“What do you think you were doing?” he held my shoulder while I tried my best not to meet his eyes because I felt ashamed of what I was about to do a few hours ago.
“Juliette, answer me,” he pressed and I closed my eyes shut not wanting to answer him.
“Yo- You out of your mind?” he withdrew his hands off me as he raked a hand through his hair and turned around heaving a sigh. I looked up through my lashes and seeing his tensed back made me feel even more regretful and guilt lashed up me as I knew I was the reason of his bothered state.
Unconsciously, my hand reached forward and before I knew it I was hugging his back wrapping my arms around his chest as I pressed my forehead against his back.
“Juliette?” he asked as it looked he was slightly taken aback my action.
“I’m sorry,” suddenly my voice cracked up and I felt him tensing up under m touch.
“I’m really sorry,” my chest vibrated as I broke down letting the tears flowing down my face.
“Hey!” he took hold of my hand and turned around. I looked down and cried silently whilst he held my hand and leaned down to kiss my forehead softly “Do you know how dangerous it was? He could’ve killed you. What were you thinking love? It isn’t like you. What made you take that step?” he asked as softly as he could but that made me cry even harder.
“I’m sorry. I am really sorry,”
“Hey look at me. Now don’t cry. Juliette,” he held my face in his warm hand and wiped the tears away as he smiled gently “It’s alright now. I’m here....for you,”
“No! I’m not saying sorry for what I just did,” I said with a hoarse voice and he frowned before looking down at me with confusion clear in his face.
“I’m saying sorry for you have to face all this because of me. I’m the one because of whom you have to suffer all-”
“Juliette we have disc-” I cut him off before continuing “No, let me speak today. Do you think I am stupid? Well I may be but I’m not stupid enough to miss the loneliness in your eyes. The worry you have for me, the sufferings, I know its must be hard for you to see me with him, I know everything and yet I can’t do anything for you. In fact, I’m the reason why you have to do...we have to do this. I can’t stand a single minute with him knowing that he tried to harm my husband. I hate him,” I said and looked down at my hand.
“And I’m not at all sorry for what I just did. Nope. Not at all. I wanted to kill him and I think...” I looked back at him to find him with a startled expression “I will kill him,” I said and before he knew it I dashed towards the door.
“Juliette!” he was right behind me as I ran towards the elevator. The elevator door pinged open but before I could enter he got me and held my hand firmly pulling me out of the elevator.
“Let go of me Zachary. Leave me. I will kill him,” I said all the while struggling against him while he dragged me back towards my apartment.
“No! Why did I even stop you in the first place? It would have been over that day. It would have been more easier if we had got him. Yeah! That’s right! You could have tortured him enough to speak up about the mole in our family. That would have been more easy and we could have been together but no! I-” I whimpered before taking his face in my hand “I had to act stupid and I dragged you into all this drama. This is all because of me. I can’t tolerate this anymore. It hurts me. I can’t tolerate this any more. I will kill him. I will kill him by my very own hands...”
“Yes, this would do and then we would be together,”
“This needs to end-”
“Juliette listen to-”
“I will kill-”
“ENOUGH!” he snapped all of a sudden and the raise in his voice snapped me out of my state. My eyes were wide and my breathing came out in shorts while I stood their in utter silence and looked at him, horrified.
“Enough now,” he said softly and engulfed me in a hug rocking me back and forth in attempt to calm me down. My fingers clutched his shirt tightly as I could feel my heartbeat coming back to its normal speed but I could still feel the anxiety building inside me that caused me wanting to throw up all of a sudden and in a second I was dashing towards the bathroom. Bile rose up in me and I was continuously vomiting holding the sides of the toilet bowl. I could feel my hair being lifted up my face but I was too nauseous to be bothered.
As I sat back on the bathroom floor, tired and exhausted by the amount of what I literally threw out I could hear faint voice of someone asking me if I was alright. Exhausted I looked up at the person to find him none other than Zachary. His eyes were filled with worry as he crunched down next to me and put the loose strands of my hair away from my face.
