❝In class, you said I reminded you of someone. Who is she?❞
❝My wife. You remind me of my wife.❞
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When an accidental time travel brings twenty-seven-year-old William eight years back to the pas...
His eyes searched for Eliza as he stepped inside the raging party amidst the sound of music blasting from the speakers. He was worried as he pushed the crowd to make way to find the girl he was searching for.
The place reeked of beer, smoke and he could smell something else too. The way these people were behaving, he couldn't doubt that they were high on something and his worries grew more when he realized that Eliza might be in their situation too. He pushed across the people and was stopped by Arabella Davidson.
She had walked straight at him and her hands were now on his chest.
"What are you doing here, Mr Ray?" she said, in a sleepy voice. He tried to push her hand away from his blazer but she was falling onto him, more and more.
"I thought that you didn't like parties. Who invited you?" she spoke as her hands tucked at his black blazer and the white shirt underneath it. He tried to brush her off but she clung to him.
"Get off me!"
"When you look like this?" She smirked instead. "This extremely delicious, Mr Ray? I can't dare to let you go."
William had never seen someone this high before but now, as each word escaped Arabella's mouth, his fear for Eliza grew more and more. Reluctantly, he did what he didn't want to do.
He grabbed Arabella's shoulders and with a small 'sorry', gave her a push. She fell backwards, to the floor, where she passed out moments after. He sighed as he wondered how many of them would he have to shut up like that before he found Eliza.
It turned out to be none for he found her soon. She was lying in one dark corner of a room, curled up on a couch. Her phone was on the ground but that's not what shocked William. She wasn't wearing any top. She lied there in her bra and jeans, her feet bare and her shoes and clothes nowhere to be seen. William rushed towards her.
Her face was covered by the tangled mess of hair and her whole body was covered in sweat. For a second, he feared the worst but he dismissed those fears. He knelt close to her and put a hand on her arm in an attempt to shake her awake.
"Eliza?" He shook her slowly and she let out a painful groan.
She slowly opened her eyes, they scanned around the room and then stopped at his face.
"Papa?" she said, hope evident in her voice.
"No. It's me...William."
She stared at him for some time, blinking her eyes, and then, her red lips curled to a smile.
"William," she said, grinning. "You came."
"I'll always," he assured her as he picked up her phone from the floor and slipped it into his pocket.
His eyes then travelled around the room, looking for something to make Eliza wear. He spotted a blue T-shirt and quickly picked it up, leaving Eliza's side for a moment. He held her head as he helped her up to a sitting position. She was still grinning at him with her eyes closed.
"William," she said and William stilled when she leaned in and placed a sloppy kiss on his cheek, lingering for a moment too long at his jaw. His heart drummed loudly at the sudden intimacy of her affection.
"Eliza," he groaned as he made her let go of him to help her into the T-shirt.
"Look, William, you're blushing," she said and pinched his cheeks as he fought hard to hide his smile.
"C'mon, let's get you home."
"No," she said and he raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"I don't want to go." She pouted, once again lying down on the couch.
"Eliza, let's go," he said sternly. She was not in her right state and he needed to get her out of the madhouse. The place was reeking of danger at every step and it wouldn't be long before the loud music brought the cops there.
"But if we go home then you will stop talking to me again," she said and his eyes widened in surprise.
"Huh?" he managed to let out.
She grabbed at his blazer and pulled him, making him lose his balance and fall on top of her.
"Eliza..." he hissed, trying to pull away.
"William. Please," Eliza said. "I just want you to kiss me like you kissed your wife."
He panicked when she placed another kiss, this time on his neck, and he tried to pull away. He was successful as he got down from her but she didn't let go of his blazer.
"Eliza, you're not well. Let me take you home."
"If I go home then Papa will know," she said finally and he felt remorseful when he looked at her fear-stricken eyes.
"It's okay. He won't know."
"Promise?" She raised one frail little finger which shook mercilessly and brought it near his face.
"Promise," he said as he laced her little finger with his.
Eliza smiled and then stood up slowly. William didn't let go of her. She fell on his chest and he put one hand around her waist and let the other get under her knees. With little to no effort, she was up in his arms and her hands interlocked themselves around his neck. She nuzzled closer and he felt her hot breath on his neck. She weighed less than the last time and now he wanted to make sure that he helped her back to health. He wouldn't let her destroy herself like this.
With quick steps, he was out of the house with her in his arms. When they were out, the sound of the music lowered and he heard Eliza sigh with relief.
"This world is cruel, William. Please don't let it hurt me," she whispered against his skin.
"I'll never," William promised as he took her home.
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