FATED

Chapter 08

I'm feeling like dying, This is the god knows what many time I'm melting the wax. Now just four drops of essence... good now, pour it into the mold and let it set. Now slowly pull it out..., slowly ye -aaaaggghhh. 
Yes, this is what I've been doing for past five hours and it's just not getting right. I want to throw the whole mess at my past self's face and wrap myself up in a fluffy blanket. But my egoist self don't want to be a freeloader. Even through it is hard, it's best to do something then laying in the bed all day. I again pour some wax and went to the kitchen to melt it.

It has been one week since our visit to his family and if anything I'd like to visit them again. I loved how they were so talkative and caring. I wonder how are  they even related to this monotone robot... evil robot. They are nothing like them, even his brothers are good at talking with people. His mother and grandparents are like a saint in front of this man and his sister is like a warm hug of sunrays not to forgot his sister-in-law who mixes with the family so well that it's amazing. God the way his brother look at her, only if this yamraj was like him. 
No wonder he don't live with them, they would go crazy if he did... like I'm. Sometimes I wonder if he is vampire, I mean he can only be seen at night and is always ready to suck people's blood out. I really pity his employees, I wonder if they get holidays or he make them work like him... like a machine. 

The timer of the microwave started beeping pulling me back to the reality. I pulled out the container and the whole kitchen started smelling like gasoline. Again the wax was looking kind of sticky making me wonder if I'm boiling it wrong or if the wax is bad, but then again the rating in the site was all good and no one complained about it being sticky, then why with me.

"What is the smell. "

The sudden voice was enough to make me startled and making me jump resulting the container to slip off my hand. A sharp stabbing type of pain spread into my foot. I heard the shattering of the glass container, making me step back hurriedly. It was enough for the three waggy tails to lept to us and bark incomprehensibly.

"Fuck, are you okay? "

His hands wrapped around me making me steady and then the pain revolted making me let out a gasp and a hiss in pain. Jeez, it burns so much. I was still mourning about the pain when he pull me up and carried me in princess style to the couch in the living room. 

"What were you thinking? "

How can he scold me when he was the who startled me. 
Slowly putting me down, he pulled out his phone and started calling someone maybe a doctor. After three to four tries when the other side didn't replied he again pulled me up this time making me gasp. The dogs followed us to the gates and stopped at once when he opened the gate easily carrying me like a baby. Now I wonder how much weight he lift.

"Where are we going? "

"To get you treated. "

Why is he talking like I used his handkerchief to polish my heels. And they say women are moody, only if they will meet this man they gonna change their statement faster then the bullet train. After driving for three to four minutes in not a very legal speed he parked outside a hospital, got off and ran to my side and again carried me like I weight nothing. 

"I can walk.
Maybe you should put me down.
Please, people are watching. "

One glare and I was quite like a ghost. It was like the first time we went out, murmurs and eyes of people constantly at us, just this time he was with me... not like then, when he left me behind, this time he was holding me, not just my hand but my entire self. 
We crossed several room before going in into a doctor's room which looked like it belonged to the chairman or the director of the hospital.