Bound To You

Chapter 47: Feeding Medicine

I froze as I heard what Omar said.

Omar's grandma was murdered?

It wasn't an accident?

And Omar believed that it was his fault?

I pulled away from Omar's hug and held his arms. I looked at him and noticed how broken he looked.

I wanted to ask Omar about it and what happened. But seeing Omar so broken, I didn't wanted to push the matter.

Omar looked at me with guilt. "I . . . Don't want to keep this away from you, Yumna. But, wherever I remember what happened that day when grandma was murdered, I . . ." A tear slipped down his eyes. "I just don't know . . . It becomes so hard for me to talk about it . . . And . . . It all happened because of me . . ."

I didn't let him finish. I put my finger on his lips to stop him from speaking. Omar looked at me.

"I don't believe it," I whispered.

Omar looked at me confusingly.

"Omar, I don't believe that you can the reason behind any of the misdeeds-"

"But, you don't know my past-"

"But, I know you," I whisper as I cupped his cheeks. I could see a little hope in his eyes. "Omar, I know you and I don't need any evidence to prove me that you can be responsible for somebody's murder."

Omar held onto my hands that were on his cheeks and clenched onto my hands.

"I want to hear your past, Omar," I whispered as I leaned near him. "I am not here to judge you. But I want to know you. I want to know what happened with grandma's murder."

Omar nodded. "I will tell you, Yumna but . . . I need a little time."

I smiled and nodded. "Okay."

Omar cleaned his neck and took a deep breath and whipped his eyes.

I sighed as I pulled away from Omar and was about to get off the bed when I felt him tugging my hand with a force and then pulling me on the bed. I fell on the bed, just beside Omar.

Omar looked at me and then leaned near me, trapping me between his arms.

"I didn't know the dense, stupid and nerd girl of our school was so mature," he said as he took a strand of my hair and put it at a side.

I laughed.

I didn't realize Omar was watching me when I was laughing but as my eyes fell on Omar, I noticed how he was watching me.

I stopped laughed and raised my eyes brow.

"Just seeing how your dimples moved when you smiled," he answered. "You should laugh more often."

"I think I would like that if you would do the same," I said, tapping his cheeks.

Omar sighed and the looked back to the table beside the bed. Then he looked back at me. "You didn't had your pills yet."

I frowned. "I hate taking pills," I said, crossing my arms on my chest.

Omar got off the bed as I laid there and went near the table to get the pills.

"Medicines are always so bitter," I sighed.

"What are you? A kid?" He mocked.

I looked at him, angrily. "Kid or not. Medicines are dumb and bitter and yucky."

I noticed Omar taking the pills and a glass of water. He sat on the bed and leaned near me. "Come on, get up, Yumna."

"No," I said, stubbornly.

"Yumna," I heard Omar's warning voice.

I stuck my tongue at him. There was no way I was going to eat those bitter pills.

Omar sighed and then I saw him smirking. "You sure you don't want to eat it by yourself?" He asked.

"No!" I said. "I am not eating it!"

"You will regret your decision."

"Never."

"Don't blame me for playing it dirty."

"I don't care!"

"Well, as you wish then."

Omar smirked and then I saw him putting the pills in his mouth and pouring water in his mouth.

I looked at him confusingly.

Shouldn't I be the one eating those nasty medicines? Why did Omar ate my medicines?

I looked at Omar and noticed him climbing on the bed and then to my surprise, he grabbed my hand and put it on top of me, pinning me on the bed.

Heat flushed on my cheeks as I saw Omar, so close to me. I did stay close to Omar before but this time, it felt different. Omar's eyes were filled with a little anger, aggression, worry and . . . Love?

My body felt vulnerable, lying trapped between Omar's hold. I felt Omar leaning closer to me and I felt his hot warm breath closer to my face.

My heat was racing. Fast. I was getting nervous. I just didn't understand why all of a sudden Omar was behaving like this.

My feet curled as Omar leaned much closer. Our nose touched softly, making my heart race even faster. Out of nervousness, I slowly close my eyes.

Suddenly, I felt a cold pair of lips pressing against mine. I gasped in shock and Omar took this chance and pushed the pills that he held in his mouth inside my mouth.

So, this was his plan! Asshole!

I couldn't help but to gulp the medicine that he mouth fed me like that.

As the medicine slipped down my throat, Omar pulled away his lips from me and smirked, making me blush and angry.

I wanted to punch him but he said, "Ah, you have lovely lips!"

I gasped as I was going to throw him a punch but he grabbed my hands and put it by my side.

"You are an idiot!" I yelled.

Omar smirked. "That's what happen when you don't listen to me. I am a man of my words, Yumna. What I say, I do it and what I tell you to do it, if you don't do it, I will make you do it."

I pushed Omar away.

He was such a meanie! How could he just kiss-

It wasn't even a kiss! It was a freaking stupid way of feeding medicine!

I didn't even know why but I did felt a little disappointed.

I noticed Omar getting off the bed and tugged my blanket and then turning on the table light.

"Go to sleep, Yumna," he said, using his firm voice.

I crossed my arms. "And what if I don't, Mr. Asshole!"

Omar looked at me and smirked. "Then, I wouldn't mind stealing your lips for a second time."

I gasped in shock and wanted to protest but didn't have much energy to do so. So, I turned my side away from Omar and laid on the bed, cursing on my mind about how evil Omar was.

Omar was such a jerk!