Kande Beach

Stiches

Nishaan's POV:

He put me down for a moment. I rested my body against the wall for support. My eyes were closing. I was in no state to react or say anything.

"Let's clean you and then we're going to the hospital," he said while searching for something in his wardrobe. He brought me a blue fluffy towel.

"Not this one, I look dull in blue. Do you have white?" I asked innocently even though I didn't have the strength to talk. He threw his head back in frustration but he went in and bought me a white towel.

I wanted to tell him everything but I was failing to do so.  Every time I opened my mouth, The tears started to fall too thickly. 

He came closer and I stared into his eyes. Without any hesitation, he tore my dress apart, leaving me with my undergarments. My hands immediately covered my front as I was suddenly conscious. I wear revealing clothes but why was I conscious in front of him? I thought.

This all-time I was waiting for him to be angry at me but he was not. I kept staring at him. He avoided eye contact most of the time.

He removed the hands and wrapped one of my hands around his neck as he picked me up. I was busy staring at him as I didn't even realize I was in the bathtub filled with cold water.

"It's cold, let me out! Let me out!" I screamed.

"It's hurting Jackson!" I screamed, cried more, and then my eyes fell on the water. It had turned red—dark red.

"Give me just one minute, okay?" he asked and I shook my face while crying. Everything was hurting like hell.

He didn't waste any time. He flushed out the dirty water. He used the shower head to clean me. 

"What happened to Nishu?" We heard a cute voice. We both turned to half-sleepy James who was now staring at me and scanning me with a worried look.

"Nothing, she just fell!" Mr. Jackson replied.

"I couldn't sleep, I'm scared," he spoke. 

"Wait for me outside, I'm coming." he nodded and left.

"Why's he here?" I said in a weak voice.

"His parents are out of town, so he left him with me." 

I saw all the dirt and blood washed off. I rested my head back against the tub as I closed my eyes. I wanted to sleep.  felt him pick me up. I didn't open my eyes but rested my head on his chest. He got wet too. I was then placed on the table near the closet. He dried me off. Then changed into a huge light blue t-shirt. He then unclipped my bra and removed it like he was a pro. 

I was kind of embarrassed that he had to do something like this. I stood up slowly and his face was freaked out.

"I can do it, turn around!" but he didn't. He came closer and handed me some black shorts of mine which I left there. He closed his eyes.

I noticed, he had hung my clothes beside his, in this closet.

"I made it in your closet!" I commented and smiled weakly.

I removed my wet panty and wore shorts immediately. It hurt but I had to do it.

"Done!" I informed. He opened his eyes. Again he avoided eye contact and pick me up. Now we were downstairs. "I thought we were going to sleep now," I asked.

I saw James opening the front door.

"Where are we going?" I panicked. The car was already ready outside. 

"We're taking you to the hospital," he smirked and I looked at him in horror.

"You cannot take me to the hospital," I semi-yelled.