Sweet Trouble

Peek into the past(1) ----12

I am so very sorry for how long this update took😟. I actually did publish, but a lot of people couldn't see it and I only found out recently😫.

And its a short chapter too... But I promise you all two chaps by Sunday😃🤓.

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I practically ran out of the restaurant. My nails dug into my palms, I felt the blood but I merely clenched them more. This pain was better.

Useless! Useless! Useless!

I turned around slowly, willing my legs not to wobble.
I looked through the door I had just ran out of, it hadn't fully closed.

He stared back at me, his demeanor was sly, his smile was teasing. The scar that ran boldly from the top of his right eyebrow was almost a mnemonic. It stopped just under his right eye rendering it it's half-closed mien.

His smile stretched further. He had proven his point, he had marked his prey.

The door slammed shut, breaking me out of my trance.

He was the cause of all this. He was where it all started from. He. Was. The. Author!

I reminisced his last words, 'This is the best part Babara.' His accent was thick. He spelt out my name, making it sound more like, Ba.ba.ra. His face livid, showing only one emotion; aversion.

The innuendo behind those words was unmistakable.

The worse is yet to come!

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"Daddy! I want the pink teddy Bear."
She pouted. Her lips were sticky and her hands were not any different.

"But you have a lot of those already. The look almost the same, why would you even want another?" He ran his hands across his face. Fatigue laced his features.