𝘍𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦

4- Deep Grey Eyes

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~𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇~

I wonder if I never passed that lane,
I wonder if I never saw those mysterious grey eyes, 
those dark curly hairs.
I wonder if wondering about him is a sin, 
he never looked at me the way I did.
I wonder why I am wondering about him,
He gave me nothing but a strange look.

~nf_Lust

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒: 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

Sitting back on the chair is hurting my ego. I was not coming back here, at least I never thought of sitting back on it while escaping from here. I was so close. And this boss, does he not have any other day to come see me? He wasn't supposed to come today and if he did, why!? only when I almost escaped? My head was flooded with thoughts and anger and curiosity. I never knew coming back to this town will change my life. Nothing was going the way I want. 

The boy started tieing my hands on the arms of the chair. "Not here," He said standing on the door blowing smoke out of his mouth "tie them back" he ordered rolling his index finger in the air pointing to my hands. The boy looked back at him and then swing my hands back as if I was a toy.

"W-what?" I said trying to get them out of his grip "why not in front? Sitting with my hands back all day would be painful" I protested. The boy stopped and looked back at him while he shook his head indicating to continue. I struggled to get my hands off of his grip but it was hard.

There is nothing you can do, Val. It is not fair. What would have happened if I had not stopped running after collapsing on him? You were so lost in enjoying his beautiful eyes. Now, enjoy this!

"It's done" my thoughts were interrupted by the boy as he left my hands tied back.
"Okay, leave" he replied. 

The boy walked out of the room closing the door behind him. He dragged the stool towards me, resting on the side of the room brought in by Dapper a minute ago when I was brought back here.

The sunlight striking on the stool through the window was warm and bright, reflecting from the stool to my face until he sits on it. A black shade covers the walls of the room when sunlight struck on his black coat as he sat. He looked at me quietly with an expressionless face and eyes which were so hard to read. They were deep but hurt. The heat in the room increased with every breath I takes, increasing more suspense and tension in the aura.

"Why did you kidnap me?" I asked flipping my long curly strands from my face with attitude, taking the lead to conversation.

"Are you in contact with your father?" he asked which I wasn't expecting. 
"Umm...yeah... I do" I scoffed "He is doing good in heaven." He raised his brows. Damn!
"You know who I am talking about," he said. I gave him an 'I don't know' -look as those words came out of his mouth. 

I think I know who he is talking about but I wish he is not talking about the one I am thinking.

He looked around the floor and then "Your biological father" he added. As those two words 'biological father'  hit my ears, my breath stuck in my throat and I started choking. As I looked at him with my glossy eyes and still trying to stop coughing he scoffed and rolled his eyes at a sight. I looked down with tears in my eyes, still coughing. "What!?"