perfect disaster - Raya Arona (classic romance novels txt) 📗

shoulders, and a thick black leather belt. with massive army shoes 

Tattoos line his arm and neck to his right cheekbone. and down to hide the end of it under black  Wristwatch 

I shiver. Oh, God.

"You're hurt.", His knuckles are bleeding and swollen. I jumped off the bed Stopping in his tracks, he turns his hooded eyes to me. his eyes were showing exhaustion, and It looks good on him.

lowly, he watches me curiously from those hooded eyes. We watch each other for a good thirty seconds before he asks in that husky voice, "why you care"Turning, Not trusting myself to speak, I avoid his eyes

but the guilt start hunting me, he got those because of me, and to save me I shouldn't like him , i not him i feel grateful not sorry for trying to escape from him and he should no that 

"Th-thank you. F-for what you did back there" I stutter. I have no intention to look at him in a moment like this.

 I need to admit I was a fool in trusting on that policeman, I should've known earlier from his talk the weird behaviors that he wasn't policeman instead he was their man, I gave myself to them on silver plate, and if Fox didn't show up in right time, I can't imagine how disastrous it might be.

He mocks, "Don't kid yourself." His glacial eyes bore into mine, I frowned both surprised and confused 

Taking a step towards me, his hooded brown eyes almost see right through me. Reaching up, he runs a fingertip slowly down the length of my jaw. Leaning forward, his breath warms me as he mutters a hairs-breadth away from my lips

"stop acting like a paragon of virtue"

I swallow hard and step back from him. looking him in the eye, he is a jerk  

"I'm not acting like -", Shaking his head with a scoff,  "yeah you can't because whores can't be"  

my eyes almost rolled on the floor, did he just called me a whore.

"how, how dare .." before I finish my words he falls hard on the soft mattress and his big body over me 

"if you are not a whore then tell me, what you had with Castellan" 

he stopped but his didn't take his hand off my neck,"I don't know who is  Castellan is? and i have no idea what you are talking about"

"if you don't know Castellan so why the hell you ran to him" 

moment of realization hit me and hit hard when I know that I ran to the man who bought me, he name was no longer standing he is frank , Frank Castellan and he is the owner of the whorehouse , he bought me from my stepmom to be his whore, anger rush through my veins to my brain, I want to scream , so I did 

"I am not his whore and I didn't run to him, I ran because of you, I don't want you don't want to be a prisoner in your cage, don't want you to be in my life, and most of all I don't want to be a damn slave for you"  

"yes, I don't regret escaping from you, and if I get another better chance I'll do it again", When I get no answer, I look up to find him inspecting me again.

It's strange.His eyes darken, His jaw clenched, his eyes hooded more, he looks pissed .. good.

 

he hissed, "go, to sleep", God I can see clearly the monsters that reside his eyes

don't even get a word in before he stands, grips my upper arm firmly, and pulls me up.   throwing me on the bed, lifts the covers of my bed and leave the room

Laying my head down on my pillow and pulls the covers up and over me , My head begins to pound, and my heart races.

I don't want to close my eyes, I mean what if you see Frank again?, but he is not here, but I don't want to close my eyes, I don't trust the darkness anymore.

 after seems like hours, the door open tug my heart out with it, I pull the sheets tighter I don't know why I'm terrified , I gather my braveness and take a peek under the sheets , and it was him, his long dark stature floating around the room 

a sharp noise echo, the anxiety burst in my heart , I can't hold it anymore , I pushed the sheets to sit up, chest heaving, the first thing I saw was the chair in his hands the source of the noise. Looking a little unsure of himself, he stopped watches me 

He searches my face for what seems like the billionth time, then asks mockingly  "You need my help sleeping?"

No hesitation. "Yes." 

He blinks. His brow furrows. Then he continues pulling his chair place it before the bed right at my sight, and sit there .. silent 

what he is doing,I hate him for putting me in this shit,  and I hate myself more for wanting him to stay.

Tears slide out of the corner of my eyes, dampening my pillow. I push harder on my ear, trying hopelessly to block what happened out of my mind.

Things like this don't happen to people like me .. but not anymore.

