Story Of Us

Chapter-11

SEPTEMBER'S POV

" I was harsh with you, wasn't I?" Zachary spoke, finally breaking the silence.

Chocking throat, threatening to f-ck, forcing to make me fall for him. It was warmest things anyone can ever say or do, right? I thought, sarcastically and it had taken all in me to not roll my eyes.

I didn't replied anything and stared at my lap. To say I was scared last night would be an understatement. From past few days, I was only witnessing casual side of Zachary, which was anything but horrible and yesterday's night when he chocked me and threw nasty words, I realized that pig like him can only be scary. But what the f-ck is wrong with him?

After yesterday, he was constantly avoiding me and now after almost twenty four hours later, he decided to ask that wasn't he harsh or not? Is he seriously bipolar or something?

This Asshole had not once changed his soft side towards Claire. I wonder how that's possible, even? He was all in spitfire mood with me but with her, he acted like nothing happened.

Today also, he had not once spared me a look but played with Claire. I mean what the actual f-ck? I so want to read his thoughts and if only I had a chance to do so then I would have gladly read the thoughts of the bipolar criminal.

" Look...Just forget, what happened last night." He breathed out.

I cast a look of his face but as usual it was blank. Will he ever show any emotions? Probably not.

" JUST F-CK ME, AFTER ALL THAT'S ALL YOU WANT." I couldn't help but spat, without thinking much.

As the realization hit, I shrunk into the couch and avoided eye contact with him. Keep your bloody temper in check, September otherwise he will not think twice before tearing your clothes apart and having his ways with you.

" You know what.." He stood up from his place and walk to me.

I bit my lips to stop them from trembling in fear and that's when he scoop me up in his arms making me gasp in shock. I clenched my eyes shut and held my breath as the sheer terror ran through my veins.

Is he really going to f-ck me?

" I..I am s-sorry." I mumbled on his chest but he didn't stopped moving.

" Open your eyes." He spoke calmly while putting me down on my feet.

My body started shaking and I quickly shook my head in a reluctance to open my eyes. The fear in me was at it's best. He's definitely going to torture me through his s****l assaults and then taint my body with his filthy touch.

" I..am sorry, Z-Zachary.." I sobbed, letting my tears streamed down my face.

" OPEN YOUR F-CKING EYES, SEPTEMBER." He raised his voice which caused me to flinch away from him.

After taking one deep breath, I push my eyes open and as soon as the sight in front of me registered inside my brain, I couldn't help but turn my head to Zachary who was staring at his feet.

" Is this for me?" I asked, hesitatingly.

He nodded his head in nervousness and then shrugged his right shoulder as if he was not sure what to say anymore.

A low smile crossed my lips and once again I admired the sight in front of me in awe.

A small portion of beach was lighted with scented candles and whole surrounding was filled with twinkling fireflies. The sand was covered with red rose petals and in the center there was two chair and table on which food, I guess.

In the background some soft tune was playing and the view of ocean in moonlight was clearly visible.

I took a step and placed my bare feet on soft petals. My smile lightened up to a huge grin as I opened my arms wide and twirled under the sky full of stars and surrounding full of fireflies.

At that moment I forget everything and quickly rushed to Zachary to threw myself in his arms. He seemed taken back by my sudden action but I hugged him, tightly.

" Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. This is so beautiful." I chirped and pulled myself away from him.

He was staring at me in disbelief and there was this little blush creeping up to his neck.

" I know I was harsh yesterday but-"

"It's okay." I cut his words with mine and passed him a full blown smile.

" And I wasn't ignoring you, I was busy in doing all this preparations." He said.

I didn't brought his explanation but nodded, anyways.

" Thankyou." I smiled and followed him to the cute table in the center.

We both sat on the chairs across the table and I waited impatiently to taste the food prepared by him. Say anything but the dishes cooked by him are damn delicious.

" You're practically drooling." He commented.

" For your food only, I let go my drool." I winked to which he chuckled in amusement.

He ran his fingers through his short cropped hairs and folded his shirt's sleeves up to his elbow.

" Should we start?" In excitement, I started opening the lids of casseroles but he grabbed my palm and smiled.

" Let me serve." He said and quickly started serving the food.

I pulled my palm back from his grasp in discomfort and pushed the saliva down my throat. Uh..Okay?

" Why this sudden special treatment?" I raised my eyebrows with my curiosity struggling to fight for dominance.

He licked his lips and I saw his Adam's apple bobbling down ever so slowly. "I've called Riley to ask some tips for you know how to make woman happy."

" And what did he said?"

" He said to arrange a..uh..date."

I smirked. " So is this a date, Mr. Wilson?"

He looked here and there in discomfort and to say that he was nervous would be an understatement.

