Cursed by his Love (Completed)

Chapter 4

I was startled. I remembered Frank was a bike racer because they were celebrating that night when I got kidnapped but is that really him? or my brain was messing with me out to panic.

It was less than a month after my kidnap, I was wondering how come a situation like this could occur, to meet the kidnapper again in my life. But I was still not sure whether it was Frank or someone else.

I stared at the man who was wearing the white and orange jersey, his hands were covered with gloves and the sleeve of the jersey, so I could not see whether he had tattoos or not.

The race started, and everyone started shouting some player’s names. I said to Rose in panic, ‘Rose, let’s go. I am not feeling fine’.

‘Nora, just this one. It will be over in 10 minutes, she seemed to be enjoying the race. I really did not want to spoil her fun. I convinced myself to stay for just one race, so, I stood there and watched the race.

Since the crowd was high enough to hide the view of the racetrack, I could not see who finished the race, so I was looking at my cell phone.

In the speaker they announced, ‘And the winner is Frank Lucas’. What the hell? Frank Lucas? Did they say, Frank? I peeked and saw the man with white and orange jersey, removing the helmet on the stage. Yes! yes, it was Frank.

Actually, I was not afraid at all, I was looking at him without even blinking my eyes. I was in the middle of the crowd, so I was so sure he could never see me. He was launching a serious face even after winning the race.

I too did not remember him smiling or laughing much at the wood house. Of course, It was weird. He got the cup and showed the crowd, and everyone started shouting his name, ‘Frank, Frank’, I felt a little nervous to hear his name.

When I was lost in thoughts, ‘Nora lets go’, Rose held my wrist, I was startled back to conscious. We left the place.

While returning to home in a public vehicle, ‘Rose, do you like to go to bike races, umm often?’, I asked her.

‘Yes, I love to watch biking. It will be so fiery to watch them riding on high speed on extreme conditioned roads’

Before even I was about to ask something, she added, ‘Did you remember the person who won the match today, Frank, and there is one more racer called Jonas, both are like legend players. Either of them always win the matches. They envy each other, they never even shake hands as a courtesy’

After hearing this, I just nodded silently.

That whole night, I did not even sleep a bit. Something was bothering me, but I could not say what was it. I felt so different, my mind was full of what happened in the wood house and forest of the hill station, and about Frank, he stopped the other men from killing me and raping me.

When I realized he actually protected me, I was wondering, ‘he is not as bad as the other men in that gang’, that one sparkle thought, made me go crazy about Frank. I was so stupid to develop a crush on a person who kidnapped me moreover he belongs to a big mafia gang of the city.

The next day onwards, I started to search all magazines and all web sites to know about bike race events, not only I find the race events but also started to go there with Rose just to see Frank. I had no idea why exactly I was doing so. But I loved to see Frank from the crowd.

For the next three months, I went to every single match that happened in the city. In all those matches, either Frank or Jonas had won the match.

I did not know the reason why I like a kidnapper, maybe because I was brought up in a girl’s orphanage home, this could be just an infatuation since he was the first man to really protect me.

Unlike Jose who pretended to protect me but betrayed me later, Frank really helped me and kept his word.

I remembered a gardener from the school, who was the only man on the entire campus, whose age was 56. So, probably, I got easily felt so attracted with Frank. I could understand how dangerous it was, to like somebody who belongs to a Mafia gang, but I really could not control my feelings and thoughts over him.

One fine day, I visited one of the bike races all alone, I took a cab and followed him when the race was over. He reached a small house in a silent residential area. I saw his back until he opened the door with a key and went inside. I assumed it was his house.

Of course, I was afraid of being caught, but I brought all my courage to follow him. But later, as soon as I found his home, a thought hit my mind so hard, I felt myself like a stalker, which made me feel bad. So, I controlled myself from stopped going to the race events after that.

…

After a few days.

I started realizing I really like him a lot, ‘but he was in Mafia gang, I cannot love someone who is not having a normal life. Eventually, it will affect my life too’. I could see myself that I was sad these days. I tried many times to stop thinking about him, but I failed.

