Fabio Hollis 💛“I-I need to go now.” I say cautiously, avoiding his knowing eyes that are obviously eager to know the reason why I screamed. I can't let it happen now, I won't let it. I suffered enough.
Not minding to look at him, I rush my wobbly feet to walk past him, only to feel his calloused hand on my arms before I hear the door shut. “Did he do something?” His baritone voice rings, unexpectedly sending chills through my skin, as I look up at him.
“W-what do you mean?” I was shocked, confused at the question, as his eyes bored into mine, causing my legs to wobble. It's impossible, there's no way he knows what's happening.
“Gippy. Did he do something to you?” Anderson asked, his jaw clenching, as I felt his arms tightening on my arms, making me wince. Hearing that made my chest relieve, but I became more confused when he mentioned Bonnie.
Before I could even answer, I felt the walls on my back with a burning pain, and I realized what he just did. “L-let me go, he didn't do anything!” I glare at him, but it seems like his eyes have become darker and scarier.
“W-what are you doing? Let go of my arm!” I try to pry off of his hand, and it's as if he became deaf. I hear footsteps coming from the door, as Anderson's grip on my arm loosen up, making me feel like I'm able to breathe again.
What the fuck is wrong with this man. The door opened, as Bonnie stepped out. “Anders, I'm hungry. Can we eat now?” I avert my eyes to Anderson, and I see his face soften, his lips curve into a warm smile.
“Of course, we can, Gippy. What do you want for dinner?” Dinner? What time is it now? Last time I checked it's 4 in the afternoon. There's no way I stayed here for how long.
“Uncle Fabio, can you join us, please!” I was snapped out of my thoughts, as I felt Bonnie's tiny hand tugging on my shirt. His puppy eyes looked up to mine, as his lips pursed, but I really need to go now.
“I'm sorry, Bonnie. I have to go now because I need to close the library. Next time, I'll treat you, okay?” As soon as I said that, his lips curved into a pout, as his shoulders dropped, making me hiss in regrets.
“Oh, okay. Can I visit you tomorrow?” He asks, sounding like a puppy who was kicked out. I nodded my head in agreement, and I patted his head.
“Okay, I have to go now. I'll see you tomorrow, Bonnie, okay?” After he nodded, I didn't mind to look at Mr. Anderson who was strangling my arm earlier, and I hurried my feet downstairs. I could feel his eyes on my back, as his baritone voice rang in my head.
What the hell just happened? Earlier he was just worried sick of his brother, and he was even being too sweet—I mean casual, and now he's acting weird. Very weird. I was lucky that I saw a taxi cab when I stepped out of the large gates of that freaking huge house. After paying for the cab, I scurried towards the library.
I feel a sigh escape from my lips, and I start to walk inside, only to see no one. I make my way towards my desk, and I feel a smile make its way to my lips, seeing their bills upon my desk with sticky notes on them. All sections are cleaned up. Well, except from the kid's section, but I didn't bother to clean. I feel so tired, but I still need to go home.
After I closed the library, I took my bicycle and immediately made my way towards the streets. Shiva must be waiting for me, and making a secret plan on killing me while I sleep. I love that cat of mine. He knows where to go when he's hungry, so I think he's now in my bed. Seeing the busy street, the breeze was cool enough to burn my skin, as the stars twinkled upon the night sky with the moonlight, illuminating some corners of the street.
As I reached my house, I immediately ran upstairs after locking the door. And of course, Shiva's meowing welcomed my ears, as I jumped in my fluffy bed. I didn't bother to eat, as if I have the appetite for anything. I lay in my bed, as my eyes wander around my dim-lighted room. Shiva immediately fell asleep, but he didn't snuggle with me. Yeah, he hates me.
I thought when I got home, I'd be able to sleep quickly. But when I checked my phone and saw the time, it was already 1 in the morning. I couldn't sleep, my mind was thinking things. The things that I didn't expect to show up again. I wasn't expecting anything in my past to come. I thought I buried them enough, there they are, coming to my face.
Hopping out of my bed, I walked towards the bathroom with my eyes, hurting so bad, eager to have some sleep, and so I immediately looked for my pills. As I look at the mirror, I see my tired eyes, staring straight at me. My head started hurting again, making me hurry myself to find those pills. Opening the cabinet, I take the little bottle inside before popping out enough sleeping pills. Hopefully, I'll get some sleep after drinking these.
But I know I won't, sadly. I can watch movies while I wait for my sleep to come. Yeah, that will do. After I chugged the water with the pills, I made my way out of my room, quietly enough to avoid waking my bossy cat. As I made my way downstairs, the sound of footsteps occupied my head. I already know what's next. The giggles. I couldn't stop them, or him. I'll just bear with this until I get some sleep.
The movie was boring, but that's the thing. I need boring things to watch. Or perhaps to tire my eyes more so it'll sleep itself. I finished one, and I started to feel dizzy. I felt my arm hurting, as if something was gripping on it. I remember Mr. Anderson's hand. It made my arm hurt, but his eyes scared the hell out of me the most. His eyes were dark. Dark enough to make anyone...gay.
God, I need to stop now. But his features are just fine. When he pinned me on the hardness of the wall, I thought he'd kiss me, like what my characters do in the books that I wrote. They'd fight, and make love. Wait—What the fuck? I need to sleep now. I shouldn't be fantasizing about him. He just hurt me earlier. There's no way. Shaking my head in trance to brush the fantasies in my head, I turned the movie down.
I hurried my way back to my room, while struggling to keep my pants cool. I don't want to have a boner. And especially not because of him. What I have to do now, is to sleep without having nightmares and without hearing giggles.
As if I just blinked once, I found my exhausted body in my library. The night was hell. I didn't sleep at all. Something is weird, and I'm aware of that. Usually, when I opened the library, there'd be visitors immediately. But it's past 8 now. I just decided to clean the shelves, especially the kid's section. I even found boogers. Gosh, these little kids. I started humming a song, as I continued to brush the dust away.
While I was in the middle of wiping some plastic covered books, I heard footsteps coming from the entrance. I forced a smile in my tired face and immediately made my way towards my first visitor for the day. When I saw the first visitor, I felt my blood boil in anger, as his eyes bore into mine. “I'm your first customer, I see. Oh, and you're alone.” His lips curved into a smirk, and I felt my face heating in annoyance.
“What are you doing here? I no longer work for you, Vincent.”
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RomanceFIRST BOOK OF WRITING INDUSTRY: SERIES Anders Anderson is a 26-year-old dominant man who epitomizes perfect and unfaltering masculinity. The proprietor of a publishing company that's holding the sexiest best-seller novels, books, and magazines. He s...