“AHHH!!!” I screamed, covering my ears. Hearing my scream he instantly looked at me and gasped with wide eyes.
“Shit! I’m so sorry, baby. I’m-I’m extremely sorry that you witnessed it,” He says, walking towards me. As I looked at him, I couldn’t restrain myself from trembling because the poor guy’s blood was covering his face, shirt, hands, everything.
“Fuck! I’m stupid; I’m fucking FUCKING STUPID!!!” He raged, throwing the gun on the wall. Frightened, I covered my mouth and sobbed silently.
Rubbing his palms over his face frustratedly, he looked at me and inhaled deeply ”Alright, now-now I promise I will try my best to control my anger around you,” He said as I looked at him terrified.
“Are you listening, baby?” He asked, putting his palm on my cheek, but the soon he touched me the quicker I bolted back. “Anna, come-
“Why-why d-did you kill him?” I interrupted, crying. He inhaled before replying “Because he committed a crime... A crime whose punishment is death,” He said those words like it was nothing. “Stop crying, baby, I promise I will never kill anyone in front of you,” He added, extending his hand to wipe my tears, but couldn’t as I backed away.
Sucking a sound full sigh, he stares at the crying me for a while, then suddenly grabbed my forearm and yanked me to him “If you ever dare to back away from me then the consequences won’t be good baby,” Hearing his threat I cried even more. “Shh, everything is ok, shh,” He susurrate, stroking my hair gently.
While I was sobbing hard in his arms my teary eyes went over the lifeless body on the ground—the scene of shooting that poor guy repeated at my eyes. I shuddered, then pushed him back.
“I’m begging you; please let me go,” I begged between sobs. His expression toughened as fury crept into his voice. “Go?” Grabbing my forearms he grits out, “How can you even say this? Huh. I brought you here because you’re mine!” Grasping my chin he lifted my head and added “Do not dare to let these words out ever again” Tightening his grip he asked me “Am I clear my love?” I winced from the pain but still nodded.
“Words my love, words,” He commanded, tried best to sound polite. I gulped and tried to speak, but no words were coming out.
His voice rose, as he repeated by digging his nails into the skin of my cheeks, “Anna, speak up!!” By now I was sobbing hard, not just by the pain he’s continuously giving me but on my misfortune too.
“I SAID SPEAK UP!!!” He shouted, jerking me off.
Whenever I think about those days, shivers pass through my body. Those four days were dreadful nightmares for me.
“YOU’RE MINE! Did you hear me? YOU ARE MINE!”
His voice always gives me goosebumps. I still curse myself for everything that happened because it was my fault—it was my mistake. It was—Tring! Tring! Tring!
The ringing of my doorbell brought me back to reality. He’s nowhere. I’m safe and secure—Tring! Tring! Tring! “Coming!” I exclaimed before examining myself in the mirror one last time.
Taking out a shivery sigh, I put out some swirls to hide the scar on my forehead, given by my captor. This minor wound always evokes memories of his face—those ocean green eyes, that evil smirk...Tring! Tring! Tring!
Shaking my head, I dashed towards the door and jolted it open. There he is, standing in a casual outfit behind a bouquet of tulips. “Evan!” I exclaimed, chuckling.
“I’m not Evan,” he joked from behind the bouquet.
“Yes, you are, Evan,” I responded, snatching the bouquet out of his hands.
“How did you recognize me?” He asked in disbelief, placing his hands on his waist.
Such a poor actor
“I got intuition of you,” I said, then sniffed the scent of tulips. “Yeah, yeah, so? You’re ready?” He asks, scrutinizing me.
From last night he’s been irritating me, notifying me about his stupid surprise for me. I am excited to know but also annoyed.
“Can’t you see?” I replied, lifting my eyebrows. He stared at me with those piercing blue eyes and suddenly hauled me by my wrist and caged me between his hand.
“Well, I can see that late, but eventually, I’m looking at my lost girl.” He muttered and looked deep into my eyes before leaning forward to kiss, but couldn’t because of my hand on his mouth.
“Stop buttering and tell me where you are taking me,” I demanded, pouting a little, although, from last night, I’ve heard the same answer, ‘Somewhere special.’
