Day 20
I stared at her from across the table as I ate and realised that she had barely touched her food, which was highly unlike her. Even after our little tift that day in my room, she was surprisingly well behaved these past few days. Not what I'd expected at all.
"What's wrong, you don't like it?" I asked gesturing to her plate.
"No, its just I'm not feeling too good," she replied curtly.
When she looked up at me I noticed how pale her skin looked and there were beads of sweat that glistened across her forehead. I started panicking as I wondered what was happening to her. I had done everything right, hadn't I?
"Are you having a fever?" I asked as I jumped out of my seat and made my way to her.
She seemed taken aback as I placed my hand over her forehead and she immediately jerked her head away from me but I didn't really care. All that matters was she didn't have a fever although I couldn't help but wonder why she looked so feeble and weak.
"Listen," she said as she placed her hands onto the table and stared at me earnestly. "How long do you expect me to stay here? I've dated you for nineteen days already and nothing's changed. I don't like you any more than I did the first day we met."
"It's only been nineteen days," I reply as-a-matter-of-factly.
"Don't you get it? It's not going to change. I'm never going to fall in love with you. You're plan failed!" she cried as she pulled her hair in frustration. "Please just let me go. I won't tell anyone, I understand why you did this and I don't blame you for it. Just get me out of here!!"
I raised my eyebrows. "What makes you so sure?"
"Look if I liked you even one bit, I'm sure I would've realised it by now."
"You're so hell bent on getting out of here, you don't even realise the things I've done for you." I couldn't help but feel anger build up in my chest.
"Are you telling me I should be grateful for this room and this food you bring me everyday?" she spat. She pushed the food towards me in disgust. "If it weren't for you I wouldn't be here in the first place."
Ungrateful. Ungrateful. Ungrateful. Those words played repeatedly in my head and I clenched my teeth and balled my hands into fists in an attempt to vent my anger. Just like all the other women I've dated, my siblings, my mother. After everything I did for them, they still treated me like I was some sort of outcast, a misfit. Well this time, I'm not going to let it get to me. Samantha was here under my control and there was nothing she could say or do about it.
"You may not realise this but I saved you, Samantha," I said sternly. "I saved you from your poor decision to go to medical school where you suffered everyday trying to scrape through. I saved you from the constant stress you had to endure just to pass your exams. I mean come on Samantha, why try so hard when you know its just not meant for you. For the amount of time you put in studying, I find it hard to believe that you're bottom ten in your class."
She looked genuinely hurt when I said this and I knew I had struck a nerve. Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes and she quickly rubbed them away with the sleeve of her T-shirt.
"That's not fair. Being in the bottom ten doesn't make me a poor student. Do you know how hard it is to get into that med school? Just being in that class is an achievement in itself, " her gazed faltered as she tried to convince herself.
I smirked, how was I supposed to believe that when she didn't even believe it herself.
"Instead of yelling at me, you should be thanking me," I said coyly. "Lets not forget, I saved you from something else too, or should I say someone else."
She looked up at me and her eyes widened as she realised who I was talking about.
"You were going to ruin his relationship Samantha. And you call yourself his best friend?"
"I love him!," she cried and she held her face in her hands as she sobbed. When she looked up again her eyes were red and swollen.
"That's not love," I replied coldly. "You don't just love someone because they've replaced you with someone else. What was her name, Jessica?"
She stared daggers at me as she got up and paced the room quietly. I wondered if it was finally sinking in, how unreal her so-called 'love' was. And then she turned my way and smiled triumphantly.
"I bet he's looking for me right now. My mum, my dad, my friends, everyone in fact. It must be in the papers and the internet. It's only a matter of time before they find me, Jerry."
The look on her face was priceless. She was so deluded, so completely oblivious to the truth and that entertained me thoroughly. I drank a sip of water, wiped my mouth with a napkin and then I got up and walked towards her. I wanted to see the look in her eyes when I told her the bitter truth.
She held her ground as I walked closer and closer until we were only inches apart.
"No one is looking for you, Samantha. Maybe they were in the beginning, but they aren't any more. Everyone's moved on, including your Ben."
"You're lying," she said shakily and her lip started to quiver. "What do you mean they aren't looking for me any more?"
