Chapter 8

Nathan’s POV

Being all confused and restless, I got out to get some fresh air. The more my engagement date was getting nearer, the more I was getting restless.

Besides all this, my mind was occupied with the thought of Amelia to the extent that I wasn’t being able to get her out of it.

My thought got interrupted when I got to hear a horn. A car was getting parked in its specific place and I saw Katrina getting out of it.

I was about to leave as I didn’t want to talk to her. Not now at least and took some steps towards the entrance but got stopped when I heard her muttering, “You bitch, what did you do to my dress?”

I turned to her being confused about who was she talking about all this and then saw it.

She slapped Amelia. I forwarded towards her immediately only to find her raising her hand again.

Getting in between, I held her hand as I got uttering, “What’s wrong with you? Have you lost it?”

Katrina spoke up, “Look, what she did to my dress!” pointing at her dress. It looked somewhat bluish or something. I got what must have happened but without bothering that, I asked her, “Where are you coming from at this time?”

“I went to meet my friends and she just ruined it.”

She again pointed her finger towards Amelia. I turned to Amelia only to find her giving Katrina an utterly shocked look.

She tried to say something but I stopped her and got uttering, “You go to your room.”

She again tried to utter, “Listen”

But Katrina stopped her this time, “Didn't you hear it, you maid? Just go from here before I”

I got uttering again, “Enough Katrina.” and turned to Amelia again and spoke up, “Amelia, you go.”

She left this time and I faced Katrina again, “What’s your problem actually? Can’t you talk normally to her? If you were out to meet your friend, what’s the use of taking her with you?”

Katrina made an irritated face and uttered, “You are really going on arguing with me for that maid? Like seriously! What the hell is wrong with you, Nathan?”

Having enough, I got uttering, “It’s Amelia. Why do you keep calling her by maid? She is a human being like you.”

Katrina looked utterly pissed off, “Are you seriously comparing that maid with me! With Me!”

I spoke up in annoyance, “You will never change.” and left from there.

That night I passed sitting by the window looking at the sea and the sky, clear and filled with stars.

Actually, I was waiting for Amelia to get to the sea beach. It wasn't for something specific but all I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to whether she was okay.

It had been just a few days since I met her but I was melting for her.

I was getting weak for her but what about her? I wondered.

While waiting for her, I fell asleep on the chair at some point.

When I opened my eyes, it was already morning. Getting freshen up, I got downstairs. My eyes wandered all around the living room in search of the specific one but got disappointed.

Then her voice came to my hearing. It was barely audible but I was sure it was her.

I turned only to see her in tears as she was descending the stairs and muttering something to herself, her hair somewhat disheveled.

I got in front of her. She glanced at me for once and then forwarded towards the kitchen passing me before I could say something.

I uttered her name but she didn’t stop. I found Mom getting downstairs. Thinking of something, I forwarded towards my room uttering, “Amelia, bring me a coffee.”

I got into my room and started pacing all around.

Why is she tolerating all this? I wondered.

She should have left from a place like this.

After some time, I heard her voice, “Sir, here is your coffee.”

She was about to leave but I stopped her, “Wait.”

I got forward and locked the door and then again turned to her. She was standing there, looking at me being utterly shocked.

She got uttering, “Why did you?” I didn’t let her complete and spoke up, “What’s the matter?”

She looked down as she shook her head and uttered, “Nothing.”

I stood in front of her and spoke up, “You are not going to get out of this room until you spill out the matter.”

She tried to say, “Sir, it’s really nothing. Please let me go.”

I took steps towards her only to get her taking steps back and uttered, “Speak up.”

She looked like she was hesitating to say something. Finally, she spoke up after some moments, “Katrina might not think herself committed to you.” as her head was down.

It wasn’t anything shocking to me. It was just a confirmation that Katrina didn't change as I knew her for a long back.

I gave my consent as I thought I would never get someone who would love me. I mean my own parents don’t love me then how can I expect it from others!

I thought it was my destiny.

I kept staring at her as all these kept going on in my mind. When she looked at me, I uttered solemnly, “It's not like I don’t believe you. I am just confused about you.”

She might have thought that I was doubting her as she spoke up again, “Mr. Edward, I am telling you the truth only.”

I kept staring at her concerned face for a few moments. I was happy deep inside as I felt the concern was for me.

I knew she was telling the truth but with the way she addressed me, I couldn’t help uttering, “Who am I to you that you are worrying for me?”

She got all silent as expected.

I took a step ahead and added, “Answer me, Amelia? Why are you worrying about me? What is it to you if she cheats on me or if I won't be happy with her?”

I gave her a pleading look to say something at least but no..

She kept all silent.

I got uttering then, “You know what? You don’t have to worry about me like this. I was happy like this so far and likewise, I will make it in the future too. You can go now.”

I thought she would leave but no. She stood in her place. I got confused and was about to say something but she got uttering, “We can’t be together, Nathan. With the mountain between us, we can’t be together.”

I saw a ray of hope in her word. I tried to utter, “Do you believe me? Can you” only to get stopped hearing a knock.

We turned towards the door getting all startled. Again a knock at the door got into our hearing as well as a voice uttering my name, “Nathan?”