He turned and looked at me, lifting one of his eyebrows. He was intimidating. I felt nervous around him. But I needed to go out. And this could be my only chance.
"I...I wan...need to go out." I looked at him from under my lashes. Feeling nervous under his stare. I closed and my eyes and continued, "this place....room... it's suffocating in here... please take me out.."
I did told him but I know that he won't take me out. The case was hopeless. I sat there feeling stupid that I said that, I don't know what will he do. He is dangerous. He can do anything, anything...
There was a long stretch of silence after which he finally spoke, "Okay."
"What?!" I almost yelled. I was shocked. Did he literally said 'yes' or did I hear it wrong? I looked up at him.
"Come, we are going out" he said very calmly, no hint of anger in his voice. I couldn't believe it that he actually said yes.
He came near me and held his hand out towards me, his walk was as graceful as a model walking the ramp. It was hard to believe that someone like him could walk so gracefully. His closeness was too much. His cologne oriental, like cinnamon, rich and sensual....it was overpowering my senses... driving me crazy.
I hesitated at first but then slipped my hand into his. I then got off the bed and stood up. I wore my slippers which were placed near the the nightstand still fully aware of him being so close to me and holding my hand. I finally looked up at him, he was looking at me, observing every action of mine. His blue eyes boring into my brown ones. His eyes again moved across my face and finally settled on my lips. His eyes moved between my lips and my eyes, we stood there for a few minutes without moving until I finally looked down. His gaze was intense. I don't know what was he thinking, what was going inside his head?
I still cannot forget what he did or..... tried to did. It is difficult. It's not like I can forget everything that has happened.
One day he comes and does something that's totally uncalled for and now he is....here... beside me, holding my hand, trying to...to help me. But for what...why? I don't know..why is he doing all of this? And why this sudden change of behaviour? Why all of a sudden is he.. trying to help?
He doesn't ever care if someone dies...he almost killed Maya...and the other day...he was covered in blood...he killed somebody with those hands of his and now those same hands are holding mine...
I could still feel his eyes on my skin. His gaze still lingering over me. He was making me uncomfortable. It was like he was invading my personal space. Did no one teach him that staring is bad? And who does he think he is to look at me, more specifically to stare at me like that? Anger rose within me, he was looking like he has never seen a girl before in his life. What was he thinking, that if I am here..with him..he can do anything he feels like? I am not some helpless poor soul, that he can do what he feels like and I am no puppet.
I clenched my fist and pulled my hand out of his. He did let go this time.
I looked at him with anger boiling within me, "What?" I asked frustrated and angry.
"Umm.... what?" He asked confused.
"Why do you keep on staring at me like....like I don't know, is there something you want to say then say it, but don't keep looking like that"
"No" He smiled smugly. " Nothing to say"
"Okay then stop staring and move!" I snickered and started moving towards the door.
" You like me staring at you, isn't? It makes you feel things you should not" He spoke while walking towards me. I stopped dead in my track. He stopped just behind me, he was very close, I could feel his breath on my skin.
