MEANT TO BE

Who exactly is he?

Amelia’s POV

Nothing had changed since I left this place, everything is the same but this house now gives me chills, dreadful memories, terrifying nightmares. I close my eyes to calm myself. "Being calm is the only way that helps you control your emotions and to think wisely. It is the best way to face situations and do the right thing, sweetheart." My mother's words rang in my head continuously as I calmed myself. Claire made sure to clean this house once in a while. This place didn’t look like it was abandoned at all because of her. I left this place when I was 14 though I still had all the keys and Claire had the spare key to this house. I didn’t wanted to stay here because this place was filled with memories, good ones, bad ones, and also the terrifying ones. When I was younger I never wanted to leave this house and now I can’t even stand inside this place without feeling sad, anxious, or terrified. This place used to be warm, welcoming and now it was haunting me in my dreams. Claire walked out of the guest room. 

"How is he?" I asked my dear cousin who rolled her eyes at me.

"You are so mean, you are meeting me after six months, six fuckin' months and you didn't even greet me or ask me how I was but you sure are worried about him!" Claire fumed.

"I am sorry Rey, forgive me please" I used my trump card, making my oh so famous puppy face, her glaring eyes softened at the sight of my puppy face, she sighed.

"It's alright, My gosh you always use that stupid puppy face on me, this is cheating!" She complained.

"Oh c'mon you love my puppy face, don't you?" I grinned at her.

"Now back to the main topic, How is he?" I asked seriously this time, She stared at me for a moment.

"He is fine, he didn't lose much blood and I have stitched the wound close, he will be alright in a week or so, I insist complete bed rest for at least four days so the stitches will stay intact, These are few medicines that he will need" she explained as she handed me the piece of paper.

"Okay I will bring these, When will he wake up?" she sighed.

"In about an hour or so but the main question is Who is he? Why did he refuse to go to the hospital?"

"I don't know" I admitted, I told her everything he told me in the car starting from how I was about to hit him and how I rescued him from in the middle of no where, I honestly don't know who is he or why he refused to go to the hospital, I checked his clothes but got nothing, no wallet or any identity proof, I sighed.

"We will ask him once he wakes up." Claire said with a small smile, I nodded. "Are you gonna let him stay here?" she asked.

"Do you think we should let him stay here?" I questioned her with uncertainty. "We don't know who is he or what trouble he is in or maybe he is the trouble himself." I stated.

"The weather is still bad outside and as a doctor I don't think he should even walk with those stitches, he should stay in bed as much as possible." she stated looking out the window. I followed her gaze 'The weather was indeed getting worse'. 

I went in the room and sat beside the bed on the stool as I took in his features, clean shave, perfect jaw, high cheekbones a light cut on his temple which was now bandaged, fair complexion with a stud earring on his left ear. He looks familiar. 'Have I met him before?' He might be a model or something but what was he doing in the middle of no where injured so badly. Someone tried to kill him that's for sure. Maybe someone mugged him since he doesn't have any wallet or identity card. Many scenario's went through my brain regarding this man. I didn't call the cops to report this attempt of murder because he didn't wanted to go to a hospital that made me sure that he didn't want to report this to the police. 'Maybe he knows the person who tried to murder him' I thought to myself. Why am I even bothered about him? It's not like I know him. What is wrong with me? A foreign feeling consumed me for a moment. 'Nah you just helped an injured man' my brain stated which was right. I shrugged it off.

I took out my another phone which was securely tucked inside my dress and clicked a picture of him sending to my source. I got up and walked in the bathroom which was attached to this room and closed the door behind, within 30 seconds my phone started ringing 'As expected'. I answered the call.

"What do you want me to do with this eye candy?" came an amused voice from the other side. I rolled my eyes.

"I want every single detail about him. And FYI, I don't date." I replied sternly.

"Oh God you are no fun. Learn to live your life to the fullest honey. Life is short."

"My entire life is dedicated to a sole purpose and you know it." I stated the obvious.

"Yeah yeah whatever, I gotta go." with that the line went dead. I sighed and tucked the phone back underneath my dress and walked out of the bathroom when a sudden voice came, “Where the f**k am I?” startling me, “SON OF A b***h!” I cursed as I saw the injured man trying to sit up straight on the bed, I intended to walk forward to help him sit up but instead my feet slipped and I fell hard on the floor. “Fuckin’ Hell” groaning I sat up on the ground rubbing my temple. “You sure are a clumsy one” a melodic voice came as I looked up at him, his piercing grey eyes met my crystal blue ones. I froze for a second, he was looking at me like his eyes can see right through my soul. “So I’ve been told.” I chuckled and got up, “How are you feeling?” I asked him before sitting back on the stool beside the bed.