I looked into her stunning blue eyes as I smiled at her. "They aren't looking for you because they think you ran away. If you don't believe me I'll show you the paper."
The moment I said this she collapsed on to the floor and stared at me blankly. "But-but why would they think that?"
I crouched down so that I was at the same eye level as her. For a second I actually felt bad for her but she deserved to know. I wanted to kill whatever hope she had left of leaving. The sooner she got it out of her system the better.
"Because you barely passed your mid semester exams and you were given a warning letter. Also your friends gave statements to the police about how stressed you were and how you sometimes wanted to give up and leave. And there was a letter."
"What letter?," she asked frantically as she grabbed my arm. It was the first time she'd ever touched me so willingly.
"Well there was a letter sent to your parents which stated it was from you and that you couldn't take the stress any more and you needed to escape. It also claimed that you were safe and that they shouldn't bother finding you because you're happy where you are."
"You- you fucking liar!," she screamed as she pushed me away. "You wrote that didn't you."
"I may have wrote it, but the writing was exactly like yours so even if your parents didn't buy it, the cops did. Personally I think they were just glad to resolve the case quickly." I smiled inwardly, I couldn't stop myself from enjoying this.
She screeched like a maniac as she got up and walked away from me. "Why go through so much trouble, why am I so special to you?"
Words weren't enough to describe why she was so special to me. How could I explain? The way I felt about her, the things I'd do for her. Even I couldn't explain it. I got up and walked towards her wanting to hold her now more than ever but she backed up against the wall and held herself protectively.
I couldn't shake off the hurt I felt right there and then. After everything I've done for her, she still looked at me like I was a criminal. The pain was too unbearable, I needed to leave to take my mind of things.
"So I guess it's good night then," I sighed as I looked at her sadly before I made way to the door. I'd have to come back and clean up the dishes later, right now I just had to go.
When I opened the door she dashed towards me and held my arm again. Momentarily weakened by her touch, I nimbly turned around to look at her.
"Wait," she exhaled as she looked into my eyes. "You never answered my question."
Her gaze rendered me defenceless, all my anger towards her evaporated immediately and I could feel my pulse racing at her touch. No one has ever made me feel this way and there was only one reason for it.
"I love you." The moment those words escaped my lips I knew they were true. All the times I thought I had felt love before it had never been anything like this. I was so utterly and irrevocably entrapped by her. I belonged to her completely just like how she belonged to me.
Her grip stiffened as I said those words and she looked down unable to meet my gaze. I didn't expect her to reply, I just needed her to know how I felt.
She looked back up at me and brought her face closer to mine as she whispered. "Show me."
I was shocked at first but then I realised what she meant and that was all the invitation I needed. I brought my lips to hers and gently kissed her. To my surprise she kissed me back and I lost myself in her as I kissed her hungrily.
My tongue parted her lips and entered her as I grabbed her hair pulling her to me. She tasted divine just like how I'd always expected. I was on cloud nine right now, I never knew I could feel this happy.
Suddenly she pulled away and whispered seductively "This is what you actually want isn't it?"
My heart sank in my chest and I wanted to cry in pain as she said this. This wasn't all I wanted, I wanted it to be real. I let go of her hair and gently pushed her away.
"Why do you insult me like this?" I asked angrily. I couldn't look at her without feeling angry and hurt. "I'll come back tomorrow when you are in the right frame of mind." And with that I opened the door and stepped out.
"Wait!" She cried and I held the door open slightly with my hand in between. "Why are you angry? What makes you think I was acting?"
"I know you were, I know you hate me Samantha."
"I don't hate you, I just love freedom more," she said leaving me confused. Without warning she slammed the door on my hand that was resting in between.
I screamed as the pain vibrated through my entire arm and fell back on to the floor as I recoiled in agony. My vision was momentarily blurred and all I could feel was the throbbing pain in my fingers.
I was paralysed in mind numbing pain and I watched in horror as Samantha crouched beside me and quickly took my keys. "I'm so sorry," she said between tears as she quickly walked away from me.
I couldn't let her get away. That would be the death of me, so I reached out with all my strength and tried to grab her.
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