HIS OBSESSION

Chapter 15

Amelia. Amelia…

Damon kept calling with a low voice, unlike the Damon Amelia knew. He was standing at a distance, contemplating whether to go closer or stay at the distance. Amelia, on the other hand, was just tearing up while laying helplessly on the bed. Saying that her face was pale would just be an understatement. She's lost her glamour to the expression on her face. I can't say whether it's because of things happening to her or anything else, but she looked so unkempt. Just a glance at her would reveal that she yearns to be pitied.

“Amelia, I caused it, but I'm sorry.”

Damon apologized, but Amelia couldn't mutter a word.

“Keep your distance!” She managed to order with a cracked voice when she saw Damon coming to her. Even as she made the statement, tears were still rolling down her chin. She used her hand to clean the tear as she continued to control the runny nose.

“I'm not here to harm you. I won't inflict any pain on you”.

“What else can you do that I will consider worse than others you have done?”

Amelia asked with courage since she noticed Damon drawing closer.

Damon was still striving to appear bossy, but Amelia's words kept him at the edge. He then sat on the bed where Amelia lay.

“It's okay Amelia. Wipe your tears.”

He muttered while stretching his hand to hold Amelia, who already turned her back towards him. I can't tell what was going on in Amelia's head. But considering how Damon has been treating her, one might assume that there's something else attached to the sudden plea. She managed to wipe her tears with the handkerchief that was thrown at her. She then turned to look at Damon, who was already holding her hand.

“I never planned to make you pass through such pain, Amelia. I apologize for the ugly ways things kept unfolding”

Damon mumbled with a low tone.

Though Amelia was still having tears in her eyes, her swollen face expressed a shock that was too obvious.

'Is this Damon or someone else? Or has he come to cause me more pain?'

Amelia thought, and through an embarrassing look at Damon.

“Stop crying Amelia….”

Immediately Amelia listened to Damon's pleasant tone, she recalled what was about to happen in Damon's office before Danciana entered the office. And Damon was already stretching his band to get hold of Amelia's second hand.

“To me, you're an emblem of suffering and pain. And I'll be glad if you take your hands off my body before your mistress would come here and accuse me of what I never dreamt of in my weirdest dream”

Amelia exclaimed while wearing an emotionless face. From her tone, one would notice that she's accepted beforehand whatever might be the consequences of her words and action. But she stood her ground, not to be unfortunate the second time.

“Such a thing won't happen again. I won't permit such”

Damon whispered with an apologetic voice while still holding one of her hands and reaching out for the other.

“Why not kill me, Damon and my soul and body will rest? My instinct didn't fail me! I knew you had an interior motive when you began to act differently.” Amelia exclaimed in a loud voice.

“Don't say so, Amelia…” He exclaimed while trying to appear innocent all of a sudden. “I, I…” He continued to explain when his handset began to ring in his pocket. He pulled it out of his pocket, but he wore an ugly face instantly. Furthermore, he aborted the call and wanted to continue the conversation when the caller called again. He then stood up to take the call.

“Hi”

He commented while waiting for the caller to reply to him. His face looked not funny.

“How're you doing, Damon”

I overheard the caller say from her end with a lovely and familiar tone.

“Better than ever”

Damon was trying all he could to sound offensive. Even his body wasn't using a different language while addressing someone who wasn't seeing him.

“What do you mean?”

The caller questioned authoritatively.

“You heard me sound and clear. What else do you want?”

Damon whispered in anger.

“Damon, what has she used to bewitch you? And being the man I know, why can't you resist her? Imagine that slut that wants to put an end to all we've labored for and passed through. We can make things well. Send her to wh…”

“Enough!”

Damon screamed as the caller began to preach to him.

I didn't know when I got rid of my emotions and focused all my attention on their conversation. Since I didn't hear him mention any name, I wasn't certain whether he was addressing Danciana or someone else.

“We know how far we've gone. I, Danciana, know that I am not the only woman in your life, but please keep me where I belong…”

“Oh! You know? Where you are now, that's where you belong presently. And…”

Damon commented while trying to fake a grin on his face.

“That's not happening…”

The caller exclaimed, but Damon couldn't allow the conversation to continue before he ended the call unannounced. He left the spot and began to wander into the room. I never could tell what his plans were, but his face indicated that he was raging in anger. His smartphone rang twice again before he answered with an exclamation.

“I've made my mind crystal clear to you. But it seems you're hard of hearing.

May I not hurt your emotions the most? We'll meet later”

As he exhausted his words, he then ended the call. In a few minutes, he turned to leave the room and his handkerchief was still with me.

“Here's your handkerchief!” I lamented.

He uttered no word, but changed his direction and walked towards me.

"Sorry, Amelia! He exclaimed while still some steps away from me and hurried out of the room. He banged the door so that people around were supposed to hear the sound. Amelia kept mute as she watched the fury in Damon be exposed just because of a conversation he had over the phone.

'I won't say that I never see that part of him, but the last of him I saw, he's not used to addressing me. All that was because the caller wasn't close by, had it been the caller happened to be in the same room with him, I guess it would have resulted in the fight'.

Amelia thought out loud as she was nursing a feeling of confusion.