CHAPTER 21
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It was just like that night.
The only difference from that time, however, was that right now he isn't drunk. His fresh-from-the-shower scent smelled so riveting, that it keeps on holding me back on my focus to struggle from his grip. His face is still beside my left ear that keeps on sending me a ticklish vibe as his warm breath prods on my skin.
"Get off me," I struggled to order him.
He raises his head before my face to answer me, "Is that what you really want?" the drippings from his damped hair is hitting my dry cheeks when he continued saying, "your body is struggling yet something in you is defying that." the mischievous grin on his face is back again. Yet to my wonder, I don't even find it horrifying anymore. For weird reasons, it was like he has somewhat right.
"That's why I am here," I told him that made him a bit startled.
He grins and chuckled before getting back on his feet. "Those eyes of yours look very hungry for answers it seems," he said. He then picks up the towel and tosses it on the tortilla couch. He also rested himself on the couch before looking back at me.
I rose to sit on the edge of his bed, "yes, and you must be the kind of source that will satisfy my craving." I retaliate back while I arrange the hem of my skirt.
He rested his cheek on his fist while still looking at me with a grin on his face. "I don't think saying that will keep you in the safe zone, you know," he said back.
"I'm sure you know what's happening with me, right? I'm sure you knew the reason why I suddenly hit you with that gun the other day. I would even bet this is the reason why you are hiding here to avoid my interrogation." I told him as I stood right before him.
"Hiding?" he asked. The mischievous lips he has just a while ago were now gone. He then lured his upper body forward which I didn't anticipate as he quickly clasps my waist. He then pulled me swiftly towards him and before I knew it, I am already sitting on his lap. I even had to brace my hands around his shoulders to balance myself from his sudden move.
"Then how about you interrogate me now?" he said before my face. The scent of his mouthwash waving from his mouth and traversing across my nostrils reminds me of vanilla peppermint. But sitting on his lap right now, and his hand clinging around my waist suddenly made my face turn red. And the more his face is drawing closer to me, all the more my chest keeps pounding so loud. It was like, as I am this close to him, that something inside my chest is like being stimulated. Somehow it's strange since I would've slapped him by now or more like a struggle to get off but when he tightened his hold around my waist, I felt as though I am being magnetized into him.
"So what were you trying to say just now?" His deep husky voice was enthralling in my ears. It was a mockery of my real intention for coming here to interrogate him on what's happening inside of me, and yet, I didn't even flinch to protest against it. It was like something inside my chest wants and it's shocking the hell out of me. I wonder if he was trying to do some kind of enchantment against me because I can't even find my way back to my original state.
"What are you even doing to me?" I mumbled. There is still a portion inside my mind that is normal. and It is the only part—that seems to be remaining unscathed by whatever enchanting me--reminding me to get hold of myself.
But the way his oceanic-blue eyes wander around my face just keeps me to remain enchanted by it. Seeing it even closer this way made me held my two hands up to rest on the right side of his face. And as if I was being completely devoured by that something inside my chest stimulated by these divine pair of eyes; I eventually allowed it to use my tongue to spill what it was trying to convey, "How long has it been, Amanikable?"
What did I just say right now? This did not even come from my own will.
"You!" Was the only thing that he uttered that was followed by an unexpected turn of event. What I had just said stirred him up so suddenly. He was quick to push me off him and withdraw himself so quickly as if totally disgusted to even look at me. and then he said, "Get out." with that furious gaze once more. I am not new to this scene. One moment he'd be enticingly clingy like a cat and then seconds later he'd turn into a ferocious wild tiger. What more could I hope for from this man?
Still, I tried to ask, "What?" as I am completely bewildered about what's going on. I haven't even asked him yet about my real intention yet now he is already sending me away. He's really conceited. I know he has the answers on what's going on with me, after all, I am very suspicious it was because of him that's why I am becoming like this.
I wonder why is it like something is trying to use me out of my own will. And when it becomes successful in overcoming my body as its host, it's as though I completely lost control of my whole body yet I can witness it with my very eyes. What's even more questionable now is the fact that I addressed him the name Amanikable. For the past few days, I haven't had the chance to know his name. I didn't bother to know either but if his name is really Amanikable, then that's another mystery how come I was able to say it when I swear that I don't even know his real name at all.
"I said, get out!" His voice is more enraged than before making me fall back and run away from him. The tremble after hearing him yelling at me that way brought me to be frantic and scared, that all I just wish now is to evaporate under the ground.
I walk out the door and saw Leandro still patiently waiting outside. I can't believe he still has to witness me crying as I run outside. "Miss Emalia?" I heard him trying to call out to me which I prefer to ignore. He will not be able to help me anyway, so not minding him will just save me the time to explain what happened and the extra drama that will just further make me cry.
And as soon as I am inside my room, I had to quickly lock it within for Leandro might come here anytime soon to persuade me about what happened back there. I am not in the perfect state to talk at all. I would prefer to just sulk in my bed and forget all these nightmares. And then while I am thinking about forgetting all of it, at the back of my head something wishes me to remember that right now I just—just want to go home.
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