When with a jolt I opened my eyes, bit by bit things started to settle in. I looked around to square my surroundings and found myself in Aoran's room. I licked my lips and stretched my neck a little.
My breath ragged when I recalled the same incident which triggered my commemoration when I saw the same guy at the restaurant whom I knew from before. And then, everything became so clear to me, as if I always knew what it was. I knew my existence. I remembered everything, everyfuckingthing!
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Random events from the past danced in my head as I made my way toward the dressing mirror. I felt fatigued from within but something inside me yearned for my sugar daddy so much more. The feeling was so superior that his absenteeism was hurting me substantially.
"Ursula!" I turned my head upon hearing a familiar name.
Finally, I was placated after looking at his striking face. It felt like my heart would burst out with glee. He had promised me that he would come back. He had kept his promise. My limbs started trembling as I experienced a vast nostalgia.
"Why did you get up? You should have called me if you wanted something." He rushed to me immediately. I couldn't stop gazing at him. Though he looked a little different it didn't matter to me. I was over the moon that he came. I knew now that I was a priority to him. I pulled him into a passionate kiss which he returned eagerly.
"How are you feeling?" He asked embracing me lightly. I nodded my head and pulled up a smile. "I am better." He made me sit on his bed and stoop on his knees in front of me. It felt like I was on top of the world.
"You're not going anywhere without me again." He said which kind of confused me. What was he talking about? But then my eyes landed on the wrinkle near his right eye. I frowned in a muddle.
"How did you get this wrinkle?" I asked.
Few creases appeared on his forehead and he gave me an ambiguous look. "It's been there for a long time now. You never saw it?" He frowned.
"No, it wasn't there a few hours ago," I said. I unmistakeably remembered that he had gone to see his grandie and had asked me to get ready for our date in the evening. I lost track of time and dozed off.
I saw few strands on his head that were grey which confused me again. "Is it a side effect from your medicines?" I asked.
He looked at me with a deep frown and said, "What are you talking about?"
"I mean this wrinkle wasn't there when we had sex in the shower couple of hours ago. And your hair is also turning grey." I told him.
"What are you talking about? We never had sex in the shower. It can be risky." He chuckled. "We've been fucking here." He patted his bed. "For almost four months now." He whispered seductively. His words puzzled me even more.
"But I just came eighteen days ago and you came out of the hospital three days ago," I replied.
"Okay! Enough of kidding. I didn't come out of any hospital." He said and placed a small peck on my palm.
"Are the medicines affecting your memory too? We fucked in the bathroom before you rushed out in hurry to see your grandie. And you ate shrimps which were why you were in the hospital." I held his hand tightly. He just stared at me for a couple of minutes and then let out a huge groan.
"I'm tired. Let's sleep and you need to sleep too. And next time I won't like it if you don't eat properly." He said and got up. I kept looking at him as he removed his shirt and unbuckled his belt. He looked so perfect and ravishing that he became a distraction to me. He came next to me and the fear in my heart kept budding more and more. I had still not talked to him. I had to talk.
"Come here." He pulled my hand to sleep next to him. With a heavy heart, I laid next to him. I inhaled in his scent. "Did you change your cologne?" I asked. He grumbled indicating it was a 'no'.
"It's not Attar." I said.
"I am using this one for a long time now." He replied.
"No, it's different. It's not Attar." I raised my voice, battered at the fact that he was dishonest to me.
He opened his snoozing eyes and looked at me. His forehead creased as he cupped my face and looked into my eyes for long.
"What's wrong?" He asked. My eyes welled up slightly which made him open his eyes fully and look at me wholly.
"Are you in pain? What happened? Tell me." He asked.
"I need to tell you something," I said. He nodded, moved even closer to me, and took my lips between his. I closed my eyes as I felt his soft lips biting mine. I felt a tremor run down my spine when his hand touched my buttcheek. I gasped and pulled away casually when I felt his more than ready python on my thigh.
"I need to talk to you." I breathed out.
He pressed his lips together and touched my hair, eyeing me fondly. "I am all ears."
I inhaled in sharply and gathered in much needed confidence which I was always looking for. I gulped in and looked at his handsome face. He raised his eyebrow at me questioningly.
"We have a kid together," I said with a big sigh.
He had a trivial smile on his lips and then shook his head. I had just told him that we had a kid together and he didn't counter? He fought with me last night about having kids.
"What do you want to tell me?" He asked again.
"That we have a daughter together. She'll turn six months in the next few days. We have to fly to Phoenix tomorrow morning. You've promised me." I told him. His expressions changed at that and he gave me a categorically sharp look that I was expecting before.
"Go to sleep." He almost commanded in a formidable tone and turned his back toward me.
"Aoran!" I shook his shoulder and forced him to look at me. I didn't find the chain which had my thread on his neck. "Where is your chain?" I asked, touching his neck.
"What are you talking about?" He frowned and pushed my hand away.
