5. Helping Her

DAMIEN'S POV

“I'm sorry, Grams.” I didn’t know how many times I repeated myself but she was adamant not to forgive me.

“En, I’m not going to hear any apologies. Why couldn’t you visit me this weekend?” I almost groaned, repeating the same words again and again.

“I told you, I had an important meeting.” She scoffed from the other side, and I could already imagine her rolling her eyes. I took a seat on the bench, cracking my shoulder muscles, feeling the relaxation trickling in.

“Enough of your excuses.” She spoke still angry while a sigh left my lips.

“I’m sorry, Grams. I will visit this weekend.” I had never asked for sorry as much as I’m doing now. Well, it’s Grams after all. I don’t know how to pacify her.

“I will be visiting you this time, and I also want to meet your girlfriend.”

What the fuck!

“Grams from where are you getting this? I’m not with someone.” I groaned massaging my temple. From where was she getting all these weird ideas.

“I don’t know. I asked you for so long to look for someone but you never listen. If you want me to forgive you, find yourself a better half.” Fuck! What’s with this new trouble. I pushed my hair back and settled back inclined more against the bench back.

“I will visit you, what’s with this girlfriend thing?”

“I'm not going to listen anything. I will be visiting you two weeks later and by now I want your better half present in your house.” Before I could say anything, I was  welcomed with the beeping sound. I huffed at the new trouble in hand.

The cool night air blew past me and a sigh of content left my lips. Once a week I try to go out for a night walk in the seaside. But I didn’t know after how many weeks I’m visiting here. Life was too hectic to get some time.

I stood up from the bench, and began to walk again. My phone ringed, and I looked at the caller ID. Ashton.

“Yes?”

“Sir, I have visited the bakery you asked me to. She seemed in a good place.” I hummed recalling back the work I gave to him.

“Has her leg cured?”

“Yes, Sir. She wasn’t wearing any bandage but was little staggering.”

“Good. Is there anything else, Ash?”

“No, Sir. She looked quite better than the day at the hospital.”

“Ok.” And with that I cut the call. I didn’t know from where I got this urge to know about that girl I helped a week ago in the forest. It’s good and well and I have moved on until from last night I found this urge to know about her whereabouts, I could constantly imagine that battered self of her and the blood patches.

I groaned at this new emotion and increased my speed. The wind blew past my face but the cap and the mask I have worn couldn’t make me enjoy it so well. I couldn’t just run around and let those hawk eyes of the paparazzi marking my every move.

I asked Alex to look for her, and he got me her entire bio data and history. I didn’t read that, it’s not needed moreover I couldn’t just invade anybody's privacy. I just needed her present situation to at least calm my mind. I didn’t know what the fuck is wrong with it. 

I began to run a little while later, loving the wind and passed the seaside before making on the street beside the Park. And suddenly my eyes fell on a crouched figure on the bench, just outside the park, on the pedestal. My steps halted and something pulled me to walk closer.

I took a few steps seeing a crouched figure, turned into a ball and settled on one corner of the bench. Her face dipped down between her knees which she hugged tightly, and except the dress she was wearing, she was without any warm cloth or even a shawl or anything.

I could feel the freezing breeze on my full sleeved arms. When I walked more closer I found her figure raked in silent sobbing. I didn’t even know why my heart wrenched at the sound and I found myself lending my hand to ask her what’s she doing out so late. 

This wasn’t me. I didn’t care. What’s happening?

I called her with a pat on her bare arms, they’re freezing. She looked up and I was meet with a pair forest-green eyes. Big and doe shaped. They’re so darker shade in green like the forest under the nightfall.

She was the same girl.

Her eye rims were red and dry tears on her rosy cheeks. They were red under the coldness of the night and her heart-shaped lips were beginning to quiver and turn pale. I haven’t seen her eyes before and I must say they’re beautiful even with the redness there. I didn’t know but I felt a pang looking at her.

“What happened?” Her eyes were not expressing anything. They’re plain red, swollen and brimming with tears. She recovered from her crouched self and I noticed the goosebumps on her arms. “It’s nothing.” Her voice was lower than a whisper and almost inaudible to my ears.

I didn’t know what to do anymore. I couldn’t ask her to take my help when she wasn’t even willing to say anything. After all I was a stranger to her and she doesn’t know who helped her before. I sighed feeling defeated.

“I can help you?” I tried again but she just pushed herself more against the corner shaking her head. Her hair falling all around her face and sticking on her rosy cheeks.

Not knowing what else to do I stood leaned back to my former position to leave. I couldn’t ask her more. It’s creepy.  I almost groaned at my inability and the familiar growing emotions. And the constant thoughts nagging in my mind.

Her eyes were almost like sorry and asking as I looked back at her. But she didn’t say anything and I didn’t know how else to help her. I walked back on the road and settled to run. Her big eyes were fixed at me but nothing gave out from her mouth.

Maybe she could look after herself.

I turned and ran away. I could feel the pang again and again but I didn’t know how to reduce it. I slowed my pace almost like a walk. I haven’t walked even a long while when I heard commotion behind me.

I turned around and saw a few bulky guys surrounded the girl. She was standing on the pedestal, fingers curled in fists. Before I could move I found one of the two grabbed her right hand while another her left. I began to run towards them when she kicked one hard on his jewels and kneed another in his stomach.

She forced out from their clutches but before she could move one of them settled himself back and shouted trying to grab her. I ran faster when suddenly her eyes fell on me and before I could reach there, I found her running towards me and wrapping her small frame around me. Her hands clutched my t-shirt tightly while her face was pressed against my chest. “I don’t want to stay here.”

One of the guys began to move towards us and was going to tear her apart from me when I connected my fist with his face in a powerful punch and he staggered back. I looked at the other guy pulling the girl when she picked up a brick from I didn’t know where and threw it at his head. She ran towards me grabbing my hands.

“Let's leave,” I spoke and turned around and run before they could take a hold of me. I have to deal with them later on. Her fingers were so cold and soft and small against my rough and big ones. We ran and I took a few more turns before reaching my house.

She stood beside me, and when I found her legs bleeding again. “What happened to your feets?”

She looked down on them, “I got stitches there but maybe due to running it opened.” She mumbled looking down at her bleeding feet. The pink sandals she was wearing was bathed in crimson. I could see her swaying a little, her cheeks and lips turning paler.

Not having any other way, I spoke up. “Lets go inside.”

She shook her head meekly at me. Her hands trembled a little as she tried to stable herself. “Are you ok?”

She nodded but before I know she was falling on my shoulder and on the ground when I caught hold of her tiny frame.

I had no other way, princess.

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