Chapter 21 ELIANA?
21.
~KIMBERLY~
I let Rafael sink slowly into his bed which is in the middle of an obscenely large room, the room is as bland as it comes, there's only a table and a door which probably leads to his closet.
Does he even live here at all? Or, does Rafael make any effort to live at all?
My heart breaks a little at how messed up he is, he always looks lively and care-free sometimes but it's probably a facade.
"Hey, are you okay?" I ask, placing my palm on his forehead for the umpteenth time again but he doesn't answer.
Rafael only shut his eyes tight and dig his head into the pillow more, beads of sweat starts to form on his forehead which is a sign that he's coming back but he's not showing any signs of fever.
"Should I go back to call the doctor? Or.."
He shakes his head immediately, as if the thought of going through a medical personnel scares him.
"Fuck no, I will be fine." He huffs in a 'jerky' way, I quickly nod and sit there without saying a word.
My chest tightens more as the thought of him dying suddenly slips into my mind and it makes my head hurt so bad. Would I be accused of his death as well? Will Eliana come back to start tormenting me again?
Or do I have to go back to prison because I killed the man who made my life hell?
There was a time I wished the whole Rollers death, including Frederick, I prayed every night, especially on the nights when Cora's scream wouldn't let us sleep in the house because Frederick was busy deriving pleasure from her.
So why the fuck am I getting teary because of my three weeks husband?
Quickly, I turn my head sideways so he won't see my tears, he'd probably mock me for tearing up because of me, he would think I'm pathetic or I'm getting emotional because of him?
"Hey, are you crying?" Rafael questions immediately, sitting up on the bed, I shake my head and lower my gaze to the floor, not daring to stare at him.
"Fuck, did I scare you?I..."
"No, not at all, I mean, you didn't, something got into my eyes, I...I think it's because of my ribs,I..."
He chortles immediately and shakes his head."You're so full of shit, Kimberly Sloane." He calls my name in such a way that makes me feel like it's a word of endearment and tears blur my vision.
"What if you'd fainted? What if..."
"Is that what you're scared of?" He raises his brows and gives me a disbelieving look, I stand up immediately and quickly wipe my tears.
"I can see that you're better already, I should probably leave." I stutter, suddenly feeling heat radiating in my chest.
"We will have to start using a room together, and I'd prefer it if it's this room." He suddenly says in the most simplest tone he's ever used.
My eyes widen in shock and I stare at him, gobsmacked.
We will share a room together? I have to start using his room and sleep on the same bed? Together?
"What? We don't have to do that."
"Okay, but make sure some of your clothes are here, or anything about you, we might have some visitors sometimes and I don't want them to know we're fake."
"Oh.." I relax a little, suddenly feeling guilty for overreacting.
It's not that I don't trust him, I just don't trust myself with him, or maybe I don't actually trust him, I've made him hard once, although these days, I could barely note any reaction about his body around me.
"Your eyes look like they're about to pop out." He mutters in his usual impassive tone.
I don't bother responding, I just dust my clothes nervously and walk out of the room.
God, I must be crazy for reacting in that way, maybe that's why he hates me, I just don't know why I flinch around him.
Returning downstairs, I pick up my bag which is at the entrance and walk towards the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee before going to my room, I don't think I will be coming back downstairs again, I feel so tired and lagged.
Sauntering toward the espresso machine which is at the end of the kitchen where the fridge is located, I pick up the coffee bag and drag a seat under my butts to take a rest.
"Shit." I curse slowly, barely able to gather my breath.
Suddenly, a knock comes on the door, I curse again, suddenly feeling angry at whoever is at the door because I'm already spent as it is.
After persistent knocks, I drag my body to the main door in the living room and pull it in immediately.
My eyes widen at the sight of the person in front of the door, heat suddenly creeps up in my chest again.
"Eliana?"