He motioned with his eyes at my hand, so I withdrew it to let him speak.
“Somewhere special,” he replied, grinning.
“Why are you so stubborn, Evan? Tell me, Nah,” I whined, earing a breathing chuckle from him. He tightened his grip around my waist and said, “Patience, my love, have some patience; besides, you’re going to see it shortly.”
“Okay, but at least can I know about the special place’s name?” I asked, making my best puppy face. He inhaled and said, “Cole’s mansion,” As soon as he said, my smile flew away. “Cole?” I asked. He nodded nervously, sucking his lips.
“Then I’m not going anywhere,” I said and jerked his hand from my waist. Grasping my wrists, he professed, “Aliana; he loved you, don’t you think he deserves you at his party?” My eyes widen as I replied, “Wow, how noble of you. Someone should reward you for this,” I added, patting his shoulder.
“Thanks,” he replied, earning himself a slap on his forearm. “How can you be so stupid? You already know that Cole is the one who used to propose to me in our college days, or should I say used to bother to hell,” I said, getting both irritated and angry.
“But what crime has he committed by proposing to you?” he asked gently. I glared at him in disbelief before turning to go inside, but he swiftly held me from behind.
“Let go of me, Evan,” I said, attempting to move. Setting his chin on my neck crook, he said, “I’m kidding... there’s no party.” I glanced at him, doubtfully from the corner of my eye. “Don’t you trust me?“. Looking straight forward, I replied, “A girl like me can’t trust a boy like you.”
He chuckled by pushing more to his front and said, “First, you’re 26, and I’m 26.8. We aren’t a boy and g—”
“Whatever.” I cut him off, a little annoyed. Ignoring me with a light chuckle, he continued, “And second, I’m serious about taking you someplace special.”
“Where?” I asked. He exhaled and shifted me to face him as he asked, “Can you explain why we call a surprise a surprise?”
Rolling my eyes aside, I huffed and muttered, “Okay, fine,” I agreed with this; he bent down and picked me up in his arms in a bridal style.
“I don’t want you to walk,” he says as he brought me towards the parking lot.
It’s been four years since I know him, but still, I found myself mystified cause how a person can be as humble as him? How can a person be so loving and caring as him? Despite knowing how much I have insulted him in the past, he stayed there beside me. He never complained about anything, neither got annoyed by me. I still can’t forget when the members of mental asylum came to take me with them as I was out of my senses in those days.
He thinks I don’t know how he convinced them to let me stay with him, how he promised them to take proper care of me. How he assured them of making me the girl I was.
A few weeks later, he brought me to England; and got himself settled down with me. A few days or a few months, he never left my side, stayed with me all day all night. And while all this, he suffered a lot, went through a lot, and faced many problems; one of them became the reason for his mom’s death.
This man has done a lot for me selflessly, and if my acceptance for his love is thanks? Then I am all his; every part of me belongs to him.
As he was walking, I lifted myself in his arms and kissed his cheek, making his smile wider. When we reached, he dropped me down gently and whispered in my ear, “Surprise!” His soft yet warm breath on my ear made me giggle a little. But ignoring it, I enthusiastically looked around but received nothing. Frowning a little, I looked back at Evan, who kept smiling mysteriously. I again sought, thus placed his hands on my shoulder and swung me where I saw a car.
My frown deepens as I looked at it, but he chuckled behind me. “This is the surprise, babes,” He announced, gesturing at the car. My eyes widen as I hear him.
“Oh, my god, you serious? It’s-It’s beautiful!” I said contentedly, looking at him with wide eyes. He chuckled a loud before replying, “You like long drives, so I thought to buy a car for you” As soon as he said, I ran towards it, followed by him.
“It’s beautiful, I-I love it,” I told, touching the engine of it joyfully. He stands behind me and whispers near my neck, “It’s a Toyota Camryn; I knew you’d love it.”
“Thanks for this marvelous surprise,” I said, rushing to its door.
“What is this, Aliana, only thanks?” He asks, pouting. Before I could react, he grasped my waist the yanking me to him; he kissed me.
Kissing me gently, he murmured over my lips, “I love you, baby,” I held his head from behind and murmured, “I know,” With this, he kissed me deeply.