Chapter 75 Dean Had An Accident 3
DEAN
I had run three red lights to get to Eva's house faster, and that almost cost me an accident and certainly a speeding ticket.
When I spotted her house, I felt my hands trembling with nervousness.
"What the hell!" I yelled mentally, knowing that this had never occurred to me before.
So I took a deep breath and after calming down a bit, I parked my car in front of her house and spent a few minutes thinking about whether I should go down or go back to my apartment.
"No! I'm not going to be a damn coward and go back on my word now." I thought furiously, grappling with this insecure side of myself.
So I got out of the car, slammed the door shut, and walked until I was standing in front of Nadia's house.
"Now's the time," I thought.
I took three deep breaths before finally pressing the damn doorbell.
I pressed the button once, twice, three times, and before I could press it a fourth time, the door was opened, and I was greeted by the sexiest woman in the world.
Because when you fall in love, my friend, other women become as uninteresting as a paper napkin.
"Dean?" she murmured incredulously.
"Hello Nadia," I replied, giving her an apologetic smile, because judging by her expression, she wasn't at all happy to see me.
But I was determined to change that anyway, I wasn't going to give up on her so easily.
"What are you doing here?!" she asked in a loud voice, and I realized she was nervous.
"I wanted to tell you something very important," I said, ready to confess my feelings.
"I don't want to hear it," she said, sounding a little unsure, and that encouraged me to continue.
Nadia, I am... - And just as the words "in love with you" were about to leave my mouth, I saw the bastard I almost killed hug her from behind.
"Son of a bitch!" I screamed mentally, feeling my rage begging to be released.
"What's wrong, darling?" the bastard asked in a honey voice, and I began to feel my body trembling and my vision blurring.
I was losing control, and if that son of a bitch doesn't let go of my woman, this time I'm going to kill him.
Frank.....well, I... -Nadia tried to say something, but judging by her frightened expression, she already knew what was about to happen if this "Frank" didn't leave.
"Everything's fine, Frank," she said, removing his hands from her waist, and then whispering something in his ear.
Frank nodded, and after giving me a superior look, he went inside the house and closed the door.
"What is he doing here?" I asked jealously.
"He's my boyfriend," she replied, and it was at that moment that the expression "to be left without a foundation" made sense to me.
The world stopped for a few seconds, and I felt my heart clench with anguish.
"So he really is her boyfriend?" I thought, remembering what that bastard said that day.
"Lies!" I shouted in distress, and Nadia was surprised.
"It's not a lie, Dean, we're dating," she stated, looking me seriously in the eyes.
"I can't believe this..." I murmured, running my fingers through my hair while laughing at my own misfortune.
"You can't date that wimp," I said in a mocking tone, and Nadia raised an eyebrow.
"Why not?" she asked, challenging me.
"Why..." I wanted to confess, but the worst thing I could say to Nadia at that moment came out of my mouth.
"Because you can't date a dead guy."
At that moment, Nadia's eyes widened in fear at my threat, and she locked the door behind her.
"You're a damn psycho, Dean!" she yelled, coming towards me.
"You need treatment!"
She punched me in the chest a few times, and I saw tears streaming down her beautiful face.
"Why did you come looking for me?" she asked between sobs.
"Why, Dean?"
And it was at that moment that the words I so desperately wanted to say slipped out of my mouth without me even realizing it.
Because I love you.
And at that moment Nadia froze, and everything went silent.
There were no more shouts, no more curses, no noise of any kind other than our own breathing.
Perhaps she was trying to process my words, but my anxiety couldn't bear that torturous silence any longer.
"I'm in love with you, Nadia," I said, noticing that she took a few steps back.
"No..." she murmured, shaking her head.
Yes. - I said, approaching her.
"That's a lie!" she screamed, letting more tears stream down her face.
"You're trying to manipulate me again!" she accused me.
"That's the absolute truth, Nadia!" I exclaimed, grabbing her arms and staring into her frightened green eyes.
"Have I hurt her that much?" I thought, feeling guilty.
"Believe me, I only realized this after I lost you," I said, stroking her wrists.
"You're the only woman who ever entered my heart, Nadia."
I continued holding her and looking into her eyes as I let all these new feelings out.
You are the only woman I want, the only woman I desire, and the only woman I love.
She looked at me with doubtful eyes, but amidst that green mixture, I saw a glimmer of joy.
Yes, she felt the same way.
"I know you feel the same way, Nadia," I said, trying to make her see what was reflecting in her eyes.
"Don't lie to yourself."
She lowered her gaze and intertwined her fingers with mine, but before she could confess anything, someone started turning the doorknob.
"Nadia!" Frank, the son of a bitch, yelled from inside the house.
"Are you alright?" he asked, and Nadia seemed to push away any trace of happiness I saw in her eyes.
"I'm here!" she shouted, pulling her hand away from mine.
"I'm coming in now!"
"What do you mean?" I thought, worried.
"Dean," she said coldly, her eyes becoming dull and lifeless.
"I'll never be able to be with you, because when I look at you, I only feel fear and anger.
You're a monster and deserve to be in the psychiatric hospital."
Those words were like sharp razors, driven into my heart and soul.
I had never felt so much pain in my life; my heart was being torn apart by the person I love most, and this was causing any good feeling to vanish amidst my sadness.
"You can't have everything you want, Dean," she said, moving closer to me.
"And one day you'll realize that the world doesn't revolve around you, and that people aren't objects to be used and then discarded when it suits you."
I could only blink, because the words were stuck in my throat, and I felt my anger slowly taking over me.
My body trembled, my hands clenched, and my vision was blurring.
At that moment I realized I needed to get out of there before I hurt her.
"Nadia," I said, interrupting her insults.
"Even if I'm a monster, and you hate me for the rest of your life, I want you to know that I will always love you."
And so I turned my back on her and left before my sin came to light and made me more of a monster than I already am.
I got into my car still feeling the symptoms of my murderous rage, and decided that the best course of action was to speed up and get to my apartment as quickly as possible.
So I stepped on the gas and took off through the streets of NY, as if I were in a race.
I ran red lights while punching the steering wheel and cursing profusely.
My vision was no longer clear, and my body was controlled with rage.
I knew that if I didn't get home as quickly as possible, I would lose control.
So I ran another red light, and when I realized it, I was going the wrong way and a car was coming towards me.
I tried to swerve, but it was too late.
I crashed head-on into an unknown car, feeling a strong impact, followed by unbearable pain that overwhelmed my body but before I succumbed to darkness, I murmured.
Nadia.