The Miracle Of The Mishap

Chapter-2

His every move screams one thing, danger and I should be screaming for help.

That's what I exactly did. I screamed like my life was dependent on it which in all seriousness it was. I ran towards the cell bars and screamed for help.

"HELP!" I was sure everybody heard it but no one will come to my rescue. A large hand slapped around my mouth to muffle my screams and cries of terror. His voice was a whisper, very soft and actually sounded angelic.

"I am not going to hurt you." if I wasn't screaming I could have heard him more clearly. I twisted my neck to look at him with wide eyes. He must have noticed the questioning look I was giving him. "Why you don't believe me?"

I remove his hand slightly "You never gave a reason to believe"

"If I wanted you to be dead you would have reached up by now" still whispering.

"Up as in...." I look towards the ceiling "and why the hell are you whispering."

I could feel his lips on my ears slightly brushing and his breath fanning down . He groans "If they gets to know that the person which should be dead is alive then they will do the work themselves."

As soon as he said that it sent shivers running up and down my spine . My stomach drop into a large pit. To say I was scared that would be an understatement, I was trembling and freaking out.

"-But I am not doing that, so you can relax" if he thought his words made me feel better then no it made it even more worse.

And the concerning part was he was showing emotion, the look on his face was saying a lot. If it was anger that would have been more better because he looked worried.

If something made this guy worry then I was surely supposed to be put six feet under.

He slowly removed his hand "Don't you dare scream." I shake my head quickly which was a mistake. It made me dizzy, my legs started to gave out when suddenly I felt a strong grip on my waist holding in place. The hold he had wasn't too strong just enough to keep me in place. Dare I say a little gentle than I presumed.

Never did I ever assumed that I would ever be able to live to see such things. I slightly craned my neck to see his expression, it gave away nothing.

Again he spoke softly "Can you stand?" he looked at me from up and down and then kept his gaze on my face. Regaining my balance "I think I can." I slowly felt his grip loosened and then it was completely gone.

"I think you should sit down" to which I complied muttering thanks. I sat down in a criss crose applesauce on the ground. I hold my head in between my palms, it was still spinning and the pain wouldn't subside.

I heard a small whisper, if everything wouldn't be so quiet I am sure I wouldn't have heard that "why?"

I looked in his direction "wha-"

" Why did you do that ?" it felt like he was accusing me for saving his life.

Well I didn't know how to answer that I did that it felt right to do it. Maybe I felt guilt creeping in me to what I did to him this was the way I could apologize to him. For me actions said louder than just words and that is what I did. I looked at him, my eyebrows touching " I did it because I wanted to" I snapped.

He just stared at me. His lips moved but no words came out. My head started spinning again so I decided to lay down, might as well kill in my sleep.

"Thank you."

My head snapped towards him. Did he just said that or am I hallucinating? Maybe the effect of drug is coming to me. I didn't speak anything. I felt body heat near me, my body went stiff I didn't dare to move. My body was on high alert. He slightly touched my hair and suddenly he was holding y head in his hands. The first thing that crossed my mind was that he will snap it, I am sure of it .