Chased [COMPLETED]

Chapter 33: Havoc

Chapter 33: Havoc

Chandni's P.O.V

The car came to an abrupt stop in front of my farmhouse and I just sat there for a while, frowning to myself, but then I slowly unbuckled my seatbelt and looked at Advay, he was staring right back at me.

Why are you back? I wanted to ask him so desperately.

"Chandni, just know this. I'm not playing anymore," his words registered in my brain fast but I pursed my lips and stepped onto the concrete ground that led to the edge of the farmhouse. When I reached the front door, I peeked over my shoulder to see his car still there, watching me as I looked back at him and at the glow in his eyes that shined right to my eyes.

Turning away quickly, I placed the key in the doorknob and walked into the dimly lit living room. Megha wasn't home, she went on a date with Rajat who came back after a long time to meet her from England. Shutting the door close, I slumped my back against the wall and covered my face with my hands.

"When will this all stop?" I whispered into the silent room, my voice quivering as I pushed myself off the wall and walked over to the small staircase. I took slow steps up the stairs as my hands shook against the railing. Why is this happening to me?

He sounded convincing and so guilt-ridden, through his anger I could see him pleading for me to take him as he is, but why should I now?

When I told him to burn his old house down, I told him that I would support him always, that I am willing to become his support, but he didn't stop with his plan. He executed it successfully.

Then why should I listen to him? Why should I make him feel like I'm his?

Advay knows I'm vulnerable, he knows that I always find him in the dark and he always gives me peace, he gets rid of my nightmares. That's what I want to prove wrong. I want to be my own guardian, my own solace. I can't trust anyone.

Stepping into my room, I closed the door after me with a heavy breath as I looked at my bed, my night lamp that was lit, and my closet in the corner. I have to start somewhere, right? Then why not now?

I walked over to my side table and grabbed the hanging switch under the lamp, staring straight outside through my closed window as I shivered and pulled on the string, making the lamp light turn off, leaving me in complete darkness.

And silence.

It didn't take long for me to stumble back on my feet and shake uncontrollably as my mind began its havoc.

I stood frozen in my spot as I stared straight ahead, forcing my eyes open as I forced the nasty man's voice into my head. That's what we do. There is no such thing as fear, it is an illusion that you create yourself in your head.

I just had to break past that barrier.

"Look at you doll, you are all dirty," the man had said that to me when he had run his big hands down my small arms. I had come inside the school after playing with the sand on the playground outside the orphanage, it had made me dirty from everywhere, but what made me cry out loud was when he had touched me. It felt like I was touched by a heated iron as I had pushed on his chest and he had smacked me on my head for clawing at his chest.

"No!" I muttered in the silent room and realized I had closed my eyes when I was embraced by the dark.

"Such small hands you have, but I could never imagine they could cause such great damage," I did not know I was crying until I touched my wet cheeks with my fingers. "Let me see those fingers," I had watched his grey eyes study my nails and had watched him in horror when he had placed me on my small bed with his calloused hands. Then he had taken a nail cutter and had started chopping on my nails without any care as to how deep it cut or how I had bled, he just laughed at my loud squirms as few kids looked at me with fear.