Heartbreaks And Her

Chapter 3

The. Interior. Was. Amazing.

Looking at the mansion from outside you could never tell that the interior of it would be grand. From the chandeliers to the huge fireplace everything was classy and antique. Delilah didn't think twice before roaming around the huge house which apparently was abandoned a long time back.

She couldn't help herself from touching every single thing in the house. The armrests of the huge rocking chairs, the melted candlesticks, the ebony table, the now faded curtains. Wandering about she reached a room. A thought popped up in her head, "What if someone really lives here? Will I be reported for trespassing in private property?", but she brushed the thought away. Because if anyone even lived here he or she would have come out by now on hearing her call a couple of times.

So she pushed open the door to the room. A highly expensive looking bed sat in the middle, above which was a large chandelier. Delilah sighed as she could see every little thing which she had always imagined to have.

Walking through the corridors she felt as if someone was watching her. She became a little creeped out. First the eerie silence lingering in the air then the feeling of someone watching her. As much as Delilah hated to admit it she didn't want to leave this place. But she would once the incessant rain stopped.

She entered another room. This room was far more mysterious and scary than any other room, yet there was something that made one uneasy and restless to find that mysterious element. The chandelier here was broken, the mirror cracked from side to side and the bed undone, as if someone just woke up. This alone sent chills down Delilah's spine.

A little squeak made her heart thump so loud that she could hear it in the deadly silence. A gasp escaped her lips and when she saw it was just a small mouse she mentally squirmed at her nervousness.

Her mind was constantly telling her to leave but the place had casted a spell on her to stay. Like a magnetic field she was drifting closer and closer to the place. As she was about to leave and close the door to the creepy room, she heard someone's footsteps. A tall silhouette of a man strolled towards her from the darkness.

"Are you going somewhere, my dear?" he spoke in a thick British accent. He sounded young and quite sexy with that accent.

"I-I thought no one lived here. I just came in because of the rain. I'm sorry. I should've confirmed. I'll leave right away." Delilah stammered. It wasn't everyday that she got to meet a British and break into their houses and get caught.

"Don't worry, dear. You can stay here till the rain stops. You see, we have so less visitors here that it's a luxury to receive a guest." Delilah didn't know what to say so she flashed an awkward smile towards him. He came a few steps towards her and the light from outside reflected on his face.

She could only make out his ash-blonde hair neatly pushed back and his mysterious grey eyes. She couldn't see anything else. Till now, Delilah was completely intimidated by him, but when she saw his eyes, she knew he had been staying here alone for a long time; or maybe it was her mind taking things too far and maybe he was waiting for someone as he sure was dressed from head to toe.

"You have very beautiful eyes." She said.

"Why, thank you so much. You are quite a beauty yourself."

"Thanks. Have you been living here alone?"

"Yes, for a long time, yes. I prefer solitude but having pretty visitors like you is certainly a feast for the eyes."

"Thank you," she blushed as she wasn't ever used to such flattery but he seriously sounded sincere, "Mr.... sorry, what did you say your name was, again?"

"King. Arthur King."

"Hello and I'm Delilah. Delilah Smith." She said.

"Delilah? Nice name!"

Arthur came another step closer to her and she could see him clearly now. The first thing that caught her eyes was his handsome and perfectly chiseled face. Zac Efron and Ian Somerhalder surely failed in front of him.

But the next thing that caught her eyes was the knife stabbed in his heart and the blood spilling out ruining his perfectly ironed tuxedo. Delilah's heart bled seeing him like this but she was very shocked and frightened to see a man so charming in so much pain. This explained the look in his eyes. Her shock was visible to Arthur and he knew she would be scared. But he wanted to reach out for her. Delilah was so similar to her. He wanted to touch her and hold her. He wanted to confirm that it wasn't his fantasy but he couldn't. He lowered his head and looked at the knife and then back to Delilah.

"I shouldn't have come outside. I'm sorry." He started muttering, shaking his head. Delilah started taking baby steps backwards, slowly.

"No please don't leave. I'm sorry you had to see this. It's not my fault! The temptation of seeing you was too much. I couldn't hold myself back!" Arthur came forward saying this.

But Delilah wasn't going to listen to anyone. Although she too was tempted to stay but she was terrified. So, she ran for her dear life, out of the front door and straight towards the main road, hoping to hitch a ride back home. She ran as fast as she could for as far as she could, till she reached somewhere and stopped to catch her breath. The rain had already stopped so at least nature wasn't a problem. But reaching home? She needed to find a way, soon.

As she walked on she heard a loud wail. Arthur. "Noooooooooo." That sound was so heartbroken. Was he crying? But he didn't even know her. But whatever the reason, Delilah felt guilty of leaving Arthur in such a state. An uneasy feeling crept into the pit of her stomach and she knew she wasn't going to get any sleep tonight.

Just then Delilah did something she didn't think she'd ever do. She turned back and started walking towards that house. It was foolish of her to do that. Arthur could be a serial killer for all she knew, but she was determined to take that risk. After all what more can go worse in her life right now. She had nowhere to stay, James had taken the car, she wouldn't be able to go back, her phone was completely discharged, and come on the house was one hell of a place to stay! Also, she couldn't bear the thought of someone hurting because of her. So she just silently walked towards the now familiar looking mansion hoping that Arthur didn't turn out to be a murderer or a crazy-innocent-people-killing ghost!

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Love,

Anshara.