Then one day I heard a big bike race event was going to happen this Sunday, even Rose called me. I wanted to go so badly, but I controlled myself and told Rose that I cannot come. I purposely took a mid-day shift on that Sunday to make myself busy on the work and avoid the weird thoughts about Frank and the race.

On Sunday.

When I was working at the hospital, one of the local television channels was telecasting the bike race on live. That one was a kind of a big event. I switched off the television without even giving a second thought.

After the shift, I started walking to my home. I could see a man standing on the side path and smoking at the corner of my street. Since it was dark in that area, I could not see his face. I crossed the road to avoid passing him out of fear and was walking on the other side.

I heard someone clearing the throat behind me, not far away from me. I was startled and looked at who was it.

SHIT! it was Frank.

With my eyes wide opened, I looked at him nervously. I inhaled and did not exhale for a long time due to shock. I had already noticed him, he more often used to touch the corner of his lips and rubs his beard with his thumb, which makes him more attractive.

He was touching his beard the same way and took one step near to me.

‘Why didn’t you come to the race today?’, he asked this giving me a casual look.

What? Did, did he know? I was puzzled and could not get any word to speak. I felt so speechless and was trying to say but my mind was fully blank, and I could not even think properly as he was staring at me.

‘I could not see you in any recent races. Why did you stop coming?’, he shrugged and asked this to me.

Did he know that I went to all the races? How come he knows? I was one of the crowd. There was no way he could have seen me. No way!

‘I have to go’, I said quickly and turned back.

I heard him smirking, but I ignored and started walking so fast, literally, I was running after that, reached my home as soon as possible, and locked the door. I felt like I had escaped again.

I was fully in confusion. How come he knows? He never saw me on race spot. He must have noticed me when I followed him to his home. I was so stupid to follow a kidnapper to his house. I cursed myself.

I did not rest that night. I was watching over the window often to see whether someone was coming. I was totally baffled, how come he noticed that I went to the race?

…

I completely stopped going to any races and started concentrating on my work and work only. Sometimes, I think of Frank, my mind often flashes his face, his smile but I will start to scold myself saying, ‘Stop thinking about him, He has nothing to do with me. He is nothing but a TROUBLE, only trouble. He is not a normal person. I should not think about him’.

I even visited my orphanage home once and met sister Audrey, Linda, and Elena. I tried so hard to make myself busy in my own life, but no matter how hard I tried, I failed. A deranged part of me always says that I and Frank had a connection and I wanted to love him, to kiss him. f*****g Hilarious!

My life was going so stagnate, nothing special. I used to the war inside my mind between I want Frank and he was a goon. One stupid accident slipped away from me again.

…

A rich businesswoman whose name was Lauren Nolan got a car crashed, and she was injured severely on her right leg and admitted to the hospital in the ICU ward, where I was working. It took more days for her to recover, I took good care of her. She was so kind to me, so did I.

Lauren was the chairman of Nolan’s industry. Lauren’s ex-husband died many years back, she married again to Harry Nolan and She had two sons Jack Nolan and Jerry Nolan. Everyone knows about Lauren’s family since her family was so rich and famous, and they were the king of the textile and a few other industries.

I had to take care of her with the other two patients, but I gave special care for her since she was injured so badly, and she had to go through a few major surgeries. Soon we developed a good rapport over a period.

Finally, the day she had to get discharge had arrived, and her treatment will be continued at her home.

‘Madam Lauren, you should take good care of yourself and don’t forget to take your medicines’

‘Yeah, I will, umm Nora, these bandages need to get changed every day, right?’, Lauren asked me, showing her injured leg.

‘Yes, our hospital authority will send one nurse daily for the next few days to your home to change the bandage’, I said in a concerned tone.

‘oh, I will tell them to send you’, she held my wrist and said this with a smile.

I smiled her back and helped her to sit in a wheelchair and to board the car.

The next day, I was informed that I should go to Lauren’s house for changing the bandage. The hospital staff arranged a cab to reach Lauren’s house. When the car stopped at her house, I realized this street was somewhat familiar to me as if I had been there before.

With confusion, I rubbed my hair and turned back, ‘Oh s**t! it is Frank’s home’.