Chapter 2: Past Intruder

Someone suddenly wrapped a strong muscular arm around me from behind and the other hand’s palm covered my mouth preventing me from making any noise. I panicked and started throwing punches, elbowed the stranger in the ribs and he groaned in pain and his grip loosened. I jumped away from him and ran into the closet, locking the door shut. My eyes were wide from shock and horror of the situation because he could be anyone… a rapist, a robber, a murderer or… I don’t know but suddenly I felt dizzy and sat down on the floor, still trying to process whatever happened a while ago!!

“Bell…. It’s me…. Open the door, please. I’m sorry that I scared you but I want to surprise you, dolcezza.” His voice, which I can recognize among zillions, made my heart stop for a second.

“Isabella baby, are you listening to me? I know I scared you off but I’m apologizing…. Please come out now?” I didn’t understand whether it was a statement, command, plead or order but a wave of hot anger burst through my veins as the last 4 years revolved in front of my eyes. And my anger gave my numb body a new strength to stand again, my mind to think again and my heart to pump harder than before to be sane because I’m sure that when I unlocked this damn door and exit through it, I’ll surely murder the man who bravely showed up here and now demanding me things…..

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“Are you fucking kidding me?” I opened the door; cursing loudly.

“I don’t think so. You know me well that I can’t make jokes like that.” He stated reasonably, calmly which made my blood boil even more than before.

“WHY ARE YOU HERE, IN MY HOUSE, AT THIS HOUR? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME NOW AFTER LEAVING ME AT THE WEDDING?!!” I shouted at him and he cringed away from me.

“Baby, calm down. Just hear me out, will you!?” He pleaded in a small voice and I looked away from him. He’ll surely know how to drive me crazy!

“I don’t want to hear anything out now. It’s already too late for any type of reasoning and explanations. The damage is already done so you may leave now!” I spoke out sternly and pointed out towards the exit.

“Bella… hey I….” He tried to say something once again but I couldn’t buy it.

“Go away!” I whispered dejectedly. And he took two steps back. As I thought that he’d leave; he reached out to me suddenly and then kissed me hard. It took me by surprise as I stilled at my place. He asked for entrance but I didn’t allow it so he squeezed my ass cheeks and a surprise gasp left my lips and he took it as an opportunity to deepen the kiss.

“Oh, baby! How much I missed this!” He sighed in a kiss and then bit down on my lower lip possessively like he used to do a lot in the past. PAST!!! WAIT A MINUTE……

I pushed him away with full force. “How dare you to show your face to me after all those years and then even dare to kiss me like that!!” I slapped him hard. This stunned him and he immediately jumped back.

“You...slapped me.” He stated in shock.

“Yes.” I spit back.

“Why?!” And this renewed my previous anger back.

“You still had the courage to ask me ‘Why’ after what you did?” I asked with disbelief.

“I… can’t we start over again?” He abruptly asked and I stilled. He wanted to do it all over again…. He wanted to shatter me again, ready to torture me again, dump me again, cheat me again, lie to me again, manipulate me again, use me again!!!!

“GO AWAY, NOW!” I shouted at him aloud and he ran away from there, half-shocked and half-scared. I calmed myself down and then dropped down on the bed, trying to calm myself down. When I felt better, I tightened the towel around myself and then went in search of my mobile phone to call Saira and invite her to my place because I couldn’t seem to get any sleep tonight after his little show-up. Then I remembered that I left the device on the countertop and I swore at myself before exiting the bedroom. I went and took the mobile, but when I turned around, a shriek left my mouth because he stood so close to me that my eyes were levelled with his chest while his hot breath was hitting my face.

“What the hell are you still doing here?” I narrowed my eyes at him angrily.

“I told you that I’ll not leave before you listen to what I have to say to you.“. He reasoned calmly.

“Okay. Sit down there and I’ll listen to you after putting on some clothes.” I decided after taking some time. And he sighed in relief and then did as I said. I went back to my room, tossed my phone on the bed changed into my pajamas and sports bra, dried my hair, decided to leave them open for a while and then left the room after feeling ready to hear whatever he wanted to say to me at this hour of the night, after 4 years of absence.

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I offered him a beer which he gladly accepted, and then I settled myself comfortably on the opposite couch while sipping on the drink.

“Your time starts now!” I said without looking at him. I heard him chuckle but I didn’t glance at him.

“I know you are angry at me for all that I have done. After all these years, you need to know why I show up, why I want to explain or want you to hear me out when I didn’t explain at that time when I left you at that time.” He sighed. “I shouldn’t have to leave you like this, I should have to explain everything to you so that you can understand my reasons, so that you couldn’t get mad at me like this. But I was forced to leave you, I was forced to do that so that you would be safe!” And then I looked at him, he was watching me with sad eyes.

“I would be safe? What endangered me so much that there was nothing you could do except leave your soon-to-be bride on your wedding day?”

“I cannot tell you, I….. but just know that I was forced to leave, else I wouldn’t do anything like that because I loved you and still do, like crazy!” His voice was sad like his eyes but I can’t seem to bring myself to trust.

“I can’t believe you. Now, if you’re done explaining, you may leave! I have a guest coming.” I spoke coldly while waving my hand at the door. He abruptly stood up from his seat and then came near me.

“Who?” He leaned down on me so that his face was levelled with mine.

“It should not be your concern. You already lost your rights over me when you left me on our wedding day.” I replied carelessly. He stared at me for a while and then what he did left me speechless; he kissed me again, possessively!

I tried to push him away but he didn’t budge and only deepened the kiss. I resisted but he continued to insist and then I surrendered because whatever I said or did, I missed him, his touch, his lips, his breath, his smell, his taste, him: inside me, on me, over me… everything that’s him!

The situation heated up and then we were both naked on the couch, heaving from our heavy make-out. He leaned back a little and looked at me thoroughly like he was mesmerized like I’m some masterpiece he wants to memorize forever. My eyes shied down and he lifted my face up.

“You’re so beautiful. Don’t be shy!” He whispered.

“Then stop looking at me like that!” I whispered back. His eyes glinted.

“Like what?” He asked.

“Like I’m precious to you, like you never broke me into pieces.” A tear escaped from my eyes which he collected tenderly.

“YOU ARE precious to me, will always be! Never forget that. And I’ll mend those pieces back, I promise!” Then he kissed me softly like a passionate lover and I kissed him back this time without any resistance because I wanted him to mend me, but most importantly I wanted him to leave: as soon as possible!

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