My hands automatically reached forward to him and he held me gently helping me stand up on my feet. I flushed the toilet and dragged myself to the sink where Zachary turned the water on and I splashed the cold water on my face multiple times and into my mouth cleaning it in the process. I watched him in the mirror as he walked to the hanger and brought me a towel but the cold water didn’t help me to remain conscious as I felt the energy draining out from my body and before I know it everything blacked out and I Iost the control on my body but I did hear a faint voice of someone calling my name.
The moment my I opened my eyes everything came flooding back into my mind as I recalled the incidents and sat back up only to be held down.
“Stay. you need to take some rest now,”
It was Zachary. He was by my side as he held me by shoulder and tried to make me sleep back. But then my eyes fell on the surrounding. It wasn’t my apartment. It was some other place. I was on a king sized bed and it was large spacious room. Where was I?
“Where are we?” I found myself asking the question to Zachary.My voice was hoarse and I recalled the time where I ended up puking my guts out and then blanking out.
“What happened to me?” I asked and felt someone touching my right arm. I flinched almost immediately when I felt the person’s cold finger touching my skin.
It was a lady in her perhaps late forties as she smiled at me and nodded at me holding my arm. The stethoscope around her neck told me that she was a doctor and I looked back at Zachary questionably.
“Don’t tell me I got food poisoned by the diner’s food that Alex took me to?” I said and Zachary pursed his lips looking back at the doctor.
“You need to rest now. For a while. If you want Mr. Sullivan, I can give you the best nutritionist and dietitian’s details for consulting,” the lady said and Zachary gave a nod “That would be nice. Thank you,” he said and the lady stood up “Don’t work hard now. You need to take care of yourself now and your family alright?” she smiled and I nodded even though I frowned.
Do I not take care of Zachary?
Zachary walked her out and I looked at the prescription that she left behind. Everything seemed to bounce over my head.
“How are you feeling?” Zachary asked from beside me startling me and I put my hand on my chest feeling my heartbeat.
“Did I startle you? I’m sorry.” he said and almost immediately my head shot to his direction.
“Sorry?” I repeated his tone.
“Where are we in the first place?” I asked remembering the fact that we were not in my apartment.
“Don’t worry. This is where I live. Its rented,” he said and I nodded looking around “But did you bring me here? I mean-”
“I couldn’t phone the doctor to that apartment. Our identities were at risk,” he said and I nodded as it drawn into me “But why did you call the doctor? What happened to me?” I asked and he smiled at my question.
“Juliette...” he spoke and sat on the bed pulling me into his arms before covering me with the duvet. My head was on his chest while we lay down on the bed and his chin over my head, as he wrapped his hands around me, and somehow I felt his possessiveness over me.
“It was not you when you tried to kill Alex,”
“I-” he hushed me and I refrained myself from talking “It was not you. Not my Juliette. The Juliette I know can never harm anyone...not even her enemy. But now I understand what made you do that. In fact, I should be the one who should ask for forgiveness not you. I should be the one who should be sorry. I should’ve protected you but it was the circumstances and I failed.” His voice slowed down at the end and that worried me.
What is he talking about?
Why is he bringing all those topics back?
“But somehow I understand why I failed. I had never promised you anything. Perhaps, I’m the one who is at fault. And certainly I am. I made myself miserable and showed myself miserable before you... that I forgot how much it effected you. I forgot that you loved me and you can’t see me in miserable condition like the way I can’t see you like that. At the end, you kept it all inside yourself and it was for me. You held that knife for me wanting to protect me,” he kissed my head and I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. I had to bite my lip from sobbing.
" A man learns from his mistake and now I won’t repeat the same mistake. I will protect you and I promise you I will be strong. Strong enough to protect my family and my love and...” he stopped for a while that made me look up at him in confusion.
“And?” I asked urging him to continue further.
“my...our baby.” he finished with a smile while I looked up at him with eyes like saucers.