Zachary, you really are a fool, aren't you? Why this little voice in me constantly telling that you're buying my lie of sweet wife? This game is getting interesting, day by day. Unfortunately you will fall for me in the end and then I will get my revenge.

" Yes, this is a date, Mrs. Wilson." He replied with a boyish grin.

I gag at the mention of Mrs. Wilson but pulled a flirty smile to dance on my lips.

Mrs. Wilson my ass.

" Wow!" I exclaimed at the sight of food and without wasting any single second, I started stuffing the food inside my mouth.

As I continued to eat, all he did was to stare at me. But like I care! At that moment, food is all mattered.

" Don't call me pig, okay? It's all fault of your mouthwatering food which is forcing me to act like a damn pig." I mumbled which came out in a weird way since my mouth was full.

" Now, enough." He shifted the plate away and pulled my arms to stood up from the chair.

I frowned, glancing at those foods which were calling out my name to eat them but this Asshole was up to something else.

" Shall I have a dance with the world's most beautiful lady?" He placed his hand open in front of me.

Beautiful? Won't he say sexy or hot, like always? Is this really Zachary? Ugh..I am so confused.

I nodded with a fake smile and grabbed his hand. He did something with his iPhone and suddenly the sweet tune of the background changed into a romantic song.

He snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me closer to his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked up at him whose eyes were gazing deep into mine. There was something different about his eyes and that's when it hit me that this time, his cold eyes were actually reflecting some emotions. I blinked, still not believing but once again, I only got warmness generating from his eyes.

Unable to understand anything, I shifted my attention towards the lyrics playing in the song.

You and I,

We're like fireworks and symphonies exploding in the sky.

With you, I'm alive

Like all the missing pieces of my heart, they finally collide.

So stop time right here in the moonlight,

'Cause I don't ever wanna close my eyes.

Without you, I feel broke.

Like I'm half of a whole.

Without you, I've got no hand to hold.

Without you, I feel torn.

Like a sail in a storm.

Without you, I'm just a sad song.

I'm just a sad song.

With you I fall.

It's like I'm leaving all my past in silhouettes upon the wall.

With you I'm a beautiful mess.

It's like we're standing hand in hand with all our fears upon the edge.

So stop time right here in the moonlight,

'Cause I don't ever wanna close my eyes.

Without you, I feel broke.

Like I'm half of a whole.

Without you, I've got no hand to hold.

Without you, I feel torn.

Like a sail in a storm.

Without you, I'm just a sad song.

You're the perfect melody,

The only harmony

I wanna hear.

You're my favorite part of me,

With you standing next to me,

I've got nothing to fear.

Without you, I feel broke.

Like I'm half of a whole.

Without you, I've got no hand to hold.

Without you, I feel torn.

Like a sail in a storm.

Without you, I'm just a sad song.

Without you, I feel broke.

Like I'm half of a whole.

Without you, I've got no hand to hold.

Without you, I feel torn.

Like a sail in a storm.

Without you, I'm just a sad song.

I'm just a sad song.

We both stared into each other's eyes and there was something strange about that song because it was bringing the emotions on his face. The moment in which we danced, may, maybe his heart was beating a little louder. I didn't heard the sound but the pulse near his neck was throbbing hard.

A sudden weird feeling erupted in my abdomen and it didn't took another second for me to realize that I was actually smiling while our eyes were interconnected.

Zachary dipped his face in the crook of my neck making me shiver in content. His soft lips moved against my skin when he mouthed the lyrics.

" W-What are you doing?" I asked, being unable to take his sweet tortures anymore.

F-ck. F-ck. F-ck. F-ck. What's happening with my mind? Why am I loosing consciousness and genuinely enjoying the time spent with him? I should be faking the act of enjoying his company but here I am actually doing so? Seriously, what's wrong with my brain?

" What you are doing?" He stressed on one particular word then chuckled, dryly.

" Why this guilt, September. WHY THIS F-CKING GUILT?" He screamed, pushing me away from him.

I looked back at him in confusion and I would hate to admit but loss of his touch didn't felt good this time.

He grabbed his head in between his hand and dropped on his knees. " STOP THIS." He screamed, again making me flinch in shock.

" Z-Zachary?" I called out his name and tried to touch his shoulder but he shrugged it away.

" WHY ARE YOU PLAYING WITH MY MIND?" He growled, getting up and grabbed my wrist, harshly.

My heart started thumping harder and the way his eyes were burning in tiredness, I became more scared because rage in his eyes was way more familiar than this new emotion.

I gulped down my saliva and tried to wriggle my hand from his painful grip but he didn't let me go, he did something unusual. Instead of hurting me more, all he did was to lean in and pressed a kiss on my forehead before storming inside the house.

I stood there, unable to move in shock and confusion that what the hell had just happened?