Chapter 11

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Emma  A gentle touch caressed my cheeks followed by a deep voice ‘’Wake up. We have reached your house.’’ I fluttered my eyelashes open only to find myself a breath away from Fleg. His minty breath blew on my face and I blinked. Once. Twice. He moved away and finally I could breathe again. My neck felt cramped by sleeping in such an uncomfortable position. I hunched forward hiding my face in the palms of my hand to stop myself from getting caught with flushed cheeks. I lifted my head and turned to look at Fleg who was staring at me with those intense golden eyes. I smiled slightly. ‘’Thank you for dropping me off.’’ A frown appeared on my forehead as I recalled never telling him my address. ‘’How did you know where I lived?’’  A secret smile tugged at his lips and his eyes shown with an unreadable emotion and he leaned forward so that our nose brushed against each other and whispered in a hoarse voice, ‘’I know everything about you bella mia.’’ I scowled at that but did not utter a word. ‘’It’s pretty late, your mother must be worried.’’ How does he do that? Go from being playful to complete serious in seconds. I nodded and opened the car door and walked out. The air was chilly and I felt my footsteps echo in the silence of the dead night. I opened the front door of my house and walked in. I looked back and he was still standing there waiting for me to shut the door. The window's of the car were tinted but standing at a distance from him, I could feel his burning gaze. We locked eyes and a surge of electricity flowed through my body awakening my heart into a drive. After a while, I shut the door listening to the start of an engine and the sound of the tires drifting away.  I slumped against the door and placed my palm over my beating heart. With a shaky breath I took the stairs up to my bedroom and sat down on the bed. The silence felt suffocating. It seeped into me causing an unsettling feeling inside of me. When will I feel peaceful again?  When was the last time after father's death, I laughed until my insides hurt? When will I get rid of this sadness that lingers in our house causing us to feel dead?  I pressed my palms against my forehead to help subside the feeling of my brain being crushed and slipped under the covers.    ______________________________________________________ Hey, my beautiful readers! I really hope that you guys liked this chapter. Don't forget to hit the like button so that it brings a smile on my face :) Also, kindly follow me for the update of new stories that I will start writing soon! Please share my story with your friends and let me know how you feel about my story in the comments. Thank you!     
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