Bed of Nails

Chapter 93

I just don't know what he is up to.

I decide to wait for him until he returns. I changed my clothes, then I started to pace around the bedroom, waiting for him. I don't know how long I kept walking from one to the other. I only gave up when my feet started to ache. I looked at the clock. It will be midnight in half an hour. I don't know where he is. I decided to call him again, but he once again didn't pick up his cell phone. I wanted to call his secretary and asked him to call him, but it was too late at night. I exhaled in frustration. I just don't know what to do. I was hungry, I was tired, and I was so worried for him. I sat on the armchair and pulled my knees up to rest my chin on it. I kept staring at my cell phone screen. 

“Where are you?” I said, still looking at the screen. I kept looking at it until my eyes turned heavy. My stomach still grumbled, but my tiredness took over. I don't know when I fell asleep in an armchair with my cell phone still in my hands. The sleep was not a peaceful one. I had a very bad dream, and it made me open my eyes wide. 

"Erick!” I screamed while I gasped for air loudly. Tears welled up in my eyes, ready to roll down my cheeks. My heart was beating so fast, and my whole body felt cold as if I were taking a dip in ice-cold water. I was immediately pulled into warm arms. A sob left my mouth as I felt his arms around me. I was in bed with him beside me. I remember falling asleep on the chair. 

“Shhh, I'm here,” he whispered in my hair while hugging me tightly. Tears rolled down my eyes. The dream was so bad. I saw his car getting hit by a truck. 

"I saw you,” I sobbed, fat tears rolling down from my eyes. I couldn't form the sentence. 

“Shhh, I'm alright, nothing has happened to me,” he cooed to me with his hand, making soothing circles on my back to call me down. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his neck. The bad feeling after seeing his car get trashed by a truck was still there. I took a deep breath in his scent. I sob a little slowly, calming down my wildly beating heart. I was still anxious. I was still sobbing when he broke the hug and cupped my face. His thumb whipped my tears. I was still sobbing, and my eyes were still lowered. I was still in the haze of that bad dream. 

“Fergus told me you didn't eat your dinner,” he said while his thumb brushed my eyelids. My sobs died down slowly, and I lifted my eyes to look at him. His question made me remember why I didn't eat my dinner. 

“Where were you?” I asked while glaring at him with my teary eyes. My chest rises and falls with an inaudible sob. 

"Nowhere,” he said, and once again I tried to wipe my eyes, but this time I slapped his hands away. I whipped my eyes, and now my clear vision moved all over his face. I saw a bruise on his left cheek and his lip. He went for a fight. He still goes to fight with people. 

“Where were you?” I questioned him again. How I wish he didn't go there. He pressed his lips together and moved his hand to one again, trying to get me in his arms, but I held my head, not letting him cut the distance. His jaw clenched when I did that, but he took a deep breath, looking at my red eyes and nose. 

“I went nowhere, doll,” he said once again, trying to get me back into his arms. He tried to remove my hands, but I refused to cut the distance between us. His constant denial of not telling me where he was confirmed that he was out there fighting someone and burning his anger while I was here calling and asking about him like a crazy woman. 

“You went to do a fight,” I said sternly, and his jaw clenched. 

“Here I was dying in my anxiety, and you were out there fighting with someone,” I said more sternly, ready to get out of bed. Tears that had dried down were once again rolling down from my eyes. 

“Do you even know how many times I called you? How would you know you were so busy fighting?” I sobbed loudly this time. I taunted him. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand. 

"Doll,” he tried to cup my face again, but I slapped his hand away. 

“No,” I said, not letting him touch me. My emotions were all over the place. That bad feeling still lingered in my heart and was rolling down my eyes. 

“Do you even have the slightest idea how worried I was?'' I sobbed, feeling so overwhelmed. Tears kept following from my eyes. I jabbed my finger into his chest, accusing him. I was so mad at him. 

“How would you know? You were so busy beating someone. Trying to take out my anger on someone else'' I wiped my tears. 

“I'm just tired of this. It would be better if" he did let me complete my sentence. Before I could say the next thing, he cupped my face and clashed his lips over mine. His lips moved over mine furiously. I closed my eyes, and my fingers curled into a fist. His touch made that feeling go away. He kissed me hard until I forgot what I was about to say to him. I was breathing heavily when he let go of my lips. My chest rose and fell, and I eagerly tried to fill my lungs. His lips didn't stop kissing me. I know it's his new tactic to distract me. But this time I will not get into his trap. 

Today, I will get my answers by hook or crook.

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