Blackout

Chapter 7:

Chapter Seven

“Shit! Why are you crying?” Someone shouted in front of me. But I could care less.The pain Adrian brought to my heart is unbearable, to the point that I am really sobbing so hard.

“Claire! Please answer me!” Another shout pounded in my ear. I endlessly shook my head for the person shouting in front of me to stay away, but I was taken aback when soft lips pressed on my forehead. It was then that I stopped on my track.

Two eyes roamed around. I blinked, trying to clear my blurred vision since I was crying and I can see nothing but tears. My eyes pictured cream walls, wooden floor, black leathered sofa on the left part of the living room, and an open window covered with flying curtains because of the chilly air coming from outside.

I suddenly realized that I’m standing in front of Adrian, ugly crying with no reason.

“Hey, what happened?” Adrian asked in a soft voice. His hand touched my cheek, while his thumb slowly caressed it. My gray orbs found his green ones and all I can see is worry.

“Don’t hurt me, Adrian…” I said in the middle of my sobs. Those scenes seemed real, like it already happened or will happen in the future. But I can’t bear with it. Seeing Adrian’s demonic eyes made me want to go back being a child, worrying about nothing. I can’t stand seeing Adrian like that.

“What? I am not going to hurt you.” He spoke in a soothing manner. But my mind was so scared to believe him at this moment.

“Please let me go. I am not a slut.” I sobbed harder. I can’t stop picturing the scene when he forced me to have sex with him.

“Look, Claire. I was just kidding when I said ‘free fucks’. You’re not a slut, okay? I didn’t say that, and I’m never gonna mutter those words to you.” Adrian explained.

But my mind is still stuck on the nightmare of devilish Adrian—my Adrian. “Let go of me. It hurts.”

“Fuck, I’m really sorry. If I only knew that those simple words will affect you… I shouldn’t have said that. When I asked you what was wrong, all you did was stare on the floor. You were like that for a couple of minutes, and it scared the shit out of me.” He said sincerely.

“Please…” I whispered softly, so soft that it even sound like a sigh.

Adrian tried to touch my shoulder, probably to comfort me. But before his hand could make any contact with my skin, I immediately winced. I closed my eyes and tried to fight with my fright. Get out of there, Claire. It’s not real. I thought to myself.

A loud banging noise made my eyes snap open, and I saw Adrian’s right fist connected with the front door. His left arm was pushed against the door while his forehead rests on it, hiding his face from me.

In this moment where all I see is blood dripping from his hand, my mind was freed.

“Blood,” I whispered. All my life, I have been scared of blood. But this time, the thought of Adrian in danger petrified me more.

 Right away, I carefully grabbed Adrian’s arm, not wanting his wound to touch. I used my strength, since he’s muscled, and pulled him into the kitchen. I hauled a chair and let him sit.

“Wait here, I’m gonna get the first aid kit.” I commanded.

“Claire, are you alright now?” He asked me and I stared at him. How can he be so selfless at this time? For goodness’ sake, his fist is bleeding, and I was just crying earlier. To think that when you look in any direction, it is my fault that he punched the goddamned door.