I Was Forced To Be Yours.

C H A P T E R - F I V E

Sheila ran as fast as she could. She just wanted to keep on running until she reached another dimension. But she was only a human and she was also not an athlete. Even if she didn't want to, she had to stop to catch her breath. She entered a park. The park was closer than her house.

Sheila's POV

I sat on a bench with a thud. I could hear my heart racing. I could sense all the nerves on my ear running a marathon.

I don't know what I felt. No, I am not going to get cliché and say that I think I like or have feeling towards Aiden etc. because I do not.

Is he attractive? Yes

Does he attract me? No

Is my heart racing? Yes

Does it race for him? No.

Why? Because I was bloody running.

I just couldn't come to accept the fact that Aiden was g-gay.

"For a short height girl like you. You sure do run fast." Someone sat on the same bench as me.

I thought this person was talking to someone else until-

"Why did you run away like that, Sheila?" The voice spoke again.

Think Sheila! Think!

"I...I got a panic attack?" I said after a while, looking to the side, at him.

"And so you were running?"

"No! I was jo-jogging out of the house to get fresh air."

"Uh- what?"

"And and the doctor said to walk around after whenever I calm down!" I said sort of satisfied with the worst lie ever spoken.

"But you were fast."

"N-no. I was just... jogging and came to the park. Maybe erm... maybe my jogging is faster than your running or whatever." I shrugged looking anywhere but to him. 

"Yeah sure, in your dreams." He huffed away looking to the other side.

"Hey, look up. This is where we met!" he poked my shoulder.

I looked up and scanned the park. It was indeed the same park.

"The weather is turning a little bad. You want me to drop you at your place." David said standing up.

"If you haven't noticed, we both came here on foot. And anyways my house is just a few minutes away." I stood up dusting the non-existing dirt off my pants.

"Alright, smarty pants. See you around." He rolled his eyes.

*

'Miss? Your phone has been ringing for the past hour. Don't you want to answer it?" Lilly, our housekeeper, said standing beside my bedroom door.

I came home from the park and curled up in my bed. I was feeling tired/exhausted. I left my phone on the corridor.

"First, stop calling me Miss. I have a name, you know? Please.Second, nope I don't want to answer any calls but you can give me the phone." I stretched my hand out.

She placed the phone on my hand, smiled and left.

I have got 20 missed calls and 5 texts. All from Aiden.

What do I say to him after rushing out of the room like a maniac?

"You stupid Piece of shit."