Malicious Romance

Chapter 39

She glared sharply at his back, while she asked in a shaky voice. "Why is nobody telling me anything? My father is my father. You are you. Why does everyone kept dragging me into a mess that I have no clue about?"

All of a sudden, Dean raised his voice, "I don't know too!" He turned quickly to stare at her with his teary eyes as he lowered his voice. "I don't know if you are pretending to be dumb or what, but let me tell you. Your father took my mother away from me. My life has been a mistake all along because of your beloved father. Everyone kept leaving me because of your damn father!" He walked towards Giselle, immediately, before he grabbed her arms with full force. He opened his mouth with the intention of yelling, but there were no words coming out. He tightened his grips as he stared deeply into her eyes.

Giselle's teary eyes widened in shock after hearing his words. She didn't want to believe that what he had said was true. Meanwhile, her childhood memories began to recall, she came to realized that her father was never loving her mother. They were married to each other for benefits. Out of anyone, why did her father had to love Dean's mother? Her world froze in one split second as she looked at Dean, who was shedding his tears in front of her. Now, she understood the reason why he had always tried to act coldly towards her. 

Her trembling lips whispered loudly when she saw the fire was burning hard in his gaze. "I'm sorry. I am not doing this on purpose-"

Dean shook her body slightly as he cuts her off, "Your apology doesn't make anything better. What your father had done to my life is unforgivable. Do you know how hard it is for me to just look at you? I told myself to not be deceived by that bastard's daughter every day and night. And then, what? I ended up saving you, over and over again. I could've killed your father with just one bullet, but my dumbass didn't do it. I don't know what had changed me. I don't know why I even hesitated..." 

Giselle's heart fluttered faster at his words. His teary eyes, that were staring at hers, looked confused and lost. It was as if he was trying to hold back as much as he could. Hearing his story, she felt her heart aching. He grew up knowing that his mother had him with a man that she never loved. He acted tough as if he never needed anyone by his side. His flaming gaze held a cold emptiness inside of him. She felt like she could see through him whenever she locked her eyes with his. Slowly, she raised her hand up to touch his face. 

Wouldn't it be a lot of pain to find out that you were never needed? All of your life was a mistake to the one who gave birth to you. I want to tell you, that I too was never needed. My parents had never loved each other. My father, the man you hate, had never enjoyed his life either. He had to marry a woman, who he doesn't love. I am sorry, that I am his daughter. What can I do now that my heart is only beat for you? What can I do to make you forget and forgive my father?

She pondered as she wiped his tear away with her thumb gently. "I am sorry..."

Dean blinked slowly to let his tears escaped from his eyes. He tightened his grips around her arms as he replied through his trembling lips. "Stop saying sorry. Stop confusing me with your fake kindness." He pushed her a little and then turned to walk away.

Giselle ran to hug him from behind quickly as she tried to explain herself. "I am sorry, Dean. Listen to me, please. I have nothing to do with my father. I am sorry." She apologized. She didn't know why, but she didn't want him to leave her. Knowing that it would be hard for Dean to forgive her father, she felt like her heart had shattered to pieces. It was too late to stop her feeling. It was too late to tell her to not worry about him. She couldn't stand and watch him getting hurts all by himself. He always acted tough, but she knew that the mask he was wearing was never his true form. She could see through his eyes and hear through his voice, that he was desperately needing someone to rely on. 

His tears became dried, while he swallowed hard when he felt her grip tightened around his waist. "Why does it matter to me, whether you have anything to do with your father or not?" Removing her hands off, he turned to look at her quickly. "What's the difference is it going to make?"

Giselle felt confused. She stared at him for a couple of seconds before she replied, "I don't want you to misunderstand me. I don't know why I cared and worried about you. Sometimes, you acted as if you wanted me, but sometimes, you just kept pushing me away like I am a stranger. I don't understand." She paused as she realized that everything he had done towards her could've been apart of his plan to just get back at her father. She gulped and then decided to ask. "Were you just using me to get back at my father? Was that the reason why you did what you did to me that night?"

Dean furrowed his brows and then responded. "Yes, so what? It would be even better if your father finds out that I raped you." 

As soon as she heard his words, she felt like her heart was broken even more. How could he say that to her? She tried so hard to make him understand, but he seemed to not get what she was trying to tell him. His words were so hurtful. It made her felt so worthless. She was not anyone's toy. She had her own values and pride. How could he say such a thing to her, so heartlessly, as if everything was nothing to him? How could he look down on her as if she doesn't have any feelings?

A slap landed on his face before he could continue. For a second, Dean didn't know what he was saying. He felt like what came out of his mouth wasn't the same as what his heart wanted him to say. Biting his bottom lip, he turned to pull her waist towards him with his left arm. He raised his right hand up to grab her face as he forced a kiss on her lips. 

He didn't know why he did it. Apart from him was desperately wanting her while another part didn't want her in his life. He was afraid that one day, he would end up losing her like how he had lost his mother, his father, and his two bodyguards. He couldn't bear losing anyone anymore. The only way he could do to prevent him from losing was to stop trying to have what was never his.

She screamed against his lips as she struggled to push his arms away. She didn't want to touch his wound because she knew that it would hurt him. After a couple of seconds, Dean leaned back to shot her a deadly glare. 

Giselle cried as she said, "If that was all you could think of, then there is no more reason for me to try to explain to you. No matter how much I've tried to show you that I cared and worried, I feel like you'll never going to acknowledge it. I came in here because I saw you earlier, losing your mind while you tried to run out of the hospital. I never forget the first time we met, so I thought you were afraid of the hospital. I was just trying to comfort you, by checking up on you, to see if you were okay. I feel like everything I've done for you is nothing. All you could think of was me being my father's object. I don't understand why everyone is labeling me wrong. I am sick and tired of getting accused of something I have never done!"

Dean was left speechless. He fell a few steps back when she pushed him away. He questioned himself if what he had said was wrong. He didn't understand why he felt like there was something pinching his heart. What was it that he wants? He reached his hand out, immediately, to grab her before she could run away.

Did I go too far? I tried to make her hate me so that she doesn't get involved with a person like me. If what she said is true, it is better for her to stay away from me. I am full of anxiety the more I get closer to her. The only way I can do to protect her is to not let her walk into my life. I don't know what I will do if my father decided to take her away from me. I don't know if I can even hold myself back. What is this feeling? Why am I so desperate of wanting her? I feel like I am going crazy. What is it that I want? 

Taking a step towards Giselle, Dean wrapped his arm around her small waist. He closed his eyes as he tilted his head against her gently. Even though his chest wound was hurting him when he was embracing her, he still didn't let her go.

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