Clowny Mess!

Chapter 12 ~ Jealous?

The door was making a creaking voice as I remained still at a specific distance from it. The hallway and the house were dimly lit, which prevented me from looking at the source of the force. I was waiting for it to be flung open, yet it took its time.

When it was opened fully, I felt my breathe hitching. It was stuck somewhere in my throat. I was pushing myself to breathe but it has no mind of doing that.

There was no one outside the door. It relaxed me. I couldn't help myself to turn around and go. But something stopped me on my track. It was a voice.

I slowly turned around and saw a ball coming in my direction. It hit my leg softly. I looked at it.

It was a Circus Ball. And all of a sudden, another ball hit me on my face with vigorous speed. It hastily came up to me and I couldn't even hold it as the ball went back.

I started screaming and yelling. I didn't know what to do. I looked here and there to grab something that I could fling in that direction. I was having a Panic attack.

My knees were going numb, it felt like they would get apart and have no chance of running from the situation. Anyhow I was forced to stay.

The only string that was holding me here was my daughter. She was my everything.

I noticed the same black fog which I saw in the afternoon coming from the door. It was blocking the vision. I felt irritation in my eyes. The fog was harmful to it. I closed my eyes.

After a good 1 minute, I opened them. To my surprise, I could see the ceiling of my room. I was in my room, in fact, lying on my bed. If I was sleeping here peacefully, then what was that all about?

It was a dream, a stupid dream. I rubbed my eyes.

As I sat there in silence, I found myself smiling a little. What happened in the afternoon was horrible yet cute.

When I opened the door, I found Charles leaning on the side wall and smirking at me.

I greeted him. I wanted to say sorry badly so I decided to go with it.

"Char- Charles, I'm very ashamed for what I did-" I was again stuttering, but he seemed distracted.

"Are you listening to me?" I asked, and he nodded as a responsive stimulus, but then he yanked his eyes in my direction.

He said, "No-" and his voice slightly came out as weak.

He cleared his throat and again said, "No! Who is this Man in your house?"

I looked back and saw Nathaniel grinning widely at him while standing.

I was going to tell him but he was quick to barge in and stand right in front of Nathaniel.

His eyes were full of rage, and his face was a canvas of confusion and Jealousy.

And on the other side, Nathaniel was calm and composed with a grin on his face.

They both were in stark contrast to each other.

"Who are you?" He asked, fuming with anger. God knows why was he reacting like that.

Before Nathaniel could answer, he asked me, "Is he threatening you, Diana? Are you worried because of him?"

I couldn't answer. I loved how Charles cared about me. I loved how he wanted to help me through my problems. I just looked at him.

He was looking like the blazing Sun yet I didn't mind looking at him as if melting like a popsicle was my decision or destiny. I wanted to embrace his fire as anger so it doesn't harm him even if it could lead me to burn.

I was quiet, and I saw restlessness behind him; it was Nathaniel. I came out of my stupid thoughts and looked at them. Charles laid his hand on Nathaniel's collar. Was he going to beat him? I was wondering what he was going to do next.

Nathaniel called me. "Diana, Would you spare a second telling him not to punch me? I'm a respected police officer."

"Police officer?" I heard Charles muttering under his breath.

I held Charles' arm and asked him to let Nathaniel go. He did. Nathaniel adjusted his tie and looked at him, vaguely.

"I don't care if you are a police officer. Police are executed by the government to ensure the safety of common citizens, especially women and children. You violated all the laws by yourself by threatening a woman along with a 7-year-old kid. And how can you still call yourself a cop? I'll lawsuit you, you damn fu-" Charles said, burning with rage. He didn't care if that would take him to ashes. He was ready to fight with the government for me.

He was interrupted by Nathaniel, "Dare to disrespect a cop and I'll tell you what more government can do."

"If you know with whichever laws you're giving me warning or threatening works on an on-duty officer. Don't try to harm her or else you're directly messing with me! Understood?" I couldn't take my eyes off Charles. I felt loved, cared for, and important.

I was staring at him, with my thinking process running constantly as a marathon runner.

Until someone shouted at me. It was Nathaniel. They kept on arguing all the time when I was busy daydreaming.

And again, Charles took the lead and attacked him. I tried pulling him off Nathaniel by his shoulders. He was muscular, big and didn't get in my tiny hands.

"How dare you shout at her? And importantly, in my presence? Didn't you think of the consequences?" He screamed.

I wondered why did Charles get very possessive of me.

I stood on the couch and yelled at the top of my lungs. "STOP!!"

Charles obeyed. "And shut up!!"

He raised his eyebrow.

"To listen to me?" I said. I could sense him sighing

"To hear the truth?" I asked

He nodded while looking at Nathaniel with an angry + hungry werewolf look.

I told him who Nathaniel was and why he was there. Not the Clown part, obviously.

The next second, we were on the couch. I was sitting beside Nathaniel with Charles adjacent to me. It felt like I was stuck in between. Eventually, they both started acting like Jailers and I was an innocent prisoner.

And as time went on, I could sense the wave of Jealousy coming from Charles.

If he wasn't shackled with my friendship, he would've thrown Nathaniel out of the house.