Fleeing the Nightmarish Father novel Chapter 101

A shiver went down my spine when I saw Dariel in that condition like he had beaten someone terribly. My throat dried as I closed the door behind me worriedly.

“D-Dariel…?”

“Saafia?”

Taken aback to find me in his office for the first time, he held his hand and stood straight but I had seen him already.

“W-What is this, Dariel?” I trembled, bringing my hand hesitantly close as I walked up to him with my numbed legs.

The merest idea of what he could have possibly done in wrath frightened me.

“What are you doing here?” He frowned.

Not liking me coming here but he was the one made me come.

“Why is there blood on your shirt and your hands? What were you doing?” I asked, shaking slightly while sparing at glance at his unbothered expression.

Distress creeping on my face when I grazed my finger over the fabric which had fresh blood, frightening me.

“What is your problem? Why are you here?” He hissed, ripping my hand from his shirt but frowning in return, I forcefully gripped his shirt to push his strong body into mine.

“I wanted to see you. You can’t shut me out from your life like this when I had no fault.” I growled back, refusing to leave him under all circumstances.

He had tormented me enough by cutting his connection but not anymore. I won’t leave him.

He arched an eyebrow dangerously, “No faults? Do you have any idea about the damn mess created?”

Grabbing my wrist to turn us and press me against the table. Hovering over me, he placed his other hand on the table to lock me in his shadow.

“No, I don’t.” Swallowing hard, a shiver went down my spine.

“I was damn unconscious and if he took advantage of my vulnerable state then I can’t do anything about it, you hear?” I hissed, a tear pricking in the corner as I pulled his collar with my free hand while pressing my caged wrist on his heart.

“I am sick of you avoiding me. He was so supportive, how the heck was I supposed to know he would do this to me?”

My voice broke. Closing his eyes, he turned his head away with a hint of frustration but I wanted to make my points transparent too.

I must annihilate his disappointment for me before that could worsen my state.

“Will you stop accusing me now? And do something about your posture too?” I growled, hitting his chest, on the verge of breaking into sobs.

He was taken aback for a moment, contemplating the hopelessness and tears twinkling on my face with a gaped mouth.

He froze for the next few seconds before relaxing his shoulder and closing the distance between us.

“What did you do to yourself?” He whispered sorrowfully, scanning how I was losing my breaths by the scant idea of losing him.

I couldn’t tell if he had forgiven me or not but there was still a hint of wrath lingering in the corner.

“Then imagine how I must have felt when you left me too.” He mumbled, making me gasp.

I growled, hitting his chest, “Were you talking revenge on me!?”

“No, I was not, I was just saying, argh-”

He was about to smirk dryly and hold my face but the sting of battering someone took its toll as he ended up wincing in pain.

My anger converted into worry, taking his hand softly in mine, “Your hand.”

“Grab a first aid kit from the bathroom.” He sighed, pulling away from me.

I nodded as he sat on the couch in his gigantic cabin. I sat beside him, taking his hand in mine to treat it. He leaned back, staring intensely into my soul, drying the back of my throat.

Allowing me to apply ointment and bandage there, he brought his other hand and tugged a strand of my hair behind my ear, making my heart skip a beat.

“I… didn’t mean to weaken you like this.” He whispered, averting his gaze with a hint of embarrassment.

“What did you do?” I mumbled, after wrapping the bandage, I placed his hand under my cheek, closing my eyes to feel the warmth of it.

“Leave that. I was outraged and got into a fight.” He sighed.