The Devil's Possession ✔ (Completed)

Chapter 12 - The Devil is Angry

And everything was blank...

Because the moment I closed my eyes, I felt I was pushed against a hard chest. I opened my eyes only to find Callahan wrapping his arms around me. I tilted up and saw the dark hollow of his eyes. He had taken his appearance of the devil, his horns resembled a bull beautifully carved and I was seeing them from close for the first time.

He bore a grim expression on his face and the way his brows furrowed it confirmed he was angry and very displeased at the moment. I was so mesmerized by his beauty, I forgot to breathe for a moment and when I breathed, I noticed the clenches on his jaw.

"I-"

"What were you thinking while running as a mad woman in the streets without looking at your surroundings?" He growled which made my heart tremble with fear.

His voice was a tad more deeper than usual and his words were harsher this time. I had never seen him angry before. He would always smile or make everything around me so smooth that I had forgotten, he would be much worse if he got angry.

I wanted to say something, anything but it seemed my voice didn't come out.

"You wanna die that badly, eh?" He asked, his voice was dangerously low which made a shiver run down my spine. He smirked but it wasn't the usual smirk he would always give, it said, he was very serious and furious. I could feel his anger on all above my skin but my whole being seized under his gruesome eyes.

"I can take your life this instant, Carson and will make sure you regret everything in hell." He said and I felt my tears threatening to come out.

I am sorry, I wanted to say but I barely could voice out my thoughts as my vocals must have gone to take a vacation.

"You should be," he said as his face came near and he took my chin up with one of his hands and said--more like threatened, "There wouldn't be a next time if I find you are careless."

I nodded stiffly as he loosened his other arm and my feet found the ground. As I stabled myself, he was already gone.

My heart was still banging against my ribcage and I breathed heavily as I looked around. I was stunned to find myself in the washroom of our office.

So he took me here when the truck was about to hit me. I was scared of him and I felt like having a mental breakdown but then it struck me. He saved me.

I was about to die but he saved me. I was regretting everything when I knew it was the end of me but he had given me a chance. A chance to grab a hold of my life and tears poured out of me like a stream.

"I am sorry." I mumbled as I finally found my voice. His presence was so overwhelming that it was rather terrifying to speak. I had never felt that much scared in my life. Not even when the truck was about to hit me but I was scared of him.

I thought he didn't have such a side of him because he had always appeared before me with a goofy and playful personality but after witnessing his angry side, I decided I would never want to witness it again.

I looked at the mirror and saw I was a mess. My hair was everywhere, my make up was washed away with sweat and tears but my mascara was intact.

Letting the thoughts of Callahan aside, I brought out my make ups and washed my face before applying them again. The whole time I felt upset because Callahan never leaves without making a comment on me. But today, he went without even taking a glance at me. Was he that angry? But why?

I huffed in frustration, and decided that I would talk to him after I reached home as I saw my watch. I was right on my time.

I composed myself and combed my hair. Now I looked presentable.