CHAPTER 4: PROPOSAL.
1057 Words
Allison Wilson's POV
“Are you going to kill me?”
My voice barely broke through the knot of fear in my throat. I backed up slowly, feeling the cold and rough wall press against my back as I hit the wall with a quiet thud. My hands were shaking and hot tears streaming down my face.
“I promise, I won't say anything. Just please don't kill me,” I say, already shielding my face above my knee and holding them tightly in my arms.
For what felt like hours he didn’t answer. He simply turned and started walking away, like I wasn't even there. But just when I thought he was about to leave, his footsteps faltered. He paused, turning slightly his face over his shoulder but already hidden in the dark.
“This is a dangerous place,” He said, his cold voice cutting through the air. “ I'd advise you to leave now.”
I stand frozen in a daze, as his words settle in.
As if someone cracked the inside of me open, the tears I have been holding since Laura’s betrayal started pouring out again. It wasn't just fear that filled me now, It was... everything. The helplessness, the anger, the frustration at being so damn powerless over everything that had happened tonight. Why was I crying? Why was my body shaking like this?
I didn’t expect him to comfort me, but I also didn’t expect him to treat me like there was no one there and I was invisible.
“Don’t you have a heart?” I yell, my voice breaking. I wasn’t looking for pity, but was it too much to ask for a little human decency? After everything, after he had just saved me—saved my life, for God’s sake—was this how he treated people?
He suddenly turned round, facing me, but part of his figure was still hidden in the dark. A loud, deep chuckle escaped his lip, cutting through the silence of the alley.
“As a matter of fact. I couldn't give a damn.” He said, his voice deep and filled with coldness in its tone. “I just saved your life; a thank you would have been fine, but even that doesn't matter. Now go home.”
Was he for real? He did save my life, but something in me didn't want to give him that satisfaction, so I stood up, still unwavering by his tone.
“I didn't ask you to.” I shot back. I was scared to the bone. No, I was incredibly terrified, but still, my mouth would not close shut. Something in me kept going, pushing me to continue like I was waiting to vent my anger on someone, putting all the pain and sadness I felt into words.
“I am capable of handling myself.” I lied. If he hadn't come to my rescue, I'm sure I'd have been dead by now, and he knew exactly that.
This man had just killed another person, and I was still casually talking to him, daring him.
A smile slowly formed on his lips but didn't reach his eyes. I couldn't see his face clearly but I was sure he did.
Did he find this amusing?
He took a step closer to the light. His features are finally coming to light. The smile stood printed on his face before immediately fading into one of seriousness. His face was on full display. His features are sharp with aquarium blue eyes and ruffled black hair, with few strands falling across his forehead that still looked perfectly in place.
As much as I hate to admit it, he was completely breathtaking. His jawline was sharp, and his eyes sliced deep into me. He no doubt looks dangerous but somehow I feel some sort of warmth under his gaze. There was a little scar above his left eye, not too obvious unless you observed every little detail of his face and that was exactly what I was doing. He was more than handsome and I couldn't help but feel drawn to this stranger.
Why did I find him so attractive? Maybe it was the tiredness I felt washing over me. It should be.
I barely had enough time to take in his elegant features before a loud bang echoed from the other end of the alley from where the man, now lying dead, came. The sudden sound immediately caused both of us to turn over to the sound. My heartbeat suddenly increased by a thousand beats per second.
He didn't flinch.
“Alright then.“ His tone was steady and indifferent, sounding almost bored.”Save yourself.”
A dismissive wave followed, he paused, looking slightly above my head to where the sound was coming from.
Before I could open my mouth to speak he turned on his heels and prepared to leave.
Didn't he leave me here, right?
I wasn't sure if he wasn't dangerous but I'd rather follow him than stay here.
The sound grew louder and louder with my heart pounding as I watched him moving away from me.
“Please take me with you,” I say, my voice low but just loud enough for him to hear.
Still, he didn't stop. No response. He didn't even turn around.
“Please,” I beg tears pouring out again for the hundredth time today. “Please.”
He couldn't leave me here, could he?
I didn't have anywhere to go and the streets weren't safe either. This man didn't look the least bit safe, but he saved my life, didn't he? He wouldn't kill me, right? Nevertheless, I had to find somewhere to stay.
Still no response from him.
“Please, I'll do anything you want. Just please don't leave me here.” My voice was almost sobbing now as the tears continued streaming down my cheek with my eyes shut. My knees were already trembling as I tried so hard to hold myself from collapsing to the ground.
This time, he stopped in his tracks for what felt like ages, and then he spoke.
There was a long, tense silence. He didn’t move. Didn’t say anything.
Then, finally, his voice, cool and unbothered, cut through the cold night air in an instant.
“Marry me.”
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