Dimitri
I walked into my office and throw the coat on the chair.
I run my fingers through my hair.
What have I done?
Her face flashed back in front of my eyes again and again.
She was so scared and hurt.
I hurt her.
I hurt her again with my words.
I roughly throw a fist on the table.
I didn’t want to hurt her and that is why I tried to stay away from her as much as I can.
I ignored her after that incident.
I was confused, I didn’t know what to do, I was scared If I get near her I would hurt her again and I did it.
Anger was boiling inside me.
When I saw her looking at me from the stage with a terrifying look but a soft smile on her lips, expecting to receive some warmth from me I didn’t know what to do.
I thought maybe if I behave coldly with her she would choose to stay away from me and I would not be able to hurt her anymore.
But I end up hurting her more than ever.
She obviously hates me now.
But why it hurt me so much to accept that?
Isn’t it what I wanted?
I picked up my coat and walked out of the office.
I need to get some drinks.
I walked down the hall to the party arranged for the interns.
I went straight to the bar and quickly gulped down some alcohol.
I looked around the place but couldn’t see her.
She must have left.
Some of my employees came over to talk and soon her thought left my mind.
I was talking over the phone when I saw a girl dragging April in the hall.
What the hell?
She suddenly lifts a glass full of whiskey and forced the liquid in her mouth followed by another two glasses.
I clenched my jaw in anger.
Why isn’t she doing anything?
They pushed her hard on the shoulder, she stumbled back and sat down on the chair.
She looked too relaxed for what just happened to her.
The bartender smiled at her and passed another glass full of whiskey towards her.
That bustard.
She gulped that in one shot.
That’s enough.
I quickly ended the call and walked over to her.
She was about to lift up the glass I clasped her hand tightly stopping her from lifting it.
She tried to move my hand up but she is way too weak.
“Move” she mumbled looking at my hand.
Okay, she’s drunk.
When my hand didn’t budge she looked up to me.
“What are you doing?” I asked sternly.
“I am drinking this thing. Do you want one?” She mumbled out.
“This man right here…. She said pointing at the bartender he gave me this.”
“He is really good, you can ask him…”
“Wait……..”
“Hey….can you give another one of what you gave me to him?” she asked the bartender.
She doesn’t even know what she is drinking.
She looked back at me and tugged at my suit.
I looked at her.
She urged me to lower my head towards her.
I let out a sigh and lowered my head and came face to face with her.
She brought her lips close to my ear, I could feel her warm breath fanning against my skin and a sweet smell.
Her smell.
She tugged into my suit tightly
“You shouldn’t drink this it tastes so bad.”
A couldn’t help but smile at her.
What am I supposed to do with her?
I realized the bartender was still looking at us.
I hold her hand tightly and pulled her out of there.
We both got into the elevator.
I looked at her to see she was still staring at me.
Maybe this is the first time she actually looked into my eyes.
She let out a soft giggle.
“M-Mr. Martínez, you look cute when you smile.” she let out another giggle.
I looked at her surprised.
No one ever dared to call me cute before neither did I liked hearing it from anyone.
But now that she called me cute why do I feel like being called cute again and again?
“Why don’t you smile more?” She looked at me curiously seeking an answer.
“You are always a-angry and big and scary… you-you, scare me when you are angry.”
“B-but you are not scary now,” she said giving me a warm smile.
I looked at her not knowing what to answer.
The elevator came to a halt, we got out and head towards my car.
“Get in, I’ll drop you home.”
“Nooo.,” she yelled pouting.
“I don’t wanna go home, I wanna stay.”
“I said get inside”
“No” she yelled and sat down on the floor pouting.
What did I get myself into?
Huh…. I let out a small sigh.
"Okay fine, we’ll go somewhere else."
Her face brightened up
“Okayyyyyyy.”
She said in a singing voice and quickly got in.
I let out a laugh.
It’s really easy to trick her.
“Where are we going?” she asked jumping in her seat.
“Are we going to eat something?”
“Are you hungry?” I asked her.
“Yesssssss.”
“What do you want to eat?”
“Um….let me think.”
She put a finger under her chin and focused on thinking.
I chuckled looking at her. Cute.
She finally gave up after thinking for a long time.
She moved in her seat, tilted her head to rest on her side, and faced me.
“I don’t know, there are so many things to eat it’s confusing.”
“What do you want to eat Mr. Martínez?”
I looked ahead to see a pizza place.
“How about pizza?”
“Oh… I love pizza,” she said excitedly.
I quickly parked the car.
“You wait in the car I’ll bring the pizza.”
“Okay,” she said giggling.
I returned with pizza.
“Here.”
She gave me a small nod the excitement from her face was gone.
She started eating quietly.
“Mr. Martínez do you hate me?” she asked all of a sudden.
“Why do you hate me so much?” a strand of tear rolled her cheeks.
She thought I hate her?
She has enough reason to think that, doesn’t she?
The voice within me said.
“I do not hate you April,” I said softly.
“Then why do you hurt me?” she said sobbing.
I felt a deep ache in my heart.
“Why do you treat me like he does?” a frown appeared on my face.
Who is she talking about?
Is it the person who created those scars?
I clenched my hand tightly my knuckles going white.
“He hurts me too.”
“He says because of me everything is ruined.”
“He says I am worthless, stupid, and good for nothing.”
She sobs again
“He said….He-he said I should die.”
Tear roll down her cheeks.
“I-I….” she let out a small hiccup.
“I…. tried to do it”
“b-but…. I couldn’t”
“I was scared.”
Her words tore me apart the from inside.
I finally asked her the question I wanted to so bad for so long
“Is that how you got hurt on your hand?”
She didn’t answer.
At that moment I just wanted to hold her close to me give her all the love and warmth she deserved.
I slowly took the box out of her hand.
“Look at me,” I said as softly as possible.
She hesitated for a moment but slowly look at me.
Her cheeks tainted with tears, her cheeks and nose red from all the crying.
“I will never hurt you ever again, I promise.”
Deep within me I promised myself I would never hurt her again, I would try to give her everything she deserves.
I promised myself that I would heal her every scar every bit of pain.
I promised myself I would treat her the way she deserves to be treated with love and respect.
Deep within me, I confessed that I was in love with her.
I was in love again with another April.
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