Sharing A Secret!
1052 Words
****Layla's POV****
I pushed the door and ran to Carlos who was on the floor. I placed his head on my laps, trying to get what was wrong with him but no, I couldn't guess. Is he an asthmatic patient?
He is gasping for air. Maybe he's one.
"Master? Carlos! Yay! Wake up! Don't die!" I kept speaking to him, hoping he doesn't die.
He took his right hand away from his neck and stretched it towards his lower drawer. Perhaps, his inhaler was there. I pulled the drawer and gasped.
It wasn't any inhaler, it wasn't any drugs. It was a lot of syringe. Why would the almighty Carlos Luciano need this and use them. I took one from the drawer, facing him. I thought he was going to give me sign on what to do next. I didn't see any. I removed the cap of the needle and pushed the needle in his right hand, releasing whatever liquid into his body.
The syringe dropped from my hand. That was my first time doing that. I never want to do it again. He sat up and beat his chest while I stood behind him. Is he going to turn into a monster and beat me up? I just saved his f*****g life.
He stood up and turned to face me. His eyes were red and filled with anger. I tried to reach the door and pulled it but he was faster than I was.
He pushed it closer, leaning on me as I leaned on the door.
"Why did you enter into my room? How dare you?!" He yelled at me. I shook with fear. I swore, I could hear my heart beating. I lowered my gaze and saw a tattoo on his chest. Why am I even thinking about that? He was yelling at me and scolding me but all I was concerned about was his damn tattoo.
I raised my head and gazed into his cold eyes.
"I saved your life. Is that a way to tell me thank you?" I asked.
He grabbed my hair and yanked it towards himself.
"Argh!" I groaned in pain. How pulls a lady's hair? How rude!
"Any word about what you just witnessed to anyone, I won't hesitate to kill you" he threatened me.
Carlos f*****g Luciano just threatened me.
I grunted and freed myself from his grip. I didn't utter any word. All I did was leave his stupid room and went for mine.
I couldn't get what just happened off my head. Carlos looked so healthy and strong. No one could imagine that he had a strange weird reaction.
I slammed my door close and locked it behind. I hate it when I get scolded. It makes me emotional. I cried into my pillow. He would kill me if I told anyone what was happening to him. Not even Pablo. That's not what I wanted when I was coming here. I was hoping that I should meet a kind Carlos who would help me with my studies while I become his slave. I didn't except to get threatened and treated like trash.
I wiped the tears under my eyes and breath slowly. My wishes will be possible. I hope that.
****Carlos POV****
The attack came so suddenly. I never expected it. Perhaps, I set my timer wrong again. f**k!
Why does she have to be the one to save me? Why?!
She has also seen me in that helpless condition. She knows my weakness. She also save my life. I would have died if she hadn't injected me.
For nine years, I've been suffering from a weird sickness which I don't even know. All I know was that, I calm down whenever I take that shot. I must take it every 15 hours. If late, I'll experience what just happened again. I set the timer on my watch again and threw the watch on the table.
I must do something for her not to tell anyone what happened to me.
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The next morning, I was ready to go to work. Layla had make my breakfast ready. I sat down to eat, placing my phone on the table.
She must have taken it too seriously when I said my meal must not be late. I like it.
I ate while she looked away from me. She must have million and one question to ask me but I won't answer them. Instead, I dropped my fork.
"Layla?" I called out her name.
"Yes master" she replied. That wasn't coming from her heart at all.
"Tell me, what can I do for you? You want to see your parents? You can go. Just tell me, what is it that you truly desire?" I asked.
She turned her neck and faced me. He could tell that she hoped it was reality and not a dream.
"What I want?" She asked.
"Tell me and I'll do it for you" I said. Crazy girls like her would ask for diamond ring, money and...
"I want to go back to school" she said.
I was about to saw cars but, that came out unexpected.
"School?" I asked her. She nodded her head.
"Okay? Fine, you'll start tomorrow" I said. If that's what she wants, then she'll get it.
"But, you'll have to go to school as my younger sister"
"Yes, master. Thank you, so very much" she cried and started smiling.
"Make sure you keep what happened a secret us. No one must hear it, not even..."
"Pablo. I get it master" she interrupted me.
"Sure then. It's a deal. I'll get your school stuff ready and you'll leave tomorrow" I said. She nodded repeatedly, trying to hide her happiness in front of me. I left the meal and walked out of the house.
How stupid of her? Why didn't she ask for a house? She'll have to attend the school, using my father's name. That's the only way she can be protected from those school bullies. I should also prepare some guards for her.
"Why am I doing this? She's just a slave. Just grant her wish and that's all" I said to myself and entered into the car. Pablo was there, waiting for me.
The car started and we head to the company.
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