Heal Me With Your Love

Heal Me With Your Love ~ 3

"What happened last night?", her fiery eyes blazing blue fire. Her hoarse voice, cracking in pain and confusion.

Skye slowly woke up. She immediately noticed that she was unclad, with nothing on her but a soft fleece blanket hiding her bare frame from the cold air blowing through the air conditioning system.

She was a mess and her mind was hazy. As she opened her unfocused vision, the first thing she saw was a large frame of a man, wearing a white polo, dark blue slacks and black leather shoes, sitting on a huge dark green velvet chair facing her. Seemed like he was awaiting for her slumbering form to wake up.

Was he watching me sleep?

Skye swallowed the lump in her throat.

"What did you do to me?", she wailed. She couldn't even raised her voice out loud.

Was her innocence... gone?

Her purity? Her virginity?

"Did you... did you r-rape me last night?! Did you, Leonard?!", her blue eyes glared at him hatefully. She clutched the blanket closed to her chest.

Hiding herself from this man.

The boy she used to know.

"I didn't", he murmured. His unwavering grey eyes watched her acting timidly for the first time, in a long time.

The last time they saw each other was more than seven years ago. Her eyes were furious and her mouth were screaming expletives at him.

"Then why am I not wearing anything?!"

"All I did was remove your clothes. I didn't violate you if that's what you're thinking", he answered in that dry tone of his as if it was a normal occurrence between them both, him taking her clothes off. "Your dress was full of vomitus. I didn't want the sheets to smell."

Skye blushed in tender embarrassment.

He was more concerned about his possessions than my own well-being?!

"I-I want to go home...", Skye said in a small voice. She didn't want to be here.

Especially with him!

"I will call A.D. and tell him. Why were you in that club?"

"W-we celebrated our last day of Fashion week."

"Who were you with? What did you drink? When did you start drinking?", Leo bombarded her with questions.

Skye bit her trembling lower lip. She just wanted to hide under the covers and forget about everything.

Everything including him and his presence.

"I swear Skyelar, if you won't tell me I'll...", Leo stopped and took a deep breath, calming himself in the process.

This seemed like a déjà vu between them all over again.

Him interrogating her every time he caught her doing something untoward as a little girl.

"Do you remember anything?", Leo asked. He leaned forward. His eyes observed her and his voice was gentle and kind.

"I don't." Skye's eyes welled up with tears again. "I-I heard voices talking to each other in the private room but I didn't r-recognised their voices. My hearing wasn't clear. I... I think... there was something mixed in my drinks... I... I was—"

"You were drugged", Leo replied matter of factly.

"Maybe... but with what?"

"Something potent. A dangerous kind."