FEARLESSLY

CHAPTER III : TRIGGERS AND FIRST HINTS

"I'm so sorry , but I really need to kn- ..."

"You don't. Excuse me but the food is d-done and we should eat now before we get to w-work i-.."

"NO. Please. I want to know what happened to you, who is he? What does he want from you? Did he came here to you again those  days? Does he hurt u? You know him? Is he touching u without your permission by any chance? What the hell is happening hmm? Is he perhaps abusing y- ..." I kept asking as I could feel myself geting weirdly more and more worried about her, since she was silent al this time too, watching me with a bigger and bigger fear by any moment, starting to slightly shake in front of me, her eyes trying harder and harder to fight the tears too, her breath starting to accelerate the moment I let out my mouth the thing about the abuse, as I got a hint i didn't wanted to think about for some reasons, swallowing so hard. No way, not her, this can't be. Maybe I got it wrong maybe-... I kept telling myself as I grew more and more panicked and worried watching her being so frightened before her raised tone filled my ears,  watching her in surprise as she was now turning mad on me. Mad but scared as fuck. I could see it. She was trying to protect herself. Another hint.

"STOP ASKING SO MANY QUESTIONS , WHY DON'T U JUST EAT AND DO YOUR JOB, U DON'T EVEN KNOW ME ,STOP CARING AND BEING SO ANNOYING PLEASE I- "

I raised my eyebrow literally being both confused and slightly mad on her suddenly  as I heard her response. Am I the one annoying? I just try to help her, for some strange reason I don't know because we don't even know each other,  I am worried for her I just try to figure out how to help her, why does she have to be so damn loud about this?

"Listen , let's calm down okey? I just want to know what's going on, I want to help you okey I- ..." I didn't got to finish my sentence,  again, taking a step closer to her then another, as her hands starting to tremble more and more ,shaking slightly her head to , as I raised my hand to grab her, preventing her from hiting the sofa behind her, but not getting to, as her hands dropped the plates she was holding in fear too, terror on her face as I paused utterly shocked as realisation hitted me.... She didn't thought I was going to hit her, did she?...

Mira's pov

"Please...s-stop there....l-leave me please i-..." I said as I dropped the plates in my hands so afraid he might want to hurt me to ,not realising that he just wanted to help me, as I stared at him, shaking and being to shaken to think straight

"Hey, easy, are you okey? Are u hurt, come here, it's okey, let me help u- " He asked me as he gulped down to his voice softening even more too, looking somehow shocked. I was wondering why.

"WHY DO U CARE GOD DAMNIT IT, I SAID LEAVE ME" I said as tears started to stream down my cheeks too,realisation hiting me too ,as I kept shaking too, probably looking so helpless right now. Exactly as I was feeling. With my blurry eyes from the tears I saw his features hardening, surely him being mad on me acting like a bitch when he just wanted to help too, seeing him slightly clenching his fists too, exhaling hardly before talking again, this time his voice sounding more emotionless than I ever heard him until now since when i met him, even if I could still read the shock and concern in his eyes.

"Okey, I ll go promise. But let me help u clean this out first alright? Then I'm going, I think u need a good rest, we can start tomorrow too.And it's late, and u clearly don't feel good. Don't push yourself okey?" He said as I was watching him bending down and cleaning all the broken plates and the food I dropped , just after he wiped my  tears away too his eyes softening a second doing it , just to get back darker a moment after as he took his phone from the sofa as soon as he was done and washed his hands and cleared his throat to, taking a final glance at me, as he kept his words. He left, checking me out a last time as he got to my front door too, looking at me with sorry eyes, before turning back emotionless and closing the door after him to letting me stil standing there, in the middle of my living room. He really left.He respected my decision and left. He wasn't gona hurt me.. how stupid I could be? Maybe he was just worried.. damn it . I was thinking as I went with shaky steps to lock my front door, leting my back rest against it and slowly  sliding down to the floor to resting the back of my head on the door , as I hugged my knees, my eyes becoming teary again. I was so stupid. He left. I'm alone again. I'm so scared... I wanted him to change his mind, to come back to me, to talk and maybe to tell him what I felt comfortable to say yet. And he did.

He really did. Next morning. For the project. Not talking to me more than the bare minimum and what was necessary, avoiding to look in my eyes for too much, clearing his throat whenever our eyes locked and looking away, trying so hard to not look at my still visible bruise to , acting all cold and focused on work. I was missing him. Weirdly minding he was a stranger after all , but missing the him I met some days ago, and then some days after that in my apartment.  I felt so bad... but this went on for some days, days in which we worked hard and recorded a great part of the making of my  some chapters 0f my book,as also the story behind every each of them, nothing less or more going 0n between us. Well,  this until 2 more days later, when his team decided to throw a company party for celebrating his project. And me. A party that was gonna make the spark between us stronger. A party I wasn't gona forget too soon. A party where he got more hints and some truths. Huge clear truths and facts right in front of his eyes. That damned party...