Unforeseen, Uncomfortable & Unbridled

Chapter Two (Part I)

~Chapter Two~

REunion, REmorse & REminiscence

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Part I

WARNING: UNEDITED

Zacharias’s POV

 What the heck?

How in the world does Barb come here? Fury arouses in my chest. I grab her by her wrist and drag her away from the prison behind me as far as possible.

Barb doesn’t try to fling away my firm grip on her, not even once. She somehow grasps my thick wrist back tenderly, surrounding her thin fingers around it with difficulties. She simply walks behind me, as I feel the intense stare on my back. Seldom has she been this obedient to me.

I am too exasperated by the fact she appears so ignorantly. Shoot. I have done everything to stop this from occurring.

As I tighten the strong grip irrepressibly, I hear a small, compressed yelp from Barb, who encloses her lips to reduce the volume, but I am still able to catch her whisper.

I loosen my clutch but she immediately grabs mine more securely, which at the same time crushes my sleeve more tightly, forming untidy creases and folds on it.

She assures with a bitter smile, “I’m fine, really.”

No. She is not.

I twisted her wrist.

And I wasn’t aware of it.

Darn it.

Even so I cannot say I’m sorry. I gulp down the apology, which is about to run out of my mouth.

I keep my penetrating sight on her even though I don’t have to. I can already see through her façade with just one glance. She is about to cry. Her glistening eyes are eagerly demanding the truth and reason from me. Her smile is forced. And she misses me so damn much, which is the least thing she wants me to know. I know that because she is having the exact same expression with the reflection I look into the mirror every day. The corners of her mouth remain stiff, and they can just curve slightly upward, which is not classified as a smile since happiness is not shown there.

I hate to admit that, but I miss her so damn much too. It’s just…she cannot see through me the way I do.

She has grown into a gorgeous lady than I last saw her five years ago, which does more harm than good to my heart. It pounds even faster in my chest. Damn. Damn. Damn.

She has cut her hair, which only radiates her boyish charisma. Her eyes are still so blue, like the lucid sky after raining; so mesmerizing that I would lose myself in the ring of laser beam effortlessly.

“Why on earth are you here?” asks Barb, roaming over me with determination in her eyes to get the answer.

I can’t move. I can’t speak. What the…

“I know you’re taking oaths in your mind. Stop wasting your freaking time and answer the stupid question.” She growls, concealing her sorrow with the outburst of her fury.

I clear my throat, “I do not remember you, miss. I’m not the one you’re looking for.”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Zacharias.” Tears well up and coat her eyes, waiting for my signal, ready to drop at any time, “You didn’t get kidnapped, did you? You chose to leave me yourself seven years ago.” The last sentence was more like a status than a question.