Juliette's point of view... "Who is number Six, here?" I heard a dude's voice echoing through my surroundings and I literally wanted to sneak inside the ground, not to be found by anyone. "Six...! I think it was someone here...!" another one helped him out and pointed in my direction. Shit man...! There is no escape...! Taking a long breath, I was about to turn around to surrender to whoever was my dance date for the day but suddenly I felt someone grab my hand from beside me. I jerked pulling my hand back immediately, it was dark, and though the disco lights were flashing, it wasn't enough to see their faces clearly and not to tell, those weird masks that everyone was wearing were way out of reach even to guess. I tried to identify the one who grabbed my hand but before I could strain myself, Scarlett let out a whisper, "Don't move Juli, it's me" I released the air stuck inside my lungs, but she added something that made my mind stir for once. "Don't you dare turn around, it'
Richard's point of view... "Let me drop you" I offered grabbing her hand. Her eyebrows creased showing her indifference. I clearly know that I must not get involved in thd matters of these youngsters but I am helpless. I don't know why I had been restless because of this little girl. I smack my thoughts away every time but end up staring at that girl again. What the hell is wrong with me? Did she bewitch me? It was clearly written on his face that the boy had other intentions for this stupid girl and his girlfriend was cooking up plans to hurt her yet she wanted to go with him. Unbelievable...! I wanted to ignore her so badly, thinking that I don't give her a damn but...! Ugh...! "We can drop you" I mumbled again before she brushed my hand off. I clenched my fist unknowingly as the jaws almost gritted my teeth to half. I do have a lot of patience, but once getting angry, I am obviously not good at holding my anger back. I tried my level best to control myself but she was ge
Juliette's point of view... His hands were too warm to ignore, sliding down my waist. Despite the dress covering it, I felt like my skin was burning at every inch that he touched. I was tender to his touch as if submitting to him though reluctant. I don't have any idea if it was because he was drunk or anything else but he was burning inside out. I can sense his warm breath on my face and neck when he exhaled closer to me. That was driving me crazy. I tilted my head looking at others, just not to get carried away. I have heard from other girls that they have the urge to kiss someone before them uncontrollably sometimes, I used to think they were mad to say so but...! I understand them now because I wanted to taste his lips right now. Was that wine he drank, sweet? Though I never felt it before, not for anyone, my skin is itching so much. I want to press my lips on his. Is that normal or am I sick? His eyes had been staring at me without a blink, sometimes at my cheeks and somet
Juliette's point of view... My heart skipped a beat whenever Richard whisked me away and pulled me back with a jerk, his hands claiming my waist like he possessed and the crazy part was, our faces were so close that his breath played a tingling sensation on mine. I had been foreseeing the next round of the game. Paper dance. Just the thought of dancing with his body attached to me gave me butterflies in my stomach. "But...wait...! You can't get carried away. Though he is drunk, you can't do anything beyond your limitations. He is forbidden, Juliette, he is not meant for you. It's just a dance" I had been repeating these words in my mind continuously, more than a hundred times already. Still, I annoyingly smiled when I saw him staring at me. It was magical. Though for him it was merely a simple dance, for me it was a heavenly experience. I was flying in the extreme cloud when soon a disaster happened. Mr. Richard swirled me as a beat of music demanded. It wasn't just me alone, a
Juliette's point of view... The dance wrapped up with a shocking end that we won the competition but still, Mr. Richard had no intention of leaving my thighs. His hands still spread on my thighs as if I belonged to him. "Mr. Richard let me down" I gritted as it felt embarrassing for me. Everyone was staring at us with their piercing gazes. I was hugging him around his shoulders and my legs wrapped around his waist. It was clearly an uncomfortable position to be at everyone's attention. Though we won, this thing was more embarrassing than losing the competition. Even when the sounds of clapping subsided, he didn't put me down but rather he walked out so fast with his long legs avoiding the focus light before the main lights were switched on.Confused I wondered if he just got carried away. I mean, he is drunk and I think, he lost his mind completely. That dance could have aroused any man and he might be still on that kind of thing. "Mr. Richard... Hold on your horses...!" I yelle
Author's point of view... "She is mine" Erick demanded and the land beneath Juliette's foot slid away. All of her mind was filled only with one thing, fear. A fear that she could never explain. A fear that slowly started inside her heart and traveled all across her body. Juliette's chain of thoughts was broken up by the sound of a scream as Nathan was pushed to the ground. "No stop...!" Juliette yelled getting down from the car. Erick and his men were hitting him ruthlessly. A man grabbed Scarlett's face and instructed her to stop screaming. He pulled her out without mercy and dragged her to one of the bikes parked in the middle of the road. "Wait, where exactly are you going to take her?" Juliette asked running behind them but was stopped by another one of them.The man spat back at her with a brusque response, "Of course, to enjoy...""No please leave us?" Scarlett pleaded with trepidation, tears cascaded down her eyes without stopping.The man snarled in response, "You better
