LOVE THE WAY I AM

chapter 10

Chapter 10
★★BELLA★★

    He marched to his room. He looks scarier than Bruno, he's so huge, broad shoulder, Great arm, his abs I could see clearly from his shirt, he had long legs.

 I watched the window as the rain fell heavily, 'After the rain stops, where will I go?' These were my only thoughts...

He came back with some blankets and a pair of clothes. "Hey, go have a bath then you can wear these." He said and dumped them on the chair. When I was ready, he led me to the bathroom. I took off my clothes and had a bath, even though it felt like someone was watching me the whole time. 'Calm Bella, it's just your stupid head trying to play a trick.' I consoled myself.

  The bathroom was better than the one I shared with Kelly, it gave me some sort of inner peace so I decided to stay for a little longer, letting the water calm my head down, my heart from racing.

After bathing, I wore the shirt he gave me, I feel so cold even so. While coming out from the bathroom, I silently checked around, he was nowhere to be seen. Walking slowly to the living room to find the bed arranged in the living room. Since no one was here, I decided to check on the kitchen, truth to be told, I needed a knife, just in case he tries anything stupid... I shouldn't die a shameful death just like my mother and father right? I picked the fruit knife, hiding it behind my back, and went back to my bed. I laid down, fresh memories of my mom streamed my mind, it was almost like she is still here with me, and then her death.  She died painfully, she could have easily gone far away. My father had to come. He killed her, and even till now, I won't forgive his dead body neither will I forgive Lisa. I want to become successful in life so I can pay them back, for all they did to me, and my mom.

    (Click...) The light was switched off. I clung to the knife tightly, ready for anything, Clenching my chin. I could hear footsteps. He was moving about. What sort of crazy man is this? moves around at night. The shadow of a man was approaching me, maybe he was going to murder me in darkness, he stretched out his hand wanting to put them on me, with so much anxiety, I slice his wrist with the knife.

 "Ahh...! Madwoman!!" Came a groan from the man.

"Sorry! Sorry!" I said. I got up and switched the light on. His wrist was bleeding.

          "What were you doing with a knife, you want to murder me?!" He yelled. "Such ungrateful I'm."

    
"Sorry, I thought, I thought- What are you doing here at this time?" I asked.

 "Lady, you must be sick in the head!" He yelled. "Who owns this house? Can't I move freely in my house?"

   He wiped his face with his hand and held my shoulders "listen, I sleepwalk at night, it's a bad habit I know, plus what made you think I would ever do something to a girl like you? You're underage, I won't ruin my reputation... I mean, look at you? With freckles and all that. Your cheek looks like an oversized pompom.'

"It hurts..." I said, wiping tears from my eyes, he just talked badly of my whole existence.
  "The fact that you gave me a scar which I hate so much doesn't hurt?!" He barked, making me shrug.

  I paused my lips for a while before saying "where's your first aid? I'll help you."
He hissed and walked away. Like I said nothing a while ago, Such attitude. I sneered.
"Aish... How did I end up here? He's so rude. Stupid!"
I prepared myself back to sleep when he came back and threw the plastic box at me. He sat on the chair, crossed his legs like a boss.
I was still in awe when he spat out the next words.
"Do you expect me to sit on the floor while you tend to my wound?!"

'Ok, it's just for one night.' I sighed and went to him. I  Gosh he smells so good. I held my breath while tending to his wounds if it stops my heart from beating fast.

Standing approximately 5 inches away, I felt like we've met somewhere, I dunno really, but I know this man Somewhere. It feels like I've been closer.
   He shut his eyes while I tend to his wounds, was he sleeping? When I was done, I took what was left of the time to stare at his face, he looked rather beautiful than handsome.

     "Are you done with the wound or are you done staring at me?" He asked.

"Uh...mn..." No words came out, my cheek reddens, He's a jerk, he made me feel embarrassed.
He got up and announced, "I'm going to sleep." Then walked away.

  I stared aimlessly at his wide shoulder, his ripped army-colored sweater. Wait... Is that 'en' on his shoulder? Does he have a tattoo? If he did, then...