Face Your Fears
855 Words
Akira Pov ;
I was laughing at the maid's joke, feeling carefree for the first time in a long while. But as I glanced up, my gaze met Maverick's, and my smile faltered. He was sitting in his wheelchair by the door, his spectacles perched on his nose, watching me with an intensity that made me feel uneasy.
For a moment, our eyes locked, and I felt like he could see right through me. I tried to hold his gaze with mine, but he suddenly looked away, his expression unreadable. He wheeled his chair back, disappearing from view.
I felt a pang of disappointment, unsure of why he had looked at me like that. But the maid's chatter distracted me, and I tried to shake off the feeling. I didn't want to think about Maverick's strange behavior or the way he made me feel. I just wanted to enjoy the moment, to laugh and forget my troubles. But I couldn't shake off the feeling that Maverick's gaze had left on me.
I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the stress of the day.
As I stood under the warm shower, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered long after Maverick's intense gaze had left me. The water cascaded down my skin, but my mind was elsewhere, replaying the events of the day. Suddenly, I heard the maids' hushed voices outside, their whispers weaving in and out of the sound of the water.
At first, I thought they were just chatting, but then I caught snippets of their conversation. "I like Akira, she doesn't discriminate us for been a mere maids ," one of them said, her voice barely audible.
My curiosity piqued, I leaned in closer, my heart beating faster. "Yes, but I pray she doesn't end up like the others," another maid replied, her voice trembling with fear.
One of the maids tried to hush her up, but she continued, her voice growing louder, more urgent. "Why are you trying to cover my mouth? Are you afraid of the truth? Once it reaches a month, she'll also die like the other girls."
My blood ran cold as I heard the words. Die? What did they mean?. I stood there, frozen in fear, the water pouring down on me like ice.
As I emerged from the bathroom, my mind was still reeling with questions. Were people dying in this house? I looked around, but the maids were nowhere to be found. The sudden silence was eerie.
Just as I was about to head back to my room, I heard a loud thud followed by screams from inside. My heart skipped a beat as I rushed to turn off the tap and wrap my towel around me. I flung open the bathroom door and sprinted down the hallway, my heart was racing with fear.
That's when I saw him - Maverick, lying on the floor, his wheelchair overturned beside him. My heart sank as I rushed to his side, my towel slipping off my shoulders. I knelt down beside him, my hands shaking as I tried to help him up.
" oh my god, are you okay?" I exclaimed, my voice trembling with fear.
I wrapped my arm around his waist, trying to support him. He leaned on me heavily, his legs still shaky from the fall. I guided him slowly towards his wheelchair, trying not to jar him.
"Here, let me help you," I said softly, trying to reassure him.
Maverick nodded, his eyes still dazed. I helped him sit down in his chair, adjusting the cushions to support his back. He winced in pain as he settled in, and I felt a surge of concern.
"Are you okay?" I asked, my hand on his shoulder.
But Maverick just brushed my hand away. "I'm fine now," he said gruffly. "You can leave me alone."
I felt a surge of embarrassment, my face burning with shame. I had been so worried about him, and now he was pushing me away. I took a step back, trying to hide my hurt.
"Okay," I said quietly, my eyes dropping to the floor. "I'll leave you alone."
As I turned to walk away, I felt a pang of frustration. Why did he always push me away? Didn't he know I was trying to help?
Just as I was about to leave, the secretary's voice cut through the tension. "Alpha Maverick, Alpha Eric and Luna Maya have arrived."
My heart skipped a beat as I froze, my eyes fixed on Maverick's face. But it was my own fear that consumed me. Alpha Eric and Luna Maya - my foster parents. The ones who had raised me, who had taught me to fear and obey.
I felt a chill run down my spine as memories flooded back. The beatings, the screams, the endless nights locked in the darkness. My breath caught in my throat as I tried to process their arrival.
Maverick's eyes narrowed, his gaze flicking to me before returning to the secretary. "Show them in," he growled, his voice low and menacing.
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