Fine Scar

SHELDON 

Everything hurt. From my ankle to my shoulders and an ache in my head. After absorbing the chilly feeling of the tiles I was lying on, I got up slowly. My phone was vibrating nonstop in my purse. 

There was no sign of Mr. Morgan which means he ditched me here to die.

I spewed silent insults at him as I tried straightening my dress to look exactly as it was before the fall.

Suddenly, I could hear loud footsteps approaching and I stiffened. I'd be ready for doom if it turns out to be Mrs. Raven. The hairs on my skin rose as I didn't have enough time to run away. 

There was no point in running anyway. It'll make me look suspicious.

So, I remained standing until the person causing the sound showed up from the other side of the hallway. He was tall, very tall, and dressed in a suit. Wearing gloves in his hands that clutched a black disposable sack and a nose mask. I could only see his eyes.

At first, he was staring at the ground I fainted on before his eyes darted toward me.

"Well, damn me. I thought you were dead." He said with an awkward smile on his lips. "I was getting ready to put you in the sack." 

I shrieked. "Why the heck would you do that? You could at least call a doctor!"

Calling a doctor Is a horrible idea but it's much better than declaring me dead without being sure. 

"Oh, I'll keep that in mind." He shrugged before turning to leave.

"Was it...Was it Mr. Morgan that told you to get rid of me?" I stuttered, fearing the worse. 

"Denzel is waiting for you. You better go." 

Oh, so he knows who I was.

"Pull this stunt with me ever again and you'll be the one in a trash bag miles away in a desert." I threatened before walking in the opposite direction.

  

I had landed at the end of the stairs before answering Denzel's call.

"Where are you!" It wasn't a question, it was a scream. Denzel was screaming.

"I'm on my way to you..." The call disconnected and after a few minutes, I made it outside with Denzel standing next to his car. After we got in, I felt the air conditioner blasting from all angles.

I watched our car leave the mansion peacefully.

"What took you so long? Don't tell me you've decided to sleep with my father under our roof." He interrogated.

Instead of getting triggered by his harsh comment, I tiredly replied; 

"Something happened..." 

"Yeah, no kidding. You're bleeding." He rasped. 

I was still processing what he meant when his hand lifted my chin and his eyes stuck on my left ear. 

"What happened to you?" He asked breathing very low. 

I immediately got my mirror out and checked to see for myself. 

"I got into a little fight." 

"Don't tell me you fought my nephew." His tone softened.

"That's ridiculous. I can't fight back a six-year-old. Although, he's got a strong kick." 

"Who did you fight then?

"...I don't want to talk about it," I grumbled folding my hands together.

"What is this? Are you trying to be cute, right now?" He was amused. 

I stared at his face blankly wondering why he thinks I'm being 'cute'. 

"What do you want from me, Denzel? Your mansion is full of weird people, I don't even know where to start." 

"I'm sorry about that. Do you need to go to the hospital?" 

I shook my head slowly and rested on the seat. "I'll be fine, I've been through worse. There are some clients I get sometimes that are just—"

"What? That's enough, Sheldon! I don't want to hear the details of your old job." He cut me off.

I smirked looking into his face. "I wonder how you'll do." 

I was nuts. Thinking about how Denzel would behave when we get a chance to be together.  

His eyes dilated and he cleared his throat nervously. His face was begging me not to talk about his capability.

"...Were you with my father? What nonsense did he say this time?" He questioned taking his eyes off my ear. 

"I'm his new nightmare." I grinned.

"My father losing the wealth he gathered from my mom is his nightmare. He's afraid of being a nobody again." 

"If you knew this, why didn't you just reveal his affair to your mom so she can dump him?" I wondered.

"I love seeing her happy. I don't want that to end now. Especially with her condition." 

"You're really protective of your mom." I smiled briefly recalling how much I wanted my mom to be around when she was alive.

"Not exactly. She deserves better after everything she's been through." 

"I deserve better too after all the things I've been through. So, you should care for me too. I'm your fiancee after all." I pouted before stretching my hand into the back of his suit. 

"Yeah, right..." He rolled his eyes. 

I nodded quietly before silence set into the car.

"I think I should move into your house." 

The words were barely out of my lips when he started tugging on his tie. 

"I don't think that's a...good idea."

"Why? I think it's perfect. Your dad would even believe us more. Besides, your house is so big you won't even know I'm there." 

"Sheldon,"

I couldn't hide my smile when I felt like I have won him over. "I'll get packing then. Don't worry, I don't have too much stuff." 

"Give me time to create space for you at least." He muttered. 

He looked so nervous as though he was hiding a body in his fridge and he doesn't want me to find out. Too bad for him, I've already thought about this and would go through with it. 

The car stopped in front of my apartment minutes later. 

"I also have a cat, I hope you're not allergic!" I waved before slamming the door shut. I was surprised that when I got to my flat and looked out the window, his car was still on the spot. I didn't understand what he was waiting for until my front door opened and Denzel marched in.

Oh, seems like he came after me. 

"What is it? Did you forget to tell me something?" 

"Get your stuff, let's go."