My Mysterious Love For him

CHAPTER-5

ADAM

'What a day it had been!'

I flatten my back on closed door of my room gazing at the ceiling for few minutes, to relax. At least for now. My thoughts are running a mile, I pace around to tidy my room. I not only broke the expensive wine bottle, freaking spilled the wine on Azrael De Luca, accidentally of course. Though it wouldn't be easily excused. At least the man was kind not to openly snap at me, in fact his behavior was out of the world.

Glancing at my wrist, my mind reeled back the moment he was so gently applying the ointment, contrasting his intimidating presence. 'Maybe he pitied me,' yeah it was the only understandable reason. But he was surely someone one'd dare not forget him. 'God, Adam he is younger than you. Enough about him.'

Deciding, I want to shower, snatching some clothes that I have previously placed it on chair. It was only piece of furniture except for a medium size cupboard I had in the room.

Having a comfortable shower, putting on my clothes, I hang my towel on the hooker next to the window. I fall back on my bed allowing to replay the chaotic event. I was aware it was only matter of time before the Richards would call my presence. I also know the conclusion of it.

Though my biggest worry was Vincent. He came back and was going to be somewhere around.

Awful memories plague in my mind no matter the number of times I try to shake them off, it’d creep its way back. To taunt me for my foolish decision for giving in his ways. Vincent was two years older than me, typical jocks’ attitude was his lifestyle. We, no- there is nothing between us- he and I never crossed ways even living under the same roof.

If only it’d have stayed that way, I’d have saved myself. Three years ago, in random party arranged by his parents- he first noticed me. With all his mannerisms, sweet flirting- I expected him to be a prince charming but he turned out to be a demon. My biggest nightmare.

‘Why didn’t I say no to him? Why?’

The room was closing up on me, I stumbled out of my bed and room to find anything. Just to get my mind off him. My uneven steps kept faltering along with my breath as I was mindlessly moving in the corridor.

Sora was out with Marcus otherwise her presence would have been my safe escapade. Though I can’t rely on her anymore. She’d be soon leaving. I’d have no one then.

A harsh grip on my arm resonated a frantic shriek from my throat, it was soon in choke hold.

“How are you my favorite toy?”

‘Vincent.’

My breathing turns shallow, frantically glancing at him.

He tightens his hold, my lungs wind up, “I asked you a question, oh my bad…” he devilishly chuckles, losing a fraction of his grip.

‘Adam, don’t let him to empower you. You are stronger, believe yourself.’ I repeat the chant gaining my strength little, I manage to glare at him.

“Leave me, Vincent.” Even if voice wavers, I don’t let my eyes show them.

He chuckles obnoxiously, actually releasing me. I cough few times to level my breathing, up righting my body I step in open to not let him corner me again.

“You have grown a spine, little Adam. How lovely. Remember that you’d arch the same spine under me when I’d …”

I wince visibly averting my eyes from the most deceiving reality of my life.

He takes slow steps, probing my fear, “It’s only matter of time, little Adam. You’d crawl on your knees to come back to me. It’s only your luck that in spite of ugliness of your face, I’m still interested in you.”

My fingers begin to tremble as he knowingly scrape my insecurities, splitting them apart.

He bends to the side of my ear, whispering, “There was a reason I used to shove your face in pillows, while having my way with you.”

He said it many times, still he’d repeat enjoying the traumatic effect on me. “Stop it,” I hate it came out as a plead.

“Oh, these were your exact words. Glad you at least remember something from our memorable moments,” he sighs in fake content.

Hearing the dreadful description, bile rose in my mouth. I was utterly feeling sick in his awful presence. He knew it.

Lost in my own thoughts, I jump in air few feet to feel his touch on my arm. In spite of flailing my arms to get rid of him, he painfully squeezes my cheeks placing a dirty kiss.

“Goodnight, dream about me.”

He pushes me aside, normally walking away. Tears spill out of my eyes, I wipe them roughly not letting him effect more than he had. 'Why do I keep failing myself? Why I can't stand for myself? '

Vincent’s words echo in my mind, fearing ‘whatever he said might become my future at some point.’ I was alone, always had been.

*****

The next morning, my day followed through loop of my daily tasks with utter silence. An unbroken record of past kept replaying in my mind, I was constantly fighting with them. I only had a single relationship in my whole life because I wasn’t brave to come of out the closet. I wrongly expected Vincent would understand me and my problems.

Back then, he used to share his conflictions with me, about being a responsible heir of this family and fearing to reveal his sexuality. So, it was easy for me to believe him as we both sort of connected at some level. Steadily with time, I allowed him to control my life on his own will. To maintain his image he’d often switch in relationships with different women, he’d faking reassure me it was all to maintain a façade.

And I believed him. Whatever he’d say I was fine with him. Though he’d never ask for my opinion, always expected me to follow.

At first I thought he was just a dominant personality but soon his unfair treatment was deteriorating my confidence, my self-respect everything. It was the time when his father asked him to move California, did I came back to my senses. My biggest mistake wasn’t getting relationship with him but it was to blindly follow my so called love.

Truth was, I never loved him. I was craving for it though and Vincent clearly took advantage of my desperation. I ended everything with him although the relationship wasn’t official. It took me immense amount of courage, time, to come out his toxicity. I promised to never let my feelings dominate my sanity. Or better never get into any relationship at all.

I was almost half way through the recovery when he crashed into my life again, threatening to make my efforts futile. I can’t let him ruin me again.

“Adam!!”

I shudder at the shrill voice, blinking couple of times I see Mrs. Richard glaring and huffing in annoyance. 'Oh god, give me strength to face this woman.'

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Richard.”

She starts laughing, I take a step back in surprise. “Of course, sorry could solve anything. Adam, why don’t you wear a placard with Sorry printed in bold. Because from your reckless attitude, I’m sure you’d need it for entire life.”

'It’s fine Adam, just few minutes, you would be excused.' I try to reassure myself.

“Now, do you know the prize of the bottle that you have so graciously broken yesterday and made us a laughing stock in front of De Lucas?” she circles around my frozen self.

Perspiration break out of my skin calculating the amount. By the way she was stating it, I surely couldn’t afford the prize.

“You-

“Excuse me, ma’am, Jasmine interrupts her, I take a breather. “Here, this man was requested to deliver the wine bottle to you.”

Mrs. Richard almost snatches the bottle from the man, checking something then her thin brows touch her hairline. The bottle does look familiar.

“From whom it is?” she asks him.

The man in a robotic tone answers, “Mr. Azrael De Luca, he has peculiarly asked to dissolve yesterday’s incident completely. If it doesn’t, then they’re answerable to him directly.”

Is it me or really his response holds some indirect warning.

Mrs. Richard laughs awkwardly, grasping the bottle, “Surely it wouldn’t be needed. Please do send him my heartiest regards for his thoughtful gesture,”

The man barely nod, exiting out without further words. Mrs. Richard glances at the bottle like she’d have kissed it, if it was alive. She simply asks me to get back to work and leave in cheerful mood.

A wide smile stretches my lips, ‘Azrael saved me unintentionally,’ I should thank him that is if we meet again.