He looked at me for a moment before answering “I’m feeling like a truck ran over me and this stitches won’t let me sit up straight” he mumbled as I handed him a glass of water which he gladly took and gulped in one go. “Are you still thirsty?” I asked.

“No I’m good, but are you alright? You feel quite hard” he said trying his best to not laugh. I rolled my eyes “Your face gave you away, go on laugh it out.” And he really laughed which made me laugh too and seeing him laugh was funny. It’s been years since I laughed.

“Thank you” he said while looking at me intensely before starting “Thank you for saving my life and also thank you for not taking me to a hospital.”

“Who are you?” I asked while staring suspiciously at him.

“Oh my bad, I’m Aiden King” he held out his hand for me which I took only to feel an electric current through my veins. I pulled back my hand quickly when I saw his expression, he definitely felt it! I recovered myself, my face expressionless. “Amelia” I spoke to cut the shock as he raised his eyebrow at me. Before he could question me about my surname I spoke.

“Who stabbed you? You were injured pretty badly and considering you didn’t wanted to go to a hospital gave me a hint that you didn’t even wanted to report this to the cops and that makes it clear that you know the culprit.” I looked him dead in the eye waiting for his answer.

He chuckled, “Are you a secret detective or something?” I rolled my eyes at him, “No but I surely do have a common sense” I stated.

He stares at me, amusement clearly visible in his eyes, “Can you let me stay here till I recover?” he asked catching me off guard.

“Whh..yy N..o Wh..aatt” I stuttered like a fool, he was looking at me with amusement dancing in his eyes, I cleared my throat.

“Why do you want to stay here?” I asked him. This made me more suspicious of him. He changed the topic in a heartbeat it seemed as if he didn’t wanted to tell me the truth. I had a lot of questions in mind but I know he won’t answer all of them and even if he does it’s not like he will speak the truth. He is definitely going to lie or change the topic. This cheeky guy. I knew my source will give me all the details of this man soon but I couldn’t help being curious, or suspicious.

“Because I’ve nowhere to go” he mumbled softly avoiding my eyes. ‘Lie. He is lying.' I saw him nervously fiddling with his fingers and on cue my secret phone pinged ‘Oh s**t’ I quickly took my phone from the nightstand and acted as if this phone pinged, he was looking at me as usual. I sighed 'Thank God he didn’t notice'.

“You can stay here till you recover considering you don’t have anything with you, not even your cellphone.” I said sternly. I was still not sure about this man. Something is fishy with him.

He gave me a wide smile showing his perfect teeth’s, “Thank you so much, You are the best.” He exclaimed like a child.

“But what about your things? Cellphone, wallet, money, etcetera etcetera?” I asked him.

His eyes held uncertainty, I swear I saw a look of guilt for a second which he recovered soon, “It’s alright, I’ll call my se.. I mean my friend and let him know, he will take me when I recover.” He said while turning his gaze towards the window. I noticed how he was about to say something else instead of friend. Fishy, Fishy everything is fishy with this man.

“That will do, do you need anything? Are you hungry? “What do you want to eat? Or maybe a juice? If you don’t feel like eating? I bombarded him with questions, he stared at me for a while and started laughing. Here we go again. I narrowed my eyes at him “What are you laughing at Mister?” I was glaring at him in a playful manner which I didn’t know I had. He stopped laughing and looked at me “You remind me of my mother. And a juice will do, I’m not really hungry and I don’t need anything else for now.” He answered.

“Is that a compliment?” I asked.

“Depends and thank you for everything. I owe you my life.” he said smiling at me. His eyes held sincerity.

“You should actually thank my cousin, she is the one who helped the most.” I said and on cue Claire walked in the room.

“Oh I see you are awake. How are you feeling?” she asked Aiden.

“I’m feeling a little weak, my head is heavy, and these stitches are all itchy and painful.” He said with a straight face, a face with no expression. I narrowed my eyes at him, 'What is wrong with this guy?’ It seems like he is on alert, not showing any emotions, with his expressionless face. I wonder why he let his guard down with me. I was lost in thoughts when Claire brought me back to reality, “Amy you should go get those medicines.”

“Oh yeah right, I’ll be back soon.” I said while turning to Aiden, “Take care” with that I walked out of the room. Wondering ‘Who exactly is Aiden King?’