Romira

Chapter - 13

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Akira

I don't know what's his problem with me but I know enough to see that he hates and he enjoys seeing me humiliated. He loves seeing me embarrassed. And I am, like a foolish stupid moth, drawn to his fire, knowing all too well he'll burn me when I'm close enough.

The truth doesn't scare me.

I revel in it.

I look up to see dark sky filled with twinkling star. I've always been fascinated by them. Mommy used to say when people die they become star and from afar they look out for their loved ones guiding them true path. I believe my family is also there, watching me, guiding me but are they proud of me? I've always wanted to make them proud. I just don't have any idea what the heck I'm doing anymore.

My train of thoughts break when I hear door open behind me. I feel a sudden shift in air, forming a strong magnetic charges around and I know who is he. I desperately want to turn around to see him but I don't, instead I tighten my grip on railing.

Romero. freaking. King.

Why can't he leave me alone?

Does he want to inflict some more pain?

I hear his quite but firm footsteps and I realise he is coming toward me. I close my eyes tightly when I feel his unmistakable presence behind me, causing the hairs of my nape jump up in alertness. I press myself forward to the rails try to increase the gap.

I stifle a gasp when his hands comes forward on the rail from the either side of me caging me.

What the hell is he doing?

I stiffen hearing his harsh intake of breath. I close my eyes tightly wanting it to be a dream or nightmare.

I must be dreaming.

It has to be a dream.

But turns out, it's not when he speaks, "You have been avoiding me."

No shit!

It is not a question.

A statement.

I don't say anything to this. What could I say anyway? I was avoiding him and it was pretty obvious.

That's it.

"Why?" There, he finally says it. I don't think he is in habit of people avoiding him and that is annoying him. He probably thinks everyone are begging for his attention.

Oh well, are not you?

Shutting the disturbing voice in my head. I reply, "Maybe because you are a heartless jerk."

I don't know if it's his scent that is messing with me or the drink that's making me bold and I don't really care right now. I'm rather liking my fearless answer.

Oh it feels so good to let it out.

"Oh yeah? How so?" His smooth voice warms my heart making it flutter against my will. His breath fanes across my skin, causing me shiver.

Shut down you bloody hormones!

But they don't.

"Lets see, you always make me cry. You are always humiliating and embarrassing me. You hurt me." I tell him, successfully recalling every moment with him, without wanting to break down.