Chapter 15 The Moment Fear Almost Touched Me
My eyes flutter slightly. My eyelids feel heavy, as if I’m stuck between sleep and consciousness. Slowly, I try to open my eyes, and my gaze falls on the clock in front of me, it’s 7 a.m. My heart suddenly starts pounding.
I look at myself and then beside me.
Mr. Wilson is sleeping peacefully.
I’m still in his arms.
My face instantly turns red.
In a single moment, everything from last night comes rushing back every word, every feeling. I keep looking at him. He’s sleeping so calmly, even though I know he never sleeps past 7.
I don’t know why, but my heart feels full.
Very softly, I place a gentle kiss on his cheek.
His eyelids move. He opens his eyes, as if trying to understand what he’s seeing. In a very low, almost whispering voice, I say, “Please… let me go.”
He looks straight into my eyes. Then his gaze moves downward and he freezes in shock.
“You… in this state?”
There’s confusion in his voice.
My heart sinks. “Does he… remember nothing?”
The very next moment, he pulls away from me and stands up abruptly. He’s wearing jeans, but he’s shirtless. I quickly wrap the blanket tightly around myself.
He keeps staring at me. His eyes fall on the bluish marks on my body the marks of his teeth. Anger and shock appear together in his eyes.
He shouts angrily, “You… in my room?!”
I start trembling. In a weak, shaking voice, I say, “I… I’m not in your room. You are in mine.”
He looks around, trying to recognize the room. “How did I… get here?”
Tears start streaming down my face. Such a precious moment of my life… and he remembers nothing.
With a choked voice, I say, “You came to me last night. You told me, I need you… and you also said you loved me.”
He glares at me angrily. “Didn’t you have even this much sense? At least you should’ve understood that I was drunk.”
Those words shake my soul. My tears won’t stop. He starts scolding me. I completely break down and begin to cry. My sobs reach his ears.
Suddenly, he goes silent. Then slowly, he sits down on the bed, holding his head in both hands.
Through my tears, I say, “Maybe love was never written in my destiny. That’s why this always happens to me. It’s okay… be happy in your life.”
Saying this, I get up and walk straight into the bathroom.
As soon as I go inside, I turn on the hot shower. The strong stream of water mixes with my tears. I stand there, crying uncontrollably. The bathroom echoes with my sobs.
After some time, I gather myself, get ready, and step out.
Mr. Wilson is still sitting on the bed completely silent.
Without saying anything, I start to leave. From behind me, his voice calls out, “Where are you going?”
I don’t answer. I just keep walking.
I go downstairs and quietly walk out of the villa. Alone, I start walking on the deserted road. My heart feels heavy, my steps slow.
I don’t want to stay with him anymore. What’s the point of staying with someone who doesn’t know how to value love?
I keep walking, my steps slow and heavy, as if my body is moving while my heart is still broken behind me. The road ahead is quiet, almost too quiet. The early morning air feels cold against my skin, but I barely notice it. My mind is crowded with thoughts, pain, and unanswered questions.
Suddenly, I notice a bike standing a little ahead. A few boys are gathered around it, talking among themselves. At first, I try not to pay attention. I lower my gaze and continue walking, hoping to pass by unnoticed. But as I move closer, I feel it their eyes on me.
Their stares are uncomfortable, dirty, and shameless.
My heart skips a beat. For a moment, fear rushes through my veins, freezing me in place. I feel exposed, weak, and alone. My fingers curl nervously, and my breath turns shallow. Every instinct inside me screams to turn back, to run, but I force myself to stay calm.
I gather all my courage and decide to walk past them.
Just then, one of the boys steps forward. His movements are slow, deliberate, and threatening. My heartbeat grows louder in my ears. He starts walking toward me, closing the distance between us. With every step he takes, my body trembles more.
He comes uncomfortably close.
I can smell the smoke on his clothes. My throat tightens. My legs feel weak, almost ready to give up on me. I try to step back, but fear roots me to the ground.
Then he raises his hand. He reaches out to touch me. My whole body shivers in terror, And suddenly, A loud punch lands on his face.
The sound is sharp and violent. The boy stumbles back before crashing onto the ground. Blood begins to spill from his mouth. The other boys freeze, their expressions turning from confidence to shock within seconds. None of them move. None of them speak.
I stand there, stunned, my mind unable to process what just happened. My chest rises and falls rapidly as I try to breathe. Everything feels unreal, like a nightmare unfolding in front of my open eyes.
Slowly, trembling, I turn around, And I freeze. Standing right behind me is Mr. Wilson.
My eyes widen in disbelief. My heart tightens painfully. He looks furious, dangerous even, but his anger isn’t directed at me. It’s sharp, controlled, and protective. His fists are clenched, his jaw tight, and his eyes are dark with intensity.
The boys hesitate for a second longer before quickly grabbing their bike and fleeing the scene, fear written clearly on their faces. The road becomes silent again.
Only the two of us remain. I stare at him, unable to speak. My emotions collide inside me fear, confusion, relief, pain. Tears slowly fill my eyes. My vision blurs as questions rush through my mind.
Was he following me?
How long has he been there?
Why did he come after me?
My eyes grow moist, and a tear slips down my cheek. I don’t know whether to feel safe or hurt, grateful or angry. I look at him, searching his face for answers, but all I find are more questions.
What does he really want from me?
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!