Juliette's point of view... I was devastated. Just as I was on the brink of losing everything, a hero came into the frame and saved the damsel. I never thought I would be saved. The moment that mysterious warrior walked closer I knew it was him. Despite the fear that engraved my existence, I knew it was him. Not because of his appearance, not because of the soothing cologne he has, I don't know how but I knew it was him. "Mr... Richard..." I mumbled and at that particular moment, I wanted to hug him as tight as I could. But...! I couldn't. I resisted the urge to get close to him but before I could control it further, he pulled me in a tight embrace and I was like melting in his arms. "It's okay, you are safe now" he patted my back as if I were a terrified infant and for that moment I was indeed like a terrified kid."Just stay here" he made me stand properly while getting back to those goons. He effortlessly hit all those bastards' asses and strode back to me. My dress was to
Juliette's point of view... It's just a kiss, right? I wanted to give in. He made me sit on the footwear drawer next to the door. It was a bit higher and sitting on it gave me the perfect height needed to kiss him. I thought maybe he noticed it too. I closed my eyes as he stood up, raising my chin a bit. Isn't it the right style to kiss someone? I gulped down the lump formed in my throat as that damn nervousness was churning inside my gutt. Something was really off about me today, I even felt a slight pain in my gutt because of that nervousness. What the hell...! Is it that hard to get kissed by someone, I mean, I didn't feel any of this when that boy, Danny stole my kiss that day. Then why is this happening tonight? I rested both my hands on either side of my butt, anticipating that I might hold his silky blonde hair when he kisses but soon a jerk woke me up from my dreams. His hands slid towards my waist on the hoodie that I had been wearing all this time. I froze but didn'
The ground was bustling with almost all the students from the school and the University. Richard took Juliette towards the ground and made her sit at one of the safest corners. Juliette never expected that Richard would bring her here. Soon Scarlett and Lissa joined her. The game began and it was then that Juliette spotted a known figure among the players. "Richard..." she exclaimed in shock to find Richard joining the team. "What was going on? Why is he there?" she mumbled to herself and stared at the ground puzzled. The refry whistled and the ball was tossed. Though it was the university guys to grabbed the ball first, it didn't take a minute for Richard to snatch the ball and throw it in the basket. "Wow...! That was the fastest basket that I had ever seen in this game" the commentator announced excitedly. Juliette felt a strange pride in her heart. When she looked up, Richard saw her in her direction which made her heart flutter. The whistle started the game again and Richard
Juliette's point of view... Though Logan managed to hit the break right on time, the car collided with the truck and stopped. I bumped into the deck that raised a strong pain in my head and gradually, lost consciousness for quite a while. When I finally got my senses back, I saw we were still in the car. Nobody cared if we were alive. I quickly check on Logan. He looked fine as the car was not damaged that bad but when I tried to wake him up, I was dumpfonded. His forehead was bleeding so much. I searched for my phone and called Harway right away. I struggled a lot to stop his wound from bleeding, while waiting for the ambulance. Soln Harway showed up with an ambiance following him. On the way to the hospital, I was still in a maze. My hands were still trembling. Seeing my condition, Harway reassured me that Logan will be fine. With the help of the staff, he took Logan on a stretcher and carried him to the Emergency Wing. I sat outside in the waiting area and started praying to
Author's point of view... "How about having fun with us...!" the man sneered and Juliette's heart skipped a beat as she quickened her pace, hoping to slip by unnoticed. But the menacing laughter that followed her every step told her she wasn't going to be let off that easily."Hey, sweetheart, where do you think you're going?" one of the guys called out, his voice dripping with malice. The alley was dark with almost no street lights nearby. The light from far away was barely enough to point out any moving creature in that way. That man switched on his phone light and focused on Juliette. The others followed him on their bikes, focusing their headlights on her as well. Juliett's pulse quickened, her mind racing for an escape route. She was like a deer caught amid city lights. Panicked. Terrified. She wanted to scream for help but being an isolated alley, it was doubtful if anyone could hear her. Yet she didn't want to give in, but before she could react, a voice cut through the an
