Taming the Bitch (COMPLETED) Wattys2018

Chapter V - THE CLOSET

"Leave." As cold as an ice, she says as Vincent opens the door of the vehicle for her. She managed to somehow stop the bleeding by pressing  so hard on her own hand. They are now at the parking lot of The Atelier in Manhattan where  she lives while she is here in New York.

The tall handsome guy just looked at her like what she said is the stupidest thing he'd ever heard. Gabrielle rolls her eyes and started  walking to the building now.
She has no time argue more with this stranger. She's getting dizzy probably because of the wounds...but more than that, she's getting  dizzy because of how her father is interfering her life again.

Closing her eyes tightly as she begins to have tunnel vision, Gabrielle leans on her side on the wall of the elevator for support. Her right hand is shaking, her top and pants are spilt with her own blood.

"Which floor...?" She hears Vincent ask her before feeling his huge warm hand on her bare shoulders.

"You're cold..." He says before catching her as she gets weaker. The cut must be really deep and she cursed. If it could kill her, it would've been fine. But it isn't as if a couple of cuts could actually cause her death which she wouldn't mind as her life is just so hateful.

"I'll be fine..." She rolls her eyes pushing his hands away only to lose balance.

"I told you I'll bring you to the hospital!" He says as he catches her and carries her again. This time in a bridal style.

"You're heavier than your weight..." He scoffs in German, his mother tongue,  which she just frowned to.

"Penthouse... No hospitals..." She says softly letting him carry her. Right now, she wouldn't admit but she needs someone to just be with her. Someone who could care for her. She's at her most vulnerable, not because of the cuts or the blood she lost.

But because of the turn of events that are pulling her back to the life she hates the most. A life under the roof of her father. A robotic life that ruined her... Her dreams...and her own mother...

Gabrielle hides her face on his chest as once again, the horrible memories of how she lost her mother flash back to her mind. The elevator finally opens and he starts walking them out of the suffocating room.

Vincent looks at the young woman in his arms. Her eyes are tightly closed so are her fists. He could almost give in to the urge to kiss her forehead as she hides her face on his chest. He can feel her breathing through the fabric of his shirt which pulls him even closer to just holding her tighter and giving in to kissing her. Right at this moment, they are still strangers to each other, yet... They are not.

He feels as if his body could recognize hers being next to his like this...her warmth feels like...home.

Vincent shakes his head. This is horrible!

He'd only met her couple of hours ago. He shouldn't feel this way for this brat!

He shouldn't be trapped in her stunning beauty like this.

He had never been this close to this young woman. The only times he'd seen her were those times when he'd secretly follow and watch her from afar---to see what kind of a girl he is bound to tie himself into.

Not this close... Not to this point when he's already seen her like this. Like the vilnerable girl that she's covering up with her strange personality through the scandals she's involving herself in.

Right now, Gabrielle is nothing more than a girl who is bruised... A girl who is hurt... A girl who needs love and protection. Be it from her own father or someone else... Right now, all he wants to do is uncover and break the image she is covering herself with.