Faith Leigh

7: Dilemma

"I'll follow you back to your place to make sure you reach safely," he demands sounding it out as an offer.

"No thank you. I'm perfectly fine from here," I decline with politeness coating my firm tone-not wanting to sound too rude.

He nods in acceptance of my decision, his reluctance evident in his posture. And the way his palms are clenched around the steering wheel, tells me that he isn't happy with my decision either-not that I care.

Wishing him a 'good night and a safe trip home' I get into my car. A familiar intoxicating scent immediately invades my nostrils as I enter my car.

Spotting my book and some other things I was carrying with me earlier at the park dumped on my passenger seat, my doubt of Enrique being in the car is confirmed.

I need to steer clear of both these men!

Driving home with a certain urgency harbored within me, I feel this sudden urge to just crawl under my sheets and never come out again.

Now that I had some physical distance from both those charismatic creatures, I'm finally able to see things clearly. Or so I thought.

Parking hastily within the limited space near my building, I grab my phone and dash towards my apartment.

Fumbling with the keys for a second, I push open the already age-weakened door and smash it shut within a window of mere seconds.

All the emotions that had magically disappeared when I was in the presence of those two come flooding back trapping me within an enraged hurricane of heterogenous emotions.

Their touch that once sent pleasurable sparks throughout my body, now makes me want to claw that very touch off my flesh.

Rushing to the bathroom-grabbing the bag of toiletries on the way from my suitcase-I turn on the shower and get under it peeling my clothes off simultaneously.

Water freezing as the depths of Antarctica, kisses my skin in the form of tiny droplets. Momentarily the shower opens its channels and lets the water descend freely with a single powerful thrust.

Ignoring the alarmingly low temperature and the fact that I had been coughing my life out a few hours ago, I grab my loaf and scrub my skin mercilessly.

All I want is to eliminate the feel of their additive touch!

Desperate to extinguish the source of the ignition of the compulsive sparks my body and mind now crave; I continue scrubbing, marring my skin. The urge to cry overrides my other emotions setting open the damn.

Why am I feeling this way?!

It feels like my body is castigating me for leaving their side!

Sinking to my knees overwhelmed by the sudden outburst of emotions mainly dominate by desolation and dejection, my body shakes in controllable sobs.

Crying for a while helps lighten the weight, allowing me to breathe freely. As my mind ventures back into the lake of thoughts influenced by them and imbued with their distinctive calibers.

These two could not be more unlike yet seem to have a similar effect on me.

From their mannerism to their wardrobe everything is the complete opposite to the other. Yet, I find them both equally alluring.

While Adam is the 'Golden, boy next door type' with the charming smiles and warm approach. Enrique on the other hand has the more 'Mysterious bad boy' vibe going on for him. It is in his discreet little actions only, that one can find his true emotions hidden.

Enrique is like the knight on the dark horse and Adam the knight on the light one...and I? As of the moment I feel like the damsel that will be the cause of their distress if I'm still caught in the middle of this war field.

Gradually I feel myself calming down as the stinging session of my raw skin is the only feeling calling my attention.

Sitting under the cold shower for a few more minutes to reduce the burn on my arms, I wrap a towel firmly around myself exit the bathroom.

Once I've changed into comfortable clothes, I return to the bathroom to collect the ones I had discarded there earlier. Grabbing them off the tiled floor, my eyes narrow in suspicion when a certain detail catches my eye.

Inspecting the top of my shirt meticulously, my eyes widen in confirmation of my previous doubt. This top has been washed! I conclude, horror permeating the air around me.

If my clothes had been washed without my knowledge then who changed me in and out of them?

I feel violated, but I also know that I cannot base an allegation on the flimsy claim that I know that my clothes had been washed without my knowledge!

This change was supposed to be the beginning of my new start. But with all that has happened up until now, it just feels like it's a continuation of my haunting childhood.

Brushing the dry tears from my cheek-ridding my skin of their presence-I refuse to let this experience affect what my future has in store for me!

Tomorrow is my first day of college. With a firm resolution in mind, I promise myself that I will let the past two days remain in the past.

Omitting them from my memory is the only way I will be able to move forward!

But little did I know, that the past never let's go. And here I wanted to leave two brooding men in my past.

Men who possess inhuman powers way beyond my understanding.

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