Fleeing the Nightmarish Father novel Chapