That Girl (AlDub story)

Chapter 8

I opened the villa's door, stepped inside and turned around to face Warren. He was standing in front of my door too, and just staring quietly at me.

"So... I'm going in to fix myself..." I told him in a low voice breaking the silence.

"I'll fetch you here. Wait for me." He said, and I nodded. "Close the door first." I nodded again and closed the door.

As soon as I closed the door I peeped in the peep hole, and I saw him look down and shake his head before leaving. I sighed and turned around.

I walked towards my luggage, and put it on top of the mini sofa at the side of the room. I zipped it open and grabbed my undergarments, denim, and white off shoulder blouse. (See picture above.) I walked towards the bathroom with my clothes I'll change into, and took my bath.

After almost an hour, I looked at my reflection at the mirror. I suddenly remember the exact scenario earlier, how Javie rubbed his thumb at my back and how he pulled the straps of my bra. I shook my head to shake off the thought and pulled my off-shoulder higher.

I grabbed my phone from my bed and texted Warren. "Hey, are you done?" I typed and send it to him.

I sat on the bed, and stared at the veranda. Tears welled up in my eyes. This is the first time. The first time that someone treated me that way. Was being a celebrity made the people think that I am just a label? Was being a celebrity made the people think that they can do everything that they want with me-- like invade my privacy, judge me, or do things they desire without thinking of any reservations for myself? Just because I am a celebrity?

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard my phone rang, I quickly slid to unlock it. "Hello." Warren said from the other line. "I'm already here outside the door."

"Ok, I'm coming." I answered, then I went towards the door and opened it.

I looked at my phone to end it, when I opened the door. When I looked up, Warren hugged me.

I was surprised. I stepped back and I quickly put my right hand on his back because I thought we'll both collapse to the floor with the impact he made. The door closed.

"I'm sorry." He said, his voice low. "I'm so sorry for not defending you right away. I knew I cannot trust him when he asked me to take picture of you, but I still trusted him. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you also saw such scene, because aside from he insulted you." He tightened the hug. "He also insulted my mom." I felt his emotion, and I remembered that his mom already died. He loved his mom so much that hearing such negative things about his mom really broke his wits.

I hugged him back and tap his back lightly. "There's nothing to be sorry about. Honestly, I don't know what I'd do if you were not there." Tears cascaded down my cheeks as discomfort run down my spine. Worst might have happened if Warren wasn't there. Worst like... Rape.

I tightened my hands around him. "I know, I know." I nodded. "It angers me how he talked carelessly about the two women I love." He said. I pulled away from the hug and stare at him intently. Warren placed his two hands on my face, wiped my tears. "Shh, don't cry."

I grabbed his hand but he winced in pain, I looked at his knuckles. "Hala! You haven't cleaned your wounds?" I pulled him towards the bed. "Sit down there, I'll just get my kit." I walked towards my luggage at the mini sofa.

"You have a first aid kit?" He asked.

"Yup, I have this pouch on my luggage or bag that I carry around." I zipped my luggage open. "So that in case of emergency, I can help myself or anyone in need." I glanced at him and he was looking at me. I returned my gaze to my luggage and grabbed my first aid kit. "I have here cotton, and Betadine." I walked towards the bed and pulled it out of the pouch.