Clowny Mess!

Chapter 11 ~ Misunderstanding

Third Person

"What happened?" He asked.

She was panting heavily as if she encountered a ghost.

"Noth- Nothing! I'm going." She spoke and turned to go.

Charles held her hand. She turned back to face him.

He asked, "Am I that unreliable?"

Diana stuttered and became quiet.

"It's not okay, It's not. I feel very low. I feel like a failure when I see you stuttering around me, hesitating around me. I don't want to," Charles was interrupted by Diana.

"I'm very tired. I need to go." She turned and this time, She wasn't willing to listen to any calls, wasn't willing to go back, wasn't willing to turn again.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she felt guilty and helpless.

Diana's POV

I couldn't tell Sarah that night. I was freaking stupid to call her. I already knew she would not believe me but still, I wanted someone to come there for me.

I wanted to tell Charles everything, every single thing today. I hate myself for going into his office. It was very dumb of me to react like that in front of him.

I knew Sarah would not believe me so I didn't tell her.

I knew Charles would over-believe me so I didn't tell him.

I was still confused about whether I was dreaming there or if it was all real.

I was feeling if my veins of the brain were rupturing.

I contacted the only person who knows everything about it and I'm sure he will understand what I'm going through.

There was a knock at my door, after several minutes.

He was there, Nathaniel!

He came in and started asking me questions, which I barely could listen to. I was very disturbed.

I was so stressed out that I felt dizzy. My legs were shaking and I didn't know when I came crashing down on the ground.

And everything after that went blank.

I woke up in my bed. My head was aching while I managed to walk out of my bedroom.

Someone was standing in front of the bookshelf. I couldn't see his face as he was facing the shelf.

My breath was heaving.

"Who's there?" I called out.

He turned and with the most cheerful smile, he came near me.

"Everything is okay, Diana. You're safe." Nathaniel spoke.

"Nat- Natalie? Where is my daughter?" I asked him, worry clearly visible on my face.

"She's safe too. Don't worry." He said.

I fell on the couch but instantly settled myself while Nathaniel was trying to help me out.

"Sit!" I slightly ordered.

"Well, Diana, Don't you think you have to tell this to Charles? He would be upset if he knew you were telling me everything but hiding from him." Nathaniel said.

"That's not a big deal. I'll handle his fury. I'm used to it." I said, and after a pause, I again asked, "You are my friend, and so does he. Why are you asking like that?"

He was a little shocked. He blinked twice and said, "Your friend? Diana, I know you two were friends at first, but now he's your spouse, and you have that little angel 'Natalie' too. You shouldn't hide things from him."

Now, this was my time to get shocked, and I was.

I laughed a little and started explaining to him, "Where'd you get this information? He is not my HUSBAND; we are just friends. And maybe that's what it has to be."

He was perplexed, and he started muttering something in excitement, which I couldn't listen to.

I was zoning off all of a sudden. It was getting blurry and all I could see was a black fog coming out of the main door.

He snapped his fingers in front of my eyes. And it all vanished.

"Are you okay? What's there?" He asked.

"Nothing, I was just- Coffee?"

"What? There's coffee?" He said, confused.

"No, I was asking if you want coffee," I said, trying to distract him.

"Okay,"

I headed towards the kitchen and heard his voice, "Black Coffee without sugar."

I made coffee, empty-minded.

I gave him the coffee mug and adjusted myself on the couch and stared at the antique piece placed on the tea table

"So the one who likes everything colourful, drinks black coffee!" I said, diverting my eyes from the antique piece to him.

"Yup, those who are colourless from the inside need to find colours outside." He said, taking another sip from his coffee.

"Mhm, Impressive answer!" I said while spitting some coffee.

"Reality! I've noticed it and experienced too." He said.

I could see the mask he was trying to put on his face.

I gave him a warm smile.

This time, he broke the silence.

"Everything you said earlier, that revelation, was very unexpected and startling."

I smiled.

He again said, "But that's cool, we have some chances now!"

"Chances of what?" I asked.

"Chances of- like, you know what I mean,", He said, getting nervous.

"No, I don't know what you meant, tell me," I spoke

"Um, chances of being together?" He said, scratching his back of the neck.

What the actual f

I was going to tell him straight away but the doorbell rang.

I excused myself and opened the door.

"Hey! Good Evening." I greeted.