My Only Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 5

'Why?'
No matter how much I overlooked it, but the fact was bitter and it stabbed my heart.

Ofcourse I was a burden.
And a shame.

'I'll be just a floor away.', he half smiled.

'I'm scared of loneliness.', I stated with a shiver.

I can't sleep all alone.
I knew he was not around at the condo for hell alot of time but knowing the fact that he was just a door away at night soothed my senses.

But this bomb was out of my hands.

'There is nothing to be scared about.', he said and unbranched from the recliner.

I shook my head.
'You're a big girl girl now. You should know how to live on your own.', he said sternly with a glare and ascended up to his room.

No!
My nose stung and soon tears cascaded down my cheeks.

I hate him
He was abandoning me.

I knew it would happen someday but it was too soon. Or he should have done that right after my father's death. It wouldn't have hurt this much than the way it was gnawing now.

And if he had planned it, then he shouldn't have acted sweet to me.

'I can't live on my own.'
He was doing the dishes while I was perched on the counter with my legs dangling.

His hands stopped working and he sighed.

'Its just for three months. She'll be gone by then and you'll be back.', he gritted and placed the plates a bit too harshly in the stand.

'I won't come out of my room. Promise.', I said and he gave me an exasperated look.

'Is that even possible?', he shot back.

No
Obviously not.
How dumb of me...

'Then we can act as if I've come here for studies.', I managed with a hiccup.

'It wouldn't look appropriate.', he shook his head with his hands on his waist.
'Living together without marriage is unhealthy.', he muttered.

'But we're married.', I exclaimed.

'And that's what I don't want her to know.', he roared and my tears leapt the fence.

A huge sob left my mouth and I covered my face in my palms. This situation is way to sheeeshy.

'I'm scared of living alone.', I babbled amidst my hiccups.
'I won't be able to sleep. Please don't leave me.'

My cries grew louder. I tried to shut them but they came out more loudly if I suppressed them.

'Why are you crying?'
His voice came closely and I opened my eyes to find him standing in front of me.

As if on queue, another horrendous sob left me and I hid my face in the crook of his neck out of shame.
'I can't live alone.'

'I'll be just a call away', he reasoned stiffly.

No
Why couldn't he understand?

'Please!', I whimpered and a hiccup followed like a maniac.

'Stop crying.', he said wiping my face.

I closed my eyes and let my fresh tears take the lead. I felt myself gliding until something soft touched my butt and I knew it was my favorite couch.

'I really can't live alone.', I said after what felt like hours.

'And I really can't tell her.', his chest vibrated beneath my cheek.

And I really knew why...
Because of the shame I am for him.

Rubbing my nose, I clutched him hard.

'Please?', I gazed up at him with everything I had.

He looked ahead of him, never meeting my gaze. I nudged him and his gaze slowly found mine.

'You're making it difficult for me.', he whispered into the thick air nicking my heart.

Because I was a huge hurdle in his life.
But I couldn't help it.
He was my guardian now, he had to look after me.

'I won't go anywhere.', I whimpered while hugging him tightly.

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'She'll stay with you for the whole night', he said hurriedly while unlocking a door.

'That's the bedroom.', he said and disappeared inside with my travel bag.

I stayed rooted in the doorway of the new condo he had rented for me and bore daggers in the floor.

A middle aged woman greeted me and I ignored her oh so flawlessly.

He was leaving me.
So what if he had taken Zasha's arrival as his excuse. No matter how much he called the span for just three months but I knew all well that it meant for the rest of my life.

'They are about to land.', he mumbled and ran towards me.

'I'll take my leave.', he said as if he wasn't affected the least by my mood.

Why would he?
He's a monster.
How could I forget it...

'I'll drop by in the noon.', he mumbled.

'Don't cry.', he said hurriedly and pecked my cheek.

As if I care.
I nudged him away and marched briskly towards the room that he had named bedroom not so long ago.

I shut the door harshly and ran towards the bed. Thumping on it upside down, I cried in the pillow that muffled my erroneous howls.

I hate him.