clear like a calming pool of water. But a split second later, his gaze turned intense, and stared at me sharply. Eros immediately rubbed his face roughly and let out a long breath. After that he got up from his seat and just walked out of the room, leaving me alone.

Did he just have a nightmare? But why did it get that bad? I felt great anxiety from him. I said to myself when I saw his body disappear behind the door. Then I found that the side of my bed was wet, apparently from Eros' sweat. I don't know where, but suddenly I felt worry in my heart. But as usual, I always brushed it off and tried to forget what I had just witnessed. That's none of my business. I thought.

A few minutes passed and I saw the door to my treatment room open, revealing John's figure there. I intended not to interfere but why doesn't the worry in my heart go away? Until finally I decided to ask the man who was now sitting on the sofa at the end of the room.

"Where is Eros? Usually, he takes care of me?” I asked John who was now looking at me.

"Mr. Eros has urgent matters so he cannot accompany you," John answered casually.

“Is he okay? Earlier I saw him looking like he wasn't feeling well and was in a hurry to get out of here," I said again.

“No need to worry, Miss. Mr. Eros knows his condition better than anyone and he will never be careless about it."

"In that case, thank God." I tried to get rid of the worries I felt even though in reality, those feelings were still there.