A Stoic Heart (Completed)

Chapter 12:

Liana Fair

I am heavily panting from what demon Euro did. This wanton of a man had the guts to shout at me, tore the dress that I'm wearing and pleasured himself by touching me.

We sat still at the tub, waiting for our ragged breathing to subside. He had his arms wrapped in me, while I'm stone steady at his chest. The air turned cold as silence dominates us.

I don't know this man at all nor he knows anything about me and yet here I am feeling like a dumb sitting at his lap.

So I pushed away. Euro looked at me for a second, his blue eyes is now clouded. One moment he was soft and teasing now he was distant like a stranger, well he is a stranger.

"I-I'm going to rinse now" I stuttered softly and turned my back from him.

I felt him stood and just like that he left me inside the tub without uttering anything. It was minutes of silence that I felt hot tears stream down my cheeks.

I am not a virgin anymore, my innocence was forcefully taken by a stranger. But what was most troublesome is that I find comfort in his arms, his touch is not brute like that of Harkins. It was unexplainable, but looking at him now I know that for Euro this is nothing but a past time, a game he wanted to play for a shot while.

I muffled my sob and scratched my body.

"I'm dirty, I feel so dirty..." I speak to myself, it was that sudden sting that wake my senses. Looking at my arms I realized my scratches has gone deeper.

I rinsed myself and tried to keep my composure. I need to get away from him, from this damn high tower, from his gaze, from everything.

***

Euro Dalmacio

°Flashback°

It was raining hard that night. Peeping from the university's window I watched how the strong wind gushed at the trees. It was during these times of the year where night time is longer than day time.

Looking around my office I cursed to myself.
"Well what can I say, I'm fucking trapped for the night"

I walked over the kitchenette inside my office and poured coffee that will accompany me the whole night. As the caffeine kicks in I recalled how I ended being a professor in this university and cringed at the thought of it.

My father does not want to approve at first but I insisted so much that I laid everything to chase the woman whom I thought was the one for me, the woman who ended poisoning my life and ran with another man. Despite that, I can never call her a whore, a two-timer, a gold digger...she's still the 'one that got away' and shit sometimes it still hurts so bad.

I placed the coffee on my desk, adjusted the computer and prepared the papers I need for the night. I realized there are documents that I need to re-visit for my new lesson.

"Pft! I still have to walk my ass to the storage room then"

Taking the stairs, I descended to the storage room where all files are stored inside huge cabinets. Lightning strike again, I saw it from the small circle window of the basement. It was then that I heard a soft gasp...something, no, someone is here.

Peeping from the corners of the huge cabinet, I confirmed what my thoughts said. There in the further corner of the basement is a skinny girl sitting, hugging her knees. Her hair is as dark as the night outside. The place was dim so I can't see her face clearly, But I do read her emotion, she's scared, alone and afraid.

What is she doing here? out of all places that she could run, why the basement? It was minutes of me observing her until she removed her jacket, followed by her uniform...she's a student.
My throat went dry, what is she doing? but most importantly, what is wrong with me...why can't I take my eyes off her.

I watched everything.
How gradually her pale skin shows as the uniform she's wearing is removed. Her inner garment is plain black, not a showy one unlike the woman I chased back then who wanted colorful, revealing inner garments...fuck Euro why are you thinking of the woman who left you who's probably banging another man at this certain moment.

The skinny dark haired student then took a shirt from her bag and wore it, she also took a green sheet which she laid at the floor after which she lay there. Her eyes drifting to sleep as she hugged her bag, she was in a curled position, her long hair covering the face I wanted to see.

My heart sank at her state, should I help her? What is she doing here anyway? where did she came from?

I decided to let her be and if tomorrow, when I return and she's still here I will ask her many things. I closed the basement door silently and breathe deep.

"Goddamn it! Why do I feel this bulge in my pants! I am a sick shit" I muttered to myself.
The next day and the days thereafter I have never seen the woman again.

Not until she kicked the trash bin the other time.
Not until her wide dark eyes capture me during my teachings.
Not until I decided to play with her body and heart.
Not until she ran away. No one should escape from me. She did not ran with another man, she just wanted to escape and it gave me a challenge.

I never thought that woman is now the one I'm playing my sick games with, she does not deserve this, but what can I do if I can't help myself? I am a sick fuck but I would want to try her, Liana Fair...even her name made me hard.

But this is an experiment, let this be a game changer. I must maintain a stoic heart, because I know that at the end, Liana, just like the other woman-- will leave me too.