Author's point of view... Both of them stood before the bed staring at it as a battlefield that was waiting for them. The bed in Richard's room was hardly sufficient for one person to sleep comfortably. Juliette swallowed hard at the thought of lying beside him. She awkwardly stole glances at him thinking that it was exactly like stepping on a triggered explosion. The burning sensation of her cheeks grew worse but Richard's condition stopped her from making any discussion. She strode towards the bed and grabbed a blanket to roll it and place it on the bed as a wall between them. They both lay down quietly. Her fragile body hardly covered one-fourth of the bed but no matter how long they tried, they couldn't sleep a wink. After twisting and tossing on the bed for a few minutes, Ricard finally started a conversation. "Juliette, is this necessary?" he removed the blanket slowly from the middle and Juliette jerked sitting up on the bed. "Yes...it is" She tried to snatch it back but
Juliette's point of view... "Miss... Miss Alissa" I greeted her trying to get up but she smirked pushing me back. "Juliette, right! I will remember you" I saw Alissa looking at me menacingly then she walked passing by, deliberately stepping on my hand. "Hey...!" I hissed in pain but she didn't see back. That woman is really something. I entered the class rubbing my hand and sat on my place. Lissa instantly turned around to ask me, "Jul, why was Miss Grey asking for you? Did you meet her just now?"Miss Grey...! So she was the new teacher they were all talking about. Beautiful and flirting with boys on the very first day...! I wonder what kind of a woman she is. Few more classes gone by at ease but before the long bell, an attendee walked in from the room and called my name. He said that Miss Grey wanted to see me in her office. I was not in the mood to face that woman at all but the man before me said that she just wanted to give me some materials about the class I missed toda
Juliette's point of view... The way he was staring at me, with his eyes narrowed and his forehead all creased, I thought he would shout at me or even worse. A fear crept into my heart when I slowly hung my head.Did I do something wrong? He stepped forward and I stepped back immediately. The temperature in the room seemed to be dropping every second. I was shivering inside out. "What do you take me for? Where did you get this money?" he asked in his husky voice but in a chilled tone. I gulped down to wet my throat before answering him. "I...I...sold my chain..." I stuttered and closed my eyes. He was very angry. I couldn't help but feel the anxiety building up inside me. But soon I felt his hand over mine, the one that I had extended towards him and opened my eyes. He kept a few more notes on top of that envelope. "Return the money to your friend and get back your chain, today" he said domineeringly and I looked up at him completely blank. "But..." I wanted to tell him that I d
Juliette's point of view... We reached his office and that shameless woman was still waiting for him inside, sitting on his chair. I sheepishly stood aside peeking at that woman. What an indecent creature...!!"Richard you are back..." she instantly stood up with a smile across her face but as she saw me, her smile faded away instantly."Richard..." she called so intimately, they look so close, "Why did you bring that kid back here?" she asked as her eyes rolled over me in disdain, stopping straight at our hands, still binding together.I twisted my wrist to free myself. Richard turned around and grabbed my wrist again while closing the door behind us."Miss Alissa Grey," he turned around and called that woman's name, "I want you to meet my wife, Mrs. Juliette Solomon" he pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around me so intimately. A cold shiver run down my spine. I wiggled trying to free myself but he leaned closer and whispered. "Stop resisting or I will kiss you right before
Juliette's point of view... Even when Mr. Thompson was taking classes, my mind was swirling in a whirlwind of thoughts. Clutching the notes bundle in my hand, I recalled what that shop owner said. Richard was so much worried and was reluctant to remove that ring from his hand. I couldn't understand where to keep him, in the good side or the bad side. What is he in reality? The man who wanted to help me or a pervert who brought a woman to home? Where should I count him!! As I thought about it, if he did want to help me, why didn't he gave me the money directly? He didn't pay it directly but instead he asked Mr. Thompson to do it, just why? I am not the idiot that he thinks I am. He might be having ulterior motives behind his deeds. Fine, I won't accept his help, anyway. During the lunch hour, I strode towards his office to return the money I owed him but as I opened the door of his room, I was dumbfounded. He was crouching before a woman with his hands on her thighs and that w
Juliette's point of view... When Richard dropped me near the intersection, I saw Nathan and Scarlet waiting for me before the cafe. I initially planned to tell Richard everything about the money I needed but after hearing his mother scolding him, I was clear about one thing he himself was in short of cash, what would he possibly do to help me? I wish I was a Cinderella and he was my prince charming or at least a hidden billionaire or something like that. But...! Fictions are fiction and reality sucks. He was just a normal man with a low bank balance who could not help me right now with my situation. I called Scarlett earlier to ask her to accompany me to the pawn shop as that was my only way out. I needed the money so badly and as my family was not responding, I had no other choice but to pawn the only precious thing with me, my platinum chain. It was a gift from Mom when I stood first in my tenth standard. I never wanted to lose it but today I am hopeless. Though I called Scar