Head over Heels (ON HOLD)

Chapter.28

Rachel.

I quickly chant a prayer of quick death when two strong pair of arms get hold of mine.

"Rachel." Says the voice. A voice, even if I want to forget, I can't. The voice feels so familiar yet distant. It bring each cell of my body alive. It reverberates in every pore of my body.

I slowly open my eyes to confirm my thoughts. I open my eyes with so much precision that it seemed impossible to blink for a second at the sight infront of me. The pair of strong yet tender arms surrounding mine, departs. A touch so familiar that it sets my skin on blaze.

I am beyond startled to see the person infront of eyes.

"Remo?" It comes more as a question that a statement.

He moves himself away from me and leans against the wall. He clutches his torso with his right hand and sighs in pain. He seemed to be in great pain.

"Remo! What happened to you?" I move myself towards Remo.

He is in a bewildered state.

I quickly take him to the guest room and start attending to his wounds. The wound was indeed deep and if not taken care of will lead to infection to the rest of the body. I quickly inject an antibiotic into his body to prevent the spread of the infection to the rest of the  body. The deep cut in his torso proved that it was no ordinary one and it might have resulted due a violent attack.

God! This mafia world.

After attending to his wounds and pull the comforter over his body. Remo, already had a great body and I knew that he wouldn't even bother to take rest or pay heed to any of my suggestions for the same.

I slowly move out of the room and pad towards the kitchen to get some water.

Cooling my throat with water, I am reminded of the incident that brought Remo here. I was wishing for a quick death. I thought Remo might have come  to know about my treacherous plot to doom him. For one second it felt like the earth beneath me giving away. But he broke all my expectations when  he reached out to me to help him.

I really feel bad for the world he is put into. Our world's are wide apart. His to cause blood and mine to erase them. Even if we want to join these two together it is going to be something that is not going to happen in the near future. I remember the way my name rolled out of his mouth, when I was bandaging him. It felt so natural and it seemed as if my name was meant to be his only.  It was so wrong a feeling yet....it felt so right!

God! I was falling for him! No. I can't do this. It would be totally unfair on my part to do so. I can't mask my duty with my abrupt vague feelings. It might be just my infatuation for him that's it. Nothing else.

What about the electrifying feeling that courses through your nerve each time he touches you? Mocks my subconscious at me. Oofh! I just wanna stab my subconscious one day or the other. Who gave her the authority to mock at my current predicament.

Yes.. like Remo's untamed comments neither did his body seize to suprise me. His body seemed to be carved out of fine granite, the absolutely delicious abs at display did nothing to hide the reddening of my cheeks. I might be sounding absolutely unprofessional right now, but whenever our skin makes contact neither can I deny my stomach itself tying into a knot nor the electrifying feeling seeping through each fiber of my body.

His tatoo! God! It's a story for another day. But why has he gone for a fallen angel tatoo? Indeed it was beautiful, the tatoo covered more than half of his torso. The remnants of the mafia world was purely engraved in his body as I could see deep wounds and cuts stitched hither and thither.