Healing The Broken

Chapter 5.

*Rhea Millers’ Point of View*

“Ahhhh! What the hell is this shit?”

I heard somebody scream. If somebody is having nightmares, then I will feed them with sleeping pills. No joke. If you cannot sleep because of your past which may or may not be horrid, go to a rehab, why come to a new place disturbing my lovely sleep.

I gently removed my duvet and felt my feet collide with the cold floor. This scream better be worth it.

As I made my way towards the room where a guy was wailing like a maniac I eavesdropped on Seth’s door.

“You have an artificial dick, but what if it contains some STD and put me on birth control and ruins my marriage plans next month!”

“That girl was lying babe! Whoa, your marriage? Are you engaged? Holy shit! I am a marriage breaker!”

I silently chuckled after hearing this. No matter this guy is a jerk, he will be fun to stay around.

When I reached the room I was aiming for, I pushed the door open and saw the most cliché girl room I would ever imagine. Pink hearts cushions, pink hearts on white curtains, god knows what.

Then a guy turned around, the same bewildered expression plastered on his face as he saw me.

But when I saw his face, I was speechless, he was gorgeous.

A perfect unpluck eyebrows, a pointed nose, full plum lips, a hard jawline, beautifully high cheek bones, and also a wonderful pair of gray eyes.

Those eyes scared me, they were the exact same shade of the eyes he had. But these ones, they held pain, the pain not occurring from heartbreak, but there was a lack of happiness, true happiness in his eyes. However, it first pained me to look into his beautiful eyes with black rings on its end, but now, I want to know his story, and I want to know what caused him to become so

As I came out of my gaze, I noticed him gazing at me with the same amount of concern and affection.

“Your walls are already breaking.”

My subconscious said at the back of my mind. But she was right, I could not let him pass through me, I could not let me get on the urge to pain so easily.

What do I know about him? He may be charming, rich or affectionate, but what if he is the same person I trusted with so much anticipation. What if the only thing different about them is the black ring around this guy’s eyes. What if he gets drunk and brings girls home every night. What if-

“Umm, hey.”

“Oh, hey, actually good morning, you woke me up.” I said in a harsh voice.

“Well, I can keep you up the rest of the night too, if you want to.” He offered.

“I am not one of your slut’s or bimbo’s stranger.” I instantly snapped.

“I was thinking about watching a movie. But if you were thinking of that, I am too tired to enter you right now. I will think about your offer sometime later. I am Aaron, by the way.” He said with a wink.

“Rhea, Rhea Millers.” I said in a low voice. I could not embarrass myself any more in front of him.

Where was that vulnerable guy I saw three freaking minutes ago?

“I will surely see you tomorrow sexy thing.” He said moving closer.

I moved back instantly. Me getting away from guys has become reflex to me now. All that enters in my mind is Sam. I suddenly closed my eyes at his recall in my mind.