6. He's an angel

Delilah's POV

My eyes ran over the peach shaded walls, and the huge white curtains covered most of the room. Under the dim light, it was not much visible to see the inside of the place.

When I had woke up, I found myself in this unfamiliar place. Panic settled in but when I tried to move put of here, pain shot through my feet. I looked down and the early cut of the feet has opened. It didn’t cure totally when I decided to remove the bandage, it couldn’t be used anymore.

I didn’t have the money to go to the medic to have another so when I found myself not bleeding anymore I settled with them. Until last night when it actually got worse than ever.

I couldn’t even move the toes, are they fractured or something? Oh God! My eyes washed the place again as I waited for my potential kidnapper or whoever to come.

When all the memories of last night flooded in, I could feel the fear and the anxiety kicking in me thinking if that man hadn’t come to help what would have happened to me. I wanted to thank him but I didn’t even know this is his house or not.

The door handle in front twisted and I found the huge wooden door opening and a mid-aged woman walked. She switched on the blinding lights of the room, and under which I saw her putting a tray full of food and meds setting on the bedside table.

She was wearing a pink gown, her hair up in a bun, and a pair of glasses dangling down her neck. She smiled at me, and I pushed myself to reciprocate. “How are you now?”

“I… am good. Where am I?” She handed me a bowl of soup and stood beside the bed.

“You were bleeding and fainted so Damien brought you here?”

Damien? As in the guy of before?

She may have looked at my confused self when she added. “He will come to visit you.” She handed me a few medicines to have after the food and went out.

The soup was delicious as I devoured it. I haven’t had food from last night. My eyes almost watered at the thought that I was again homeless and jobless. The work I have gained so hard is snatched away and I was being at the beginning of it all.

The bench beside the sea beach was the only place I found to have stayed the night in. I didn’t even consider how dangerous that would have been. A sigh left my lips, gulping down the medicines.

The door in front of me opened again and I saw the person from last night walking in. Unlike last night he was cladded in an Armani suit, hair sleeked back and his dark inky eyes settled on me. “How are you feeling?” His voice was so deep that it felt like echoing inside the silent room. It made me a little shiver.

“I… I’m good. Thank you.” He gave a short nod, his hands pushed inside his pockets. Despite his cold façade he was real generous last night to have helped me. He walked further inside and looked at my bandaged feet. They are quite clean now. “Has the pain lessened?”

“Y-yeah…” he didn’t say anything, before walking back at the threshold. He didn’t speak again and I felt maybe he wants me to be out of his property and is too hesitant to say that.

I removed the comforter and pulled myself in a sitting myself, before moving my legs and trying to slide from the bed. The pain settled in the feet like permanent as I bit my lips stopping the hiss. He looked at me confused.

“Where are you going?” He spoke and his voice again made my inside tremble a little.

I didn’t know where would I even go.

“I… don’t know but will get somewhere.” I gave him a tight smile, and tried keeping my injured foot on the floor.

Wow! It’s a marine floor. My eyes widened looking at the aquarium settled on there. And I imagined myself walking over an entire aquarium.

Jesus!

The entire floor looked so damn beautiful. The entire marine life under there, and it looked so damn normal for them. Well how will they even realize any difference. ?Before I could walk, I saw the man again walking towards me before bending down a little by his waist and placing my feet back up on the bed. His cold fingers against my skin felt like good great heavens, tingly or more like the snowballs in the winter. Soft yet cold.

Before I could say anything, he spoke. “Stay here.”

What!

My eyes widened at the words as I shook my head. I can’t just stay in anybody's house just like that.

“No I ca-“ I couldn’t complete my sentence before he walked out of the room. Leaving me confused and shock.

 

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I shocked like being in a hostage inside this room. Though my condition is far far better. I got food again for lunch, and this time it was a different lady. I asked her about the person and sweet Jesus I didn’t even know his name. She didn’t answer.

It’s already night and the entire of my day has went enjoying the aquarium. The little fishes and the bigger ones swimming there. The green little tress growing, the colourful pebbles and the corals. It’s beautiful I couldn’t praise it enough.

The door opened again and I encountered the familiar smiling face. She walked inside and I found myself relieved seeing her. “Have the food and the meds.” Before she could walk away I hold her hands. She looked at me confused.

“I have to leave from here. I couldn’t just stay.” She turned towards me, her smile faltering a little.

“Why? Is it uncomfortable here?” I shook my head at her immediately.

“No not like that. This is a foreign place for me I couldn’t just stay in someone's house like this.” She patted my head.

“There must be a reason for you being here.” I lifted my eyebrows at her , questioning. “I will bring you the crutches and you can go out.”

“Is there a broken bone?” Her eyes turned sad as she nod her head. Oh no, not at the same place please.

“The doc said you have broken it once and this time the ligament has torn.”

Why again! I wanted to cry at my new inability but I didn’t. There is neither any tear left any use of shedding them.

“Have some rest. You can talk with Damien tomorrow.”

The next day as she said, I found crutches near to my bedside as I stood up and grabbed them. Stabilizing myself a little, I walked out from the room. The long hallway welcomed me and I walked further near the glass railing. The entire house screams nothing else but luxury and money. Who was this Damien actually?

I staggered with my crutches and moved towards the stairs, when I lifted my eyes and meet with a coat-fitted Damien, adjusting his cufflinks. I can see the perfection oozing from every action he does. Clear and cut. My eyes travelled to his sharp jaws and the aquiline nose and I couldn’t deny the fact that he was insanely attractive.

The sleek black hair and those inky eyes holds a different aura around him, followed by the tough and muscular physique. I could definitely imagine the rippling muscles under the right fitted shirt and a coat shrugged over it.

His eyes landed on me and I stilled at my spot. There is something in them which fills my since with this dread and makes unwanted goosebumps all over me. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to you.” I wanted to thank the Lord and praise myself to not have stuttered in front of him.

“Speak.” He said and I noticed his muscular hands pushed inside his pockets, the Rolex set on his large left wrist.

“I cannot stay here like this.” He nodded at my words, eyes sharp at me.

“Fine, where do you want to go?”

“I…” I don’t know where to. But I know enough I couldn’t just stay like this in someone's place.

“I will figure it out but staying here just like that… isn’t right.” I shook my head and found his jaws set tight. He didn’t like my answer I feel.

“Fine you can leave anytime you want.” He looked at my crutches and then at my bandaged legs. “At least until you get better.”

I didn’t have anything to say against that. With this foot of mine how the hell will I be able to walk or move around in search of a place. And the mere memory of the Park bench and those drunkards made my stomach tumble in dread.

“Have your breakfast.” He spoke and walked down the stairs and towards the kitchen, where I found the woman I come to be familiar with giving him a nod and settled on serving a tray.

He didn’t look back as he walked out of the door.

What hell decision I took…

 

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