Chapter 38 Another Disaster (Part 2)
The game ended with a touchdown by me and the crowd went up in painstakingly loud cheers! I always wondered how peaceful victories would be if they did that V sign like in the Hunger Games instead of shouting their fucking heads off!
“We’re headed to the party, Dan. You coming or what?!”, Greg asked me, running along with me off the field.
“I don’t know, man”, I mumbled, heading over to the locker room to change out of my filthy jersey.
I checked my phone just as I unlocked my locker. I almost dropped it in astonishment when I realized there was a missed call from Ayesha… in fact, there were 6!!
A weird, unsettling sensation fluttered in my chest! The fact that she was desperate enough to call me for help was bad enough…. but that too 6 fucking times! Something was very fucking wrong!
I called her… I called her multiple times but she didn’t pick up.
I hurriedly changed and headed to my car!
My mind raced as I considered all possibilities. She couldn’t be at her dorm because then she wouldn’t have a plausible reason to call me… she was probably still on campus! But there was no one there… so she was probably alone!
I almost bumped into a car with mine that was parked beside me and then I sped off to campus, going wildly over the speed limit!
What new trouble had she gotten herself into now, I silently wondered!
Screeching to a halt, I stopped the car at the entrance, rushing in! Shooting the security guard a withering look before he could ask me for ID! He quietly sat back down, the old wise man that he was.
I kept trying her phone as I searched the cafeteria and common rooms… wondering where she could be!
Then it suddenly hit me to search the locker room!
I almost didn’t believe it when my gaze fell on her crumpled form, huddled on the cold, hard floor!
A foreign pain seared through me as I ran to her!
“Ayesha, wake up! Jesus fuck! Ayesha, what are you doing here?”, I growled at her, anger and concern warring within me.
I quickly picked her up in my arms, her skin deathly cold to the touch, worrying me to fucking death itself as I sat down on a bench with her in my grasp!
Groggy-eyed, she slowly blinked up at me in confusion! She rubbed at her eyes but didn’t respond as if she was in an inebriated state!
“Love, can you talk?!”, I asked her, keeping my tone soft so as not to shock her.
“Hmm… Daniel?”, she muttered rubbing again at her eyes and letting go of her towel in the process. It almost slipped wholly off before she got conscious enough to grab it quickly and tighten it around herself, just below her shoulders and underneath her armpits.
She shivered hard in my lap, making me realize she was wearing nothing but a towel in this icy cold room. I quickly shrugged out of my jacket and placed it around her shoulders as she sat up in my lap, looking up at me all hazy-eyed!
“Can you talk?”, I asked her, hugging her to me, hoping to warm her cold body with mine!
“Did you win your game?”, she absentmindedly asked, still not seeming quite herself. She couldn’t have been completely herself because she didn’t even endeavour to get off my lap and out of my grasp! Her body seemed to be in control as she unconsciously leaned into me, seeking my heat!
Much to my relief, I felt her stop shivering in my arms, not shaking so badly anymore! It was then that I realized how hard my heart was beating when I saw her there on the floor in the cold!
“Yes, I won the game”, I exhaustedly said, the earlier strenuous activities suddenly weighing down on me as I held her up, my one hand going around her midriff, letting her be more comfortable in my hold as she leaned sideways on me. I kept my other hand on her naked knees, pressing them together to keep them from falling out of my grip. I kept her tiny little frame all bunched up in my lap, trying to comfort her as much as I could, as I softly rubbed down her arms to warm her up!
Holding onto my jacket with her limp hands, she spoke up, her voice barely a whisper,” I’m sorry for bothering you, Rose didn’t pick up or see my missed call later on. You must’ve been bummed about missing your victorious after-party… so sorry for that too.”
She looked up at me with those big eyes of hers, grabbing onto my shirt and bunching them between her fingers to hold onto me as she laid there limp in my grasp! The sight of her ignited something devious within me, something foreign but all the more powerful.
I reined in my frustration, anger and concern for her, wanting to be as lenient with her as possible! It fucking broke me that she thought that I would much rather attend some fucking party than help her out… especially when she was in this fragile state, so deathly pale.
“What the fuck happened?”, I asked in the calmest voice I could muster, internally shaking from fury. “Who the fuck do I need to kill?”, I growled out, pressing my head on top of her cold one, stroking her wet hair.
I cupped the side of her face, making her look up at me as I asked again with barely concealed vindictiveness,” Tell me.”
She didn’t speak but handed me a crumpled piece of paper which I only now realized she’d kept fisted in her hand.
Confused, I uncrumpled the paper, almost vibrating from anger when I realized who was responsible for this!
“So she stole your clothes to make sure you didn’t come to my game…. even though you weren’t even going to go”, I stated through my teeth, quickly connecting the dots.
I held Ayesha tighter against me, trying to dissipate my growing anger.
That fucking bitch first tried to humiliate her in that whole professor order, then she ransacked her fucking room and now she did this… pulled such a dirty fucking trick! That too pointlessly… not even bothering to find out whether Ayesha was even going to the game or not! This was a low fucking blow! She had crossed the last line.
Heck, something terrible could have happened to Ayesha… like fucking frostbite or a coma or some shit! Being out here wet in nothing but a towel… that too when it was this fucking cold!
Deep breaths, Daniel, deep fucking breaths, I told myself, feeling a fury like I’d never felt rise within me.
Almost blinded with rage, I started to get up as I told Ayesha through my teeth,” I’m going to fucking destroy that vengeful bitch!”
But her soft hand suddenly reached out to me, cupping my face as she lightly stroked my jawline, giving me that pacifying look!
I sat back down, her gentle touch acting like a rain of ice on my brewing volcano of vehement anger.
“Stay with me, please”, she blinked up at me with those long lashes of hers which appeared even darker and more prominent than before due to being wet.
“Of course”, I mumbled to her, losing myself in her soft, pleading gaze.
Fuck! She could pacify my anger by just fucking touching me! Lord save me from this girl! But I knew I didn’t want to be saved…. I wanted her to fucking destroy me.
I wanted so bad to go and fucking break and destroy that nuisance of a woman, that sadistic bitch… but I could never leave Ayesha like this when she begged me to stay!