"The chain with vibrant thread. You told me that you had stolen it from a girl in San Francisco." His jaw clenched as he glared at me. "Stop it, Ursula. I'm getting what you are trying to do. Just stop." He said through gritted teeth.
"Ursula?" I couldn't believe that he called me with another woman's name. "Who's Ursula?" I cried out.
He inhaled sharply and got up. I looked at him walking to his closet. He came out with a shirt on and was about to go out when I stopped him. "Aoran, who is Ursula?"
He turned around and looked at me with rage evident in his eyes. "I don't like it, Ursula. You are touching the wrong nerve. I said stop it."
"I'm not Ursula. I'm Erin." I shouted, battered at the fact that he didn't even remember my name. "I'm the same person whose thread you stole. I have wanted to tell you for so long." I reached out to him.
He didn't react or budge from his place but as soon as I tried to hold his hand, he jerked it off. He held me tightly by my neck and turned my head to what seemed like a huge wall painting of mine which wasn't here a couple of hours ago.
"She's Erin." He pointed to my painting and looked at my face emotionlessly and then almost dragged me to the dressing mirror. "Do you look like her even a bit?" He shouted at me. I shuddered at his huge fuming voice and my heart trembled in anxiety when I found a medium height chubby pregnant woman staring back at me with tears in her eyes. She didn't look like me but I knew that woman but processing all of it all together was too much for my rationality.
"Aoran, I'm not-" He didn't even let me finish when I heard the shattering of flower vase just a two-yard away from me.
"Stop fucking with my head, Ursula. I do not like this prank." He yelled at me.
"It's not a prank." As soon as I said that he threw the paperweight on the dressing mirror which crashed startling me. Tears started to fall down my eyes and then I started howling. He inhaled in abruptly and ran his hand all over his face. He stood at a distance looking so detached and stared at me.
I looked around myself and the whole floor was full of small shattered glasses. "What are you doing?" I shrieked at him, wiping my tears.
He stared at me for a long and came to me in a big step only to pick me up and take me to his bed. He laid me down slowly and breathed comprehensively. I could not believe what conduct he just showed me. He was never so short-tempered. How did he change so much?
"Shush! Stop crying!" He held my hand and leaned closer to me. "I'm sorry. I will not do it again. Don't ever try to do that." He pecked my lips making me cry even more.
"You can't recognize me? You forgot me so soon?" I touched his handsome face.
"Ursula, no, please! Don't make me lose it again. I love you, okay! Erin's dead. Erin was way too sturdy to raise a child without me. She didn't even think of enlightening me about Hazel. You aren't like her. I love how you make me feel like a man who is needed. She ran away from me but you ran away for me. I love you. You don't have to compare with her. You don't have to be like her even a bit for me to like you. I love you for who you are." He said, looking deep into my eyes.
"Erin died?" I asked him.
He looked at me for long without blinking which was when something stuck in my memory. I closed my eyes when I recalled Leo attacking my throat. I recalled lying there for what felt like hours of torture and after enduring excruciation for so long, I felt myself being lifted up. Minutes later I heard his voice full of anxiety.
I opened my eyes and looked at his worrisome face. I smiled. "I had told you that I'd come back. I came back. Now, you can't even recognize me." I touched his stubble. His mouth parted to say something but he swallowed his words back.
"Stop it. She died long back."
"How?" I asked.
"In an accident. Now, please, shut up." He gave me a sharp look.
"It wasn't an accident. I was killed." I told him. He shook his head thinking I was talking all bullshit. "Leo, your cousin's boyfriend, stabbed my throat with a wooden stake. He was the one in that royal blue lorry." I said to him.
His eyebrows wiggled as he exhaled loudly. "Leo was in prison. The lorry guy who was responsible for her death died in prison while interrogation." He said to me.
"You make no sense, Ursula." He got up with a jerk and held his head between his hands. I remembered I had dreamt about Leo a lot of times. Slowly, everything settled in bit by bit. I recalled everything that happened today.
"I'm not lying, Aoran. I had seen Leo before. He comes in my dreams. He always chases me. I swear I had never seen him out of my dreams. I fainted when I saw him today." I got up and carefully walked to my study table. I ruffled through my books.
"What are you doing?" He asked with an irritated tone.
I found Leo's sketch. I rushed back to him and showed him that sketch. "See, Levi drew it when I told him about my dreams. Leo killed me."
He threw the sketch and looked at me firmly. "I don't like this, Ursula. What you are stating is impossible." He shouted at me.
He looked so distressed as he sat on the couch. Moments later I heard him sniffing. I went to him and embraced him. "You have to believe me, Aoran. I'm not lying."
"Don't mock my love. I really don't believe you."
*** To Be Continued ***
Hey! Long time, no see!
Well a lot of things happened after my exams got over. I got my very first job and I joined too. So far, I am loving it. I needed some time to settle well with everything, now that I am good, here's an update for you.
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