Two days passed in a blur, with Hazel's body and mind completely on rest, giving her time to heal.
She had a full time caretaker for her, which for her was bit weird to get adjusted with, considering she came from orphanage where no one would give shit about her. She was just an essential air, a source of income to them.
Nevertheless, it wasn't like she had any grudges against them. Staying there was her own will, for which she paid at the last day of her trip. The memories again slouched down on her, filling her eyes with stinging tears.
Sniffling, she blinked them away, before nuzzling her face in her soft cushion. She had missed this all, this homely feeling. Aunt Mona never changed a bit, she was the same, sweet, motherly and bit childish, always attempting to make Hazel feel at ease.
Emily didn't visit her again, though she would call to check up on her every day. Theodore, also, didn't enter her sight of vision.
Although, few time
Removing the quilt from her face, she let out a small yawn, sleeping clearing from her eyes. The sun rays penetrated through the glass window before clashing with her Hazel eyes, causing the golden in them to sparkle.The burden of her trauma was bit lowered than usual, and then it hit her. She had Theodore's sandalwood scent all over her. The yesterday night came crashing down at her, causing different feelings to emerge.She was yearning to get held by someone and cry on their chest. Emily hadn't visited her again. Aunt Mona was too sensitive to provide her a shoulder, as Hazel knew she would be the one having breakdown on seeing Hazel's single tear and then she will be the one comforting her frail aunt.And then came Theodore. He also wasn't very different in this matter. He wouldn't tolerate tears in her eyes, either. The only difference was in their way of coping up with her sadness.Aunt Mona would g
The whole day was spent in another type of anxiety, with anticipation of what was coming her way. Aunt Mona had gone out to run errands after assuring her Theodore will never hurt a strand of her hair.Hazel knew that too, but she couldn't help but get tensed. His Dark glaring eyes would be enough to melt her into puddle.She couldn't think of excuses she was to offer in his presence. She can't told him what had taken place back there. She knew she should, she wasn't at fault. But, the anxiety and dripping trauma wasn't allowing her to open her mouth.She has always been scared of Theo for different reasons. And now, this particular incident had terrified her of men. Theodore should have never been on that list.But, he was, at the top.She liked him. But, she was also shitless scared of him. She didn't know what he would do if she told him what had happened. And she didn't wish to find out either.For now, she needed to come up with s
The fresh gust of air, brushing through her skin, every now and then, was giving her pleasant shivers. Her grip tightened around the coffee mug she was holding. After eating the meal, prepared by Theodore, which Hazel swore, is always the bestest of what she could ever had, he had brought her to the balcony of his room, to spend the windy evening with her. Closing her eyes, which felt heavy due to the crying she did all the evening, Hazel allowed herself to drowse into the luring sight of playful nature. She could feel his gaze on her, all over her. As on cue, she turned around, her eyes clashing with his intense ones. His seductive sight causing her to tighten her hold around the mug. "Better, now?" He questioned, tilting his head to the side, never breaking eye contact with her. "Yes. Thank you." She muttered, gesturing towards the mug in her hand. Her gratitude earned her
The Bitmus University was beaming in all it's usual glory, with floods of students moving here and there, some lost in their handfrees, some lost in their folks, some stuck in rich world of books. In middle of that chirping crowd, was walking a quiet boy, with headphones on, though nothing was being played on the electronic. It was just a way of keeping people out of his way. A dark colored hoodie was on his toned body, covered by denim jacket, his hands inside the pockets of his denim jeans, head lowered, so that his red-rimmed eyes couldn't be make out. "Edward!" He paused dead in his tracks, hearing his name being called out. Sighing, he closed his eyes before opening them in all their rawness, removing his headphones and tucking them around his neck. "What's up, Andrew?" He greeted in low, hoarse voice, before continuing on moving on his tracks. Approaching near him, Andrew threw his hand around Ed
"What the hell?" Edward snapped, a frown merred between his eyebrows, him not understanding what was happening.A young man had referred the Chancellor of Bitmus with his surname. Not only that, he had the audacity of spatting nonsense of suspending him.Mr. Jonas, the Chancellor paled on seeing Theodore. Immediately standing up from his seat, he came forward, rounding around his desk and standing infront of Theodore in attention."Mr. Alexander." He greeted, his voice nervous and somehow dripping in anxiety. "What did I do?" He questioned, without beating around the bush. The words Theodore had spoken, right after entering, had the ground slipping from his feet.Tilting his head to the side, Theodore looked at him with blank face, his hands inside the pockets of his dress pants."You don't know what you did? Or more specifically what you led happened?" On seeing Chancellor shaking his head with fearful eyes, Theodore let out small tsks sound.
"What happened here?" Mr. Arnold's voice was heard, followed by fast footsteps entering inside the living hall. Edward looked up at him from the floor, his eyes mahogany and flashing in unfathomable rage and vengeance. "That son of a bitch nearly choked me to death!" He burst into fits of anger, on seeing his father as he gently pulled away from his mother's hold, who was busy inspecting the bruises on Edward's neck. These words had Mr. Arnold's face scrunching in rage. "Who dared?!" He boomed, his voice thunderous. Hitting his only son was the hard limit he had drawn the line of his tolerance, at. "That fucking Brigadier!" Edward roared with hoarse voice. All the fury dissipated from Mr. Arnold's face. Shock and disbelief flashed on his face before they got replaced by neural features, all traces of anger long gone from his face.
Shivering, she was refraining herself to open her eyes. Her face had gone pale, mind numb, not understanding how to deal with this sudden shock.Theodore was here. Inside her room. And from the tone of his voice, he did not sound happy. That had her insides curled.For few minutes, there was adhering silence around her. Only her own heartbeats audible to her ear.Then, suddenly, she sensed hot breath hitting her face before a towering body was pressed against her small one."Open those beautiful eyes, Sweetheart." His tone was seductive yet stern, letting her know he wasn't in mood of nonsense.Ever so slowly, she unfolded her eyelids, before lifting her hazel eyes that were sparkling in fear and nervousness.The fret of him finding something out there, wasn't allowing her to think straight."There's my girl." He whispered before enfolding his arms around her shivering body, engulfing her in his warm embrace.Confused, she also
There was pin drop silence inside the room. The night stands lamp brining light to certain parts, leaving the rest to shallow in darkness.In amidst of the deafening silence, Theodore's low voice was heard which had her trembled to bones."I dislike being on waiting row, Sweetheart." He had reminded her in voice that seemed to be on edge."I..." An involuntary whimper from her lips interrupted her whisper."You? Hmm? You what, Sweetheart?" He asked, his thumb rubbing her soft cheek in circular manner.Hazel swallowed the lump in her throat and looked here and there, looking for an escape. Her mind getting all worked up.Theodore noticed her eyes movement and looked down with a sigh."Go on." He suddenly backed from her, startling her."Try and run." He stated, crossing his arms over his chest."If a failed attempt of escap