It wasn't me

Chapter 21

Rose

At this point hours have passed, I don’t know how many but it has been long enough since I started to get cold and no more tears were left in me.

I tried to go and shower, clean the sink off of me but no matter how hard I scrub, how many layers or body wash I lathered on me, the feeling didn’t go away. I was only leaving more red marks on my body that I already had.

As soon as I was in my bedroom, my face disorted and my chest began to ache, flashbacks of what happened began to hit me as I sobbed into my pillow, my body trembling at the rememberance of the way he forcefully pinned me down.

What if someone sees that video? What if Eunha sees it?

A wave of nausea hits me as I quickly pry my blankets off me and run to the bathroom and I vomited.

After I was finally able to go back to my bedroom, the envelope on my desk, that I have put off to read gets tempting but I know what is awating for me. Why not put me out of my misery when I’m already in it?

I opened the envelope and at this point I wasn’t even surprised to see it’s contents. It was just like before. A butterfly and a note.

‘You got a nice bedroom, but I like your underwear drawer even more, can’t wait for you to get back home, say hi to Eunha from me. Maybe I will first but that stays between us.’

So the whole stalker story…the man who has harassed, stalked and abused me it was actually Cole…this whole time it was Cole.

I began to cry again as I felt like everything was too overwhelming for me to process right now. I cried as I began to overthink. The fact that he knew where I lived, where my bedroom was and he’s been in here. I hit my breaking point. The fact that I had evidence that he did that to me but I couldn’t do anything with it killed me. No one will believe it because no face was shown. Just notes and stupid butterflies.

After a lot of crying, I managed to cry myself to sleep, balled up on the ground. I couldn’f sleep on my bed knowing that Cole had probably been in here and sat in my bed. I was awoken by a hand that gently shook me.

Sleepy, I grunted quietly as I tried to see who it was but at the first glance of seeing a figure I reached for the closest thing I could throw, which was my lamp and tried to hit the figure and run away from the edge of the bed.

“Relax, it’s me.” A deep but soft familiar voice murmured and at the sound of his voice I felt my body instantly relax as he let out a sigh and turned to look at me better.

“Why are you here? Why do you know where I live?” I asked him shaking.

“Something was not right, I came to check on you.” He said in the same soft voice.

“Whose blood is that?” I asked as his tattooed hand was now colored in red. His jaw clenched, not answering my question. “I asked whose blood is that Eunha!” I repeated feeling like I could cry again.

“That doesn’t matter right now. I want to know why you are sleeping on the floor and who is the fucker that did that.” He said through gritted teeth as he pointed at my neck that was all bruised.

“You broke into my house at 3 am. I deserve to know the answer.”

“I have to protect you Rosie-“ he dodged my question and I screwed my eyes shut, placing my hands against my head, stressfully.

“That wasn’t my question, did you kill anyone Eunha?!” I raised my voice.

“No one will hurt you anymore. Okay? No one-“ he murmured as I once again placed my hands on my head as things were going past my control.

For the first time since I met him I felt unsafe. Usually he did protect me and showed up at the most convenient of times but now…I saw him as…a murderer. I have never expected it, well I was stupid. Really stupid.

“You’re a bad person, a really bad person.” I whispered, shaking my head as my body trembled.

“Rose, you got raped and I want to protect you, don’t go and flip it on me-“ he defended himself.

“You killed someone Eunha. Their blood is on your hands.” I was sobbing and body trembled. “You committed a crime, and you are so calm about it like you’re taking a walk in the park. Who cares if you’re here now?! I got raped and you weren’t fucking there when it happened. You usually come and “save” me at the exact right moment but this time you failed. You are late! And I don’t even know why I’m stressing myself over this because afterall you are just a stranger that I met one day and you decided that it was your job to protect me. I don’t even know who you are, if Eunha is your real name or even if you are my stalker in the first place because how the fuck would you know where I live in the first place or where I am every time you show up?!” I spat the words out loud and clear for him to understand.

“I gotta protect you-“ he repeated.

“Stop saying that! You killed someone for me, do you understand how fucked up that is? You are a sociopath!”

“I don’t know what you want me to say because I don’t regret it. I’d do it again. I’d do it a million times over if it meant that I get to see you safe.”

The shock on my face turned into horror, my mouth agape.

“Who even are you? You keep this whole act up, always with the hood and mask on. Who are you? You can kill me too. You know what just do it, I don’t even care anymore, I-“

My words were left hanging as he placed his hands on his head and in a second his hood went off then next was the mask. The horror on my face changed back to shock as I tried to comprehend everything that I was seeing.

Underneath the hood there was his hair. Black, soft, a bit outgrown and a mullet started growing. The same dark, almost black, sharp eyes that could get soft so easy, followed by his nose that was proportionate to his face, small and adorable, perfect for butterflies to land on. Thin lips that were a bit bruised from the fight that had probably gone down when he killed that person earlier today. I can’t…it can’t be, I was telling myself. I began pinching myself from everywhere wanting to wake up from this nightmare dream situation.

“Eunha…Felix…?” I murmured, not sure if he even heard me but after pinching myself so much my skin got even more red I realised this wasn’t a dream.

Balled up, sobs were leaving my mouth, causing my throat to ache, I could hear his footsteps get closer until he was next to me and embracing me. However the moment was short lived but I don’t think I ever felt warmer and better when hugged. He made me feel things that were to forbidden to even think about.

“Everything I did…I did it because I love you. I love you Rose and I know that you hate me right now but I will protect you, with every fiber of my being.”

Those were his last words before the just disappeared. I am guessing that he used the window to go away just like he used it to get in.

What did I get myself into?