Chapter 31 31
Kimberley’s POV
I felt chills run down my spine. Literally. His eyes held tales of things to come and that was creepy as hell. The funny thing was that I could not take my eyes off him. It was as though he was drawing me in intentionally.
“What are you doing here?” I asked as I willed my legs to walk since they were not going to do so by themselves, given the shock that I was in at the moment.
“Don’t be rude now. Come over here and say hi.” That was my mother and I wanted to ask her if she knew that was the guy she went off on me because of when I was at the hospital the other day but I kept that to myself.
“I know him and we saw each other today. There is no need for all the formalities.” I said. My throat suddenly felt dry and patchy. The atmosphere was very delicate, as if it would rip apart at any wrong move I made.
I could feel that I was the only one who felt like that. Because my parents felt like they were in another dimension in the way they were free with him. My father too. After he scolded me because of him the other day, now he’s here pretending like he did not do it.
Finally, I moved my eyes back to Julian who had not looked back at the TV. His eyes were glued on me and I felt as if he was stripping me bare with his eyes and that made me feel uncomfortable. There was nothing cool about it.
“Kim, come on now. Don’t be a killjoy.” It took a while for what he said to register in my head.
Did he…. Did he just call me Kim? I do not let anyone, anyone at all call me that. Not even my parents. I looked at them to see if they had heard what I heard, but I guessed not because they were so immersed or maybe they pretended not to hear.
Before I thought about it twice, I marched to the sitting area and pulled at his hand, dragging him out of the sitting room. There was this thought about maybe I should take him to my room but I knew that would be dangerous. So I dragged him outside. It was not like I dragged him, he all but followed me. Because there was only so much I could do to him.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked him, in a cold tone, totally ignoring the burning on my left wrist from where I touched him.
I was feeling a little lightheaded too but I kept that feeling at bay. That was not the main thing at the moment.
“What are you talking about?” He asked.
“Don’t act clueless or stupid. You know what I’m talking about. But if you have decided to lose your memory, let me remind you. What are you doing in my house? With my parents? What game is this again?” I snapped.
He paused, staring at me intently. I hated how tall he was that I had to crane my neck to look at him.
“This is not the first time I’m in your house. And the last couple of times I came, you were not nasty to me. And about your parents, they were kind enough to let me in when I came to check in on you.” He said, shrugging his shoulders, as if what he said was not a big deal.
This guy had to be kidding me.
“What part of what we have is over don’t you understand? We are over. Stop lingering.”
“We are not. Not until I say we are though. And your little game with London, how was it? Did you enjoy his attention while you were at it? Did he suddenly make you feel special? Is that why you’re going after him now? The way you came after me?”
My hand flew across the air in front of his face before I knew what I had done. The impact of it burned into my palm and my nails too.
What have I done?
His eyes were closed as though he was savoring the slap. When he opened them again, his grey eyes were black again. I want to know the science behind the color change that happens with his eyes.
“Fuck you, Julian. You’re a selfish prick who knows nothing but to look out for himself. What is your problem?!” I shouted at him. I could feel myself heaving from fury that was burning in my veins.
“I’m supposed to look after myself and not others. Is that not how it’s supposed to be?” He said and I knew he was fucking with me.
“I’m done here. Do not come around my space again.” I said angrily and was about to brush past him to enter the house when he pulled me back by my arm and slammed me against him.
“We are not done, Kim. Not until I say so.” He gritted out. His face was in my face now. I could feel his breath as he brushed against my skin.
“News flash, I do not give two fucks about your thoughts. And your idea about me is your fucking issue. Fine, I used you when I first met you, but that does not give you the damn right to come at me like that and say things you don’t even know.” I could feel tears starting to gather in my eyes, but I was trying as much as possible to keep them at bay. I was not going to cry in front of this man.
“And stop calling me Kim. It’s Kimberly or nothing.” I stared at him dead in the eyes as I said that with a tone of finality and I shook my arm from his hand and dashed inside.
I ignored my parents who were still watching the game even when they asked about my friend, I pretended like I did not hear them.