Perfect Proposal

34.

Suddenly I pushed myself away from him and strolled away towards the balcony. I felt the air in was drifting away leaving a congesting sensation on my body. Shivers were running across my body.

"What the actual fuck just happened!"
I yelled at myself, confining my words to my mind.

I turned my head towards Jayden only to find that he had made his way towards the stove to make something for me

"What did we just do?" I shouted.

"Mm...we just built a rocket, congrats scientist." The usual smirk appeared on his face.

"Oh fuck you!"

"Shall we?" He winked, taking out the burnt omelet and toast and put both into the trash bin.

"I have to make another set because your hormones just decided to erupt!"

Emotions would be the right word but he wanted to show off his weirdness.

"Ew, what the hell! I wasn't kissing alone, was I? You could've stopped yours then!"

"Oh I have kissed a thousand girls like yo.." Jayden gulped down his words and acted as if he was concentrating in breaking the god damn egg shells.

"Come again, what did you say? Thousand girls like me? Me?" I was furious.

How could he say something like that. It was all different for me. Maybe he never felt the same then.

"Oh, so it was all for sex, huh!" I scowled at him which didn't have any reply from him obviously.

He was silent and I know even if I pull out his tongue, he would still accomplish that wretched smirk rather than breaking his damned silence.

I felt stupid, betrayed. Well, the reality is more harder than anyone can imagine. To be tossed out by your soul's crush, labelling you as a girl in a crowd of his other relationships, yuck, for once you let your guard down and this happened.

"Okay, so the danger..."

"Danger, my ass, if I was one among thousands of other girls, why did you even want to save me? I will die happily." I sneered at him.

"I don't want another martyr in my name, that's why Hel."

"Shut it. Call me Helen, you bastard. I hate you."

"Hate me or love me, I don't give a damn. Your name was associated with my company and you have witnessed enough of things. So I doubt my safety, if those people catch you."

"Ah finally, it's your safety after all, you selfish man. I even hate myself for falling... for, for you."

"Keep hating, you are gonna fall more."

What do he even mean by that!

Suddenly I ran towards the main door and tried to open it but it was closed. I felt my sanity dripping down from me.

He stood there like a statue, without any emotion while emotional me was causing a train wreck on his place, smashing his tv, the glass on his sining table, tearing apart few books, turning the chairs upside down....

"Finished?" He asked.

Exhausted, I sat down on the floor, blood was dripping from my hands.

"You didn't smash my place because I kidnapped you, it's because what I just told!" He laughed at me and all I felt in his laugh was ridicule.

I didn't cry. Not a single drop of tear came. As if a wave hit me, I sat numb.

"No, I wanna see my brother. Just let me go."

"I can't sweetheart." He said firmly as if it was his final decision on my freedom. "It's only safe here as of now, if Theo's people find you..."

"Like I said, I don't give a damn, fucking damn." I yelled at him.

"It's gonna rain soon," shifting his gaze towards the window, he uttered.

I too looked out, I wanted to drench myself in the rain but I was too shocked to even move a little.

Taking out the toast and omlete in a plate, he slowly walked towards me and placed it in front of me. He gently grabbed my hand and tried to put a band aid on it which I refused and pushed him away.

Without sparing a glance at him, I pulled off my top, and tore a small piece out of it and tied around my wound. After that, I hungrily ate as if there was no tomorrow, love can wait, my stomach cannot.

"Oh I thought you would threw it away, given your calm behavior." He sounded surprised.

"Did anyone ask your thoughts?" Raising my one eyebrow, I asked him.

He stared at me in amazement and was relishing the moments as if he was in love with me. Ah, again the damn love. I hate my guts. I hate love. I. Hate. Jayden.

Then a realisation hit me, I was just wearing a bra and pencil skirt, which was almost in a broken state. It wasn't that I was completely unaware but I was too busy with my blood oozing out from my hand, hunger, heart break, the last one would be correct.

"What are you staring at? My body?"

"What made you think that?"

"Well, for your kind information, I am only wearing a bra."

"Because you tore your top, you should say things completely, you know."

"Gimme a top right now."

"Excuse me, I have not opened a boutique here for you to grab a top. It's my private suite and it doesn't have any women's wear here."

"Oh I thought there would be some spare tops from the thousands of girls you kissed, you kissed them all in streets?"

"Ah, just wear my shirt, it's there," pointing towards a room, he said.

"There it is. Thanks." I said and I wasn't expressing well, I couldn't feel anything other than disgust. I just wanted to go away from him.

My body was too tired to plan another escape. Why the hell did I smashed his place? Despair? Disappointment?

"Hel, I am sorry for what I said earlier. I.."

"Jayden please stop. I'm not in a mental state to discuss all that. If you are truly sorry you can just let me go and let me move on with my life. About those people, I don't wanna hear anything. If they find me I know what to do. You don't,..You don't have to be worried about the martyr thing."

He was trying to say something. But he stopped immediately and went to his room.

When he came back, he give me his shirt and the key!

"Here, take this key. I'm sorry for whatever I did to you. I know I hurted you and that I don't have the right ti apologise, yet for my conscience I am doing this, I am sorry Hel..Helen Jane."

I was awestruck for a second.

"You are free to go and this would be our final meet."