Chapter 8

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Author's Note.

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Sebastian...

  I liked her. Since the day I hit her with my car or more like she ran into my car, I've liked her. I didn't know how or why I liked her so much. I thought love at first sight was crap, I still think so but at least I liked her on first sight. Everyday after that, her smile mattered to me. Although, she didn't like me at first. I still didn't know why. I felt she was different. I remembered that night when we came back from the cinema. When she kissed me, her lips so soft and so giving. I didn't want to kiss her back at first but then I thought of it and decided to face the consequences later. Then the consequences came and she stopped talking. We lived under the same roof yet I hardly saw her. That was torture, pure torture. Everyday after that night, my dirty mind thought of things I could to make her moan my name. My dreams had her in them, scratch that, she was my dream. All I wanted was her. And when I kissed her in the kitchen, oh my fucking God. I knew I was done for. I wasn't going to rush her into anything or push her but I'm going to make her mine alone. That day, she shouldn't have kissed me. Because that made me wild and want to go after her.
  I wonder why I only want her under me or on top, it doesn't really matter anyway.

"Sebastian," her voice felt like velvet. It was music to my ears. I looked at her. "Didn't you trust me enough to tell me about you?" Her voice sounded hurt. It pained me to know I was the cause of her discomfort.

  It was so new and refreshing when she didn't know who I was that day at the hospital. It felt really good that for once, someone just saw me as another random dude who thinks with his dick.

  "If I didn't trust you, I still wouldn't tell you." I pointed out and she mused on that for another moment nodding  slightly. I felt like she wanted to say something but decided against it. Her eyes, her eyes always gave her thoughts away. Those beautiful rare orbs of hers always gave what she was thinking away. My hands tightened around the steering wheel in anger when I remembered that day I brought her to the hospital all of the doctors refusing to treat her. They didn't refuse at first, but when she drifted in and out of consciousness and they saw her eyes. They blatantly refused. They spoke in their local language so I didn't understand a word of what was being said. When a doctor finally agreed to treat her the relief I felt was indescribable. And nurse Philo, bless her heart. I smiled a bit remebering the small woman who recognized me on spot but didn't say a word of it to anyone. When she saw me, her eyes widened and I knew then that she knows who I was. I wasn't too happy about it but she put me at ease.

  "Allison." I gently called. I was already at her door but she didn't seem to notice, we've reached where we are going. She looked at me clueless. "We are here." I said point blank. It wasn't a very huge fancy place, I wanted a place where she felt comfortable not where she felt the need to act like a proper lady. She acted like a proper lady all the damn time, not complaining though for once, just let her out of her bubble of appropraiety.

  "Oh." That was what she liked to say when she didn't have anything else to say. She got out of the car and I gently closed the door behind her. I took her  left hand and pulled her along with me. My thumb absentmindedly rubbed circles on her wrist. Who hurt her? I asked myself. Or an even better question, who would hurt someone as sweet as her? I was determined to find out. It won't be very long hopefully until I break down her walls. She wanted to pull her hand out of my grasp. I held it tighter.

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