Inessa

10

Inessa

I was feeling weak. The whole day I didn't woke up from bed from the moment he had left me in the morning. I had no energy to get up and cook. One more thing was that I had nothing in my fridge except milk.

I sighed as my stomach growled. It was 5.30. While leaving he said he would come back. Would he really come back to check upon someone who was nothing but a mere housekeeper? I was not sure but his presence infront of my apartment door proved me wrong. There he was standing with a bag in one hand and bouquet in other.

"Can I come in?" He asked making me come back from my thoughts.

"Of course, please."

"Don't stand." He said making me sit on the couch.

"Here, these are for you." He said giving me bouquet. There were white roses. A smile crept on my face as I smelled them.

"How are you feeling now?"

"Better." I said but felt embarrassed immediately as my stomach made noise.

"I doubt that Miss Inessa. Did you had lunch?"

"No."

"You shouldn't be skipping meals Miss Inessa, specially when you have wound that needs to be healed. Here I have bought dinner. Have it and then take medicine." He said and stood up to leave.

"Stay a little longer." I don't know what happened to me in that moment but I didn't wanted him to leave.
He halted his steps and turned back, looking at me. His facial expressions relaxed and he came back. He went in the kitchen and brought a plate. "Have dinner with me. I would not be able to finish this alone." I said to which he thought for a second and brought a plate for himself too. No one spoke a word. We both ate in silence. But it felt good. I felt at peace.

"I have filled your fridge so next time don't skip meals. It's getting late. I should leave." He said and left.

After ages I have felt safe. Mr Rossi what are you doing to me?

It's been three days and every day Mr Rossi would come with food. He would eat with me on my request. My wound was better than before.
I was preparing brownies for him, it was about time. He would come anytime soon. The doorbell rang and I went to open it without checking who was outside.

As soon as I opened the door a man with a knife entered in the house. He didn't gave me chance to scream. "Shh. One word from this pretty mouth and I won't think twice before slitting this throat." He said and pointed at coach.

I sat down. He took out rope and tied my hands. I was getting scared. What this man going to do? Somewhere in my heart I was wishing for Mr Rossi to show up.

"Tell me where is money?" He asked.

"I am sorry. I don't have money." A slapped landed on my face making me hiss in pain.

"Bitch. Fine if you don't want to tell but don't blame me for ruining your house then." He said and started throwing things. He destroyed everything but couldn't find anything. He came towards me, his eyes were red. He held my hair in fist making me jerk my head backwards. He stared for few seconds because smirking.

That look.

The same look my ex gave me that day.
He had the same look and now his eyes were roaming on my body. I felt sick to the core. I wanted to throw up as his finger grazed my cheek where he had slapped earlier.

"I think I will have to settle with you today since you don't have money." He said making me feel disgusted.

He was about to touch my thighs when the door opened. I have never felt this much happy for having him here. The moment he saw the thief hovering above me, he cursed. The bag fell down from his hands and the next second he was punching the thief.

"Bastard. How dare you? How dare you touched her?" Mr Rossi growled. I have never seen him loosing him calm let alone seeing him this much angry.

"Leave me." The thief managed to say. He was powerless in front of Mr Rossi. He didn't even stand a chance as Mr Rossi easily overpowered him. "She was saying the same thing. Now taste your own medicine." Mr Rossi said and continued to punch him.

"Enough Mr Rossi. He will die if you continued." I cringed looking at the guy who was barely recognisable. He had broken his nose and teeths.
Few minutes later the police came and took the guy. I didn't realised when Mr Rossi called police. He came towards me and opened the rope. His fingers caressed my cheek where I was slapped. He closed his eyes and gulped before checking me for any other injury. It was relief that I had bruise only on my wrist and cheek.

"Where is first aid kit?"

"In the bathroom, second cabinet."

He came back with the first aid box and started applying ointment on my bruises. My mind shifted towards what happened few minutes ago. My nightmare was about to repeat. Tears rolled down from my eyes as I started thinking about it. What if he had not come on time today? What if I had no one to check up on me?

I was so closed to loose the little bit of life I had. I would have preferred dying than bearing the same pain again. "Shh. Don't cry." He said. That was it. I hid my face on his chest and broke down. For the first time I was seeking comfort from someone else. He caressed my back and let me cry my heart out.

"Enough now butterfly. You are safe. No one will even dare to hurt you." He said trying to comfort me. We stayed like that for few minutes before I calmed down.

He looked around to find my apartment completely destroyed. "You are coming with me." He said and before I could protest he had lifted me in his arms leaving no chance for me to resist.