A RAY OF LIFE

13.

I screamed my throat out when I felt pair of hands clutching my baby bump very tightly. I looked down at the hands. They were clutching my bump so tightly that it was suffocating now. I saw Derek turning towards me and then running towards the door.
I clasped my mouth shut to not shriek anymore, and turned my neck slightly behind to see who it was, it was John.... John the street chaser guy.  He was looking evilly smirking at me. My eyes were pleading him to leave me but he put more force and almost picked me up pressing my abdomen so hard that I felt my baby will pop out anytime now. I bit my finger as the pain preceded. He picked me up and threw me away from the window, I was about to land on the floor but rather landed on a pair of firm arms. Derek saved me on right nick of time. I looked up at him and then hugged him crying-ly...again!

"Save me....s...save me Derek....he...he..will kill me...and and...and my baby...please..." I was so petrified by the look and action of John that I just begged Derek to save me while I was buried in his neck. He shushed me down.
"Who Iris....calm down... there's no one... really calm down....you are safe... absolutely safe with me...okay..." He said rubbing my hair and back gently in order to coax me. I drew apart and turned around only to find no one. Ah...of course, ghost game with me only. But why I never understood. My face was still horrified. He led me to his home meanwhile I was all thinking what kind of man is he.

We went inside and he made me sit near his fireplace. I crouched my legs pulling them closer to my chest and made a cocoon of myself on that luscious couch. I was shivering, out of fear and not cold. He brought me a cup of hot chocolate and sat beside me, too close to feel the presence yet too far to have his presence. I buried my face between my knees and balled fist and took some long breathes.

"Now tell me what happened? What were you doing there.....behind my house?" He asked sipping his hot chocolate and forwarding me my cup. I looked up and took the cup, inhaling the sizzling cafein aroma of chocolate soothed my mind a little or precisely, diverted it. I looked towards him who was staring me with longing eyes looking for an answer, answer of what was I doing behind his house, answer of what happened back there where he found no one. I was puzzled but calmed inside. It stroke my mind to tell him everything... everything that is true and right but that raised a possibility of him involving more than I wanted and put himself in danger, which he already was because of me. I just felt like crying and crying and open my eyes and wake up to normal world..normal real human world where I'm human myself without any ghost chasing me or throwing me in backyards for no damn reason and love this man as much as I want without endangering his precious life with mine. I just wanted to start over...afresh...anew...alive.!

"Iris...no more crying...tell me are you hurt? What were you doing back there? Who was there?" He yelled suddenly bringing me back to reality, the very abnormal and definitely seemingly super fictional reality.  I looked at him, he seemed impatient, impatient to know from me. I not only hurt him by ditching him but also ruined him once again by putting hopes back again....if I'm not exaggerating my importance in his life right now.

"I came to see you..." My squeaky thrilled and low voice formed these words and he got shunned for a second. Recomposing himself, he looked back again.
"Why?" He said as calmly as he could.  Tears took their place of course, how can they not. I mentally confronted myself for being daring and moronic for doing this.
"I....I just....I just wanted to see you...." I said looking at him with my pathetically crying face. To my sadness, my mouth was dubbing my eyes very truthfully.

"Why dammit" he yelled and punched the table in anger so hard that the glass beneath his hand got several abstract creases. It was about to break anytime soon. I shuddered badly and shut my eyes close, but opened them again after few seconds. I found his fist still on the table. I bent forward and gently took his fist up from the table, the moment I did so, the table broke down in uncountable pieces. He didn't even blink with the noise of breakdown, he kept staring me. I wasn't scared from him but helpless to wash away his gloom. He pushed my hand down, I tried to have a control on my hanging hand difficultly.