I'm not sure what I'm meant to be feeling after that, but I feel angry. And sad. And wounded. All at once. I should be used to this since there is no going back. Comforting myself, that is. I revert back to my childhood and curl up on my side in a fetal position, slightly rocking. I need something to drown out my thoughts but I find nothing in that storm

I  tried to close my eyes and let it go. But all I see is blackness in like the worst dream. All I feel is gripping fear. My body doesn't feel like my own at this moment. It feels tarnished and defective.

Shutting my eyes so tight that it hurts, I hear his disgusting panting and bite my lip to stop my whimper. Covering my ear with my palm, I breathe heavily, only to inhale his rancid smell.

"you will make sure he will not come, right?" I was shocked at hearing myself saying that, at asking for his protection, but the most shocking was his answer 

"No one can take you away from me, nor does anyone protect  you from me" I don't know if I should feel safe that he can protect me from the world or panicked that i'm in his hill 

 

 

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chapter 13... you

I felt a light trace on my face my hair, it's warmth fingers and I like the way it runs over my skin.

"Hi sugar" the voice was near hissing in my ears

Sugar!!!

It's him ... Stainy

I open my eyes  but it was too dark everything was black, oh I forgot that I turned off the lights, its bad dream

I push myself off the mattress but I failed, there's something wrong I'm fixed on this bed I can't move my hands either my legs, I lift my head looking around hoping my eyes can adjust at the blackness, my eyes catch a long black figure standing at the end of the bed

"Who's there" 

there was no answer only a low laugh freaks me more, I start to get sweated and my heart gone crazy almost jump out of my chest

"Oh my little sugar, I told you I won't leave you" no that's not  possible 

As he starts stroll closer to me, I want to scream but I can't find my voice, and like breathing was the toughest thing to do

How he gets in here, how he passed fox did he killed him and Steve, directly my mind drifted from him to my tied hands I try to cut myself loose, but I can't find the rope or the cuffs or whatever I was tied with

"Ana "

why the hell he calling my name, why I'm here with him that insane, and where's everyone, where's fox

"it's okay" start running his filthy hands over my hair, I don't like it, I don't like him touching me like that

"leave me alone " 

and I said nothing instead his hand was cupping my face, I want to dig my nails into my face rubbing the skin off

" no, don't touch me" 

shaking my head hopefully passing his hand, but that makes things got worse, he jumped on me pinning me down from my shoulder. finally, my voice found; and with all I got I shouted

"Don't touch me "

suddenly the memories of the girls in that house and the torturing everything rushed through my mind, I'm like losing it right now

"no, no, please " 

I close my eyes kept screaming more and more like my lunges going to rip apart as if my screaming will destroy him

"princess" the voice was low like someone calling from very far

"open your eyes" I was too afraid to open my eyes, my chest goes up in down as well as my heart like a wild horse

"it's okay" 

 to my amazement, that voice in somehow soothed me a little, I know that voice.

I open my eye slowly carefully, I pray inside to not see that face again, the light stab my eyes, I close them reflexively, start again slowly I take my time adjusting at the dark and it was dim, and I was still in my bed

"drink some water, you look like shit" 

thanks, butthead

I look at the side he stood beside me watching me intensely no more anger in his blue eyes only coldness. I pushed myself up and this time I did it, I wasn't tied anymore ... all that was a nightmare

With a shaky hand, I took the glass of water and take some sips, I felt the water burned my throat like it was scratched, he still waiting for his eyes didn't leave me

When I get my enough he took the glass from my hand, as if I was a child, in fact, I have no intention to open my mouth

"go back to sleep"

he orders me with a firm tone, lifting the sheets for me to slide under as I said I had no intention to urge with him and I was tried I didn't have mine enough from sleeping so I obey.

Without thinking I stopped him when he was about to turn off the light "leave it" 

I hate to admit that I was still afraid of that face to show up again, I know it was just a nightmare that I feel like it was real.

And what I could expect from someone like Fox kissing my forehead wishing me good dreams, puff 

he starts to walk away headed to the open window crossing his big arms over his wide chest scanning the sky with his ice eyes.

For a moment, I forgot about the sleep, the nightmare just staring at that big guy and his view. He was cool and silent, this man is unpredictable he is like weather always change and in a blink. I felt something wrapped around my ankle, I looked down and it was bandaged, it was sore from the chains. 

wait ... did he!!!

no freaky way, I can not believe that he stayed here all this time just at my request or to protect me, did he intentionally doing this, he never slept in the same place I slept.

he acts all kind just to force me to thank him