Her Burning Lover

THE ROOM

RAYMOND’S POV

I didn’t want to go from here. I want to see her when she gets up. But due to my anger for Michel and my changing emotions due to Susan, I had become vulnerable. I can change anytime, and I don’t want anyone, especially Susan, to be with me, because I can burn her.

Thinking about all the possibilities, I decided to go back. I called Sam, “Yes, Mr. Smith.” He replied from the other side. “Send someone to take my belongings; I am going back to the city,” I told him. “Is there any problem, Sir? You were there for two days.” He enquired. “Do you have any problem?” I asked him in a cold voice. “No, sir. I am sending someone to the place.” He retreated after telling me that.

It was about 1.00 am. I came out of my room after finishing some of my work. I was going down the stairs when I felt an urge to see Susan before going back. I was unable to suppress the call, so I went to her room and saw her sleeping calmly. Her face was back to the standard color, and there was the same aura. I went in. I saw Gary sleeping on his chair and holding Susan’s hands. I hate the scene. Seeing him, I subconsciously fisted my hands. Then I shifted my gaze to Susan. I have to be distracted otherwise would have punched Gary right on his nose. God, I hated the person.

After seeing her, my heart melted, and my anger went away. I wanted to sit there and watch her the whole night, but I can’t do that now. I tore a piece of paper from the pad and wrote a message on that and kept it under her pillow. I wanted to kiss her on her lips, but I couldn’t do that. There is a chance I will burn her. So I kissed her on the forehead and went out of the door towards my car.

I reached my villa, and it was almost 3 a.m.  I was feeling feverish. I felt that my suffering was increasing. My butler Mr. Johnson came out, and he can see that I am hot. He was with me since I was born. When my parents abandoned me, he insisted on being with me and taking care of me. He knows me very well and Knows what to do when I was about to turn. Yes, he knows my curse and tries his best to keep it a secret.

As soon as I came out of the car, I was about to stumble, but he caught me. “I caught you, Master.” I smiled at him, and then I leaned on him to get support. He was 57 at this time but quite strong compared to his age. 

He took me to my particular room, which was made only for these days. There were chimneys, fitted on the roof. The walls are coated as fireproof as well as soundproof and painted black. It was a closed room without any windows or any opening. There was no bed or anything apart from a platform of about 5-inch height and only made of clay. That was the place for me to sleep or sit while I was burning. There is a small opening through the door to give me food or water.

He opened the door and helped me lie down on the platform. I was burning from inside, but the fire will take almost 12 hours to come out. When I informed him about my condition, he already gave the servants leave for two days.

“Master, do you need anything?” He asked out of concern. “Give me some water Mr. Johnson. I am feeling thirsty. Give some icy cold water.” I told him with a weak voice. He went back and brought me some water and then some food. I ate it. It was almost dawn when I told Mr. Johnson to retire from his duty. He shut the door, feeling helpless. He couldn’t do anything else for me. But he remains seated on the other side of the door the whole time.

I slept there looking at the ceiling. I don’t know when I slept and was already in my dream, and my actual torcher is about to start. But one thing is that, during these three days, no one was allowed in the Villa.

Susan POV

After reading the letter and feeling guilty for almost one hour, I came out of my room. I saw my phone, and there were two missed calls from Gary. I called him back. “Hello, what..?” Gary didn’t let me complete my sentence and busted from the other side, “Where are you, Sus? Are you ok? Why you didn’t pick up the phone?” “I fell asleep for a while, and I couldn’t recognize the call.” I lied to him because I cannot explain my condition to him because I didn’t know why I was feeling restless.

“I am coming out, w8 for me,” I told him and hung up the phone. I came out and met Gary in front of the reception. “Hey, Hey cutie pie, what happened to you? Why are you looking so worked up? Are you again feeling unwell?” Gary cupped my face with his hands and asked me with a worried tone.

“I told you, I slept. But I want to go back. I want to be at home.” I explained to him my situation in short. “Let’s go and ask the director,” I added. We went to the director, and I asked him if I can go back if there is no work for me. He told me to go back because there is nothing for me anymore. The shooting was ongoing, and two more days are remaining. Our singing and songwriting parts are over now.

I went to my room to pack my things. Gary followed me to my room. “Hey, let me drop you at your home.” He offered me from my back while helping me close my suitcase. I was sitting on it and trying to close it. I looked at him, denying, “No, dear, you have worked here, and I can go back on my own.” “But..” He was about to say something when I cut him and told, “Don’t bother yourself. I am perfectly fine, and I am a grownup girl, I can go back on my own, Got it, daddy?” I teased him about making him laugh, and he smirked.

I went out with my suitcase and then to the taxi which I had already called. I hopped in and went back, giving Gary a goodbye kiss. But I was not planning to go to my home, instead of Mr. Raymond’s Villa. I want to thanks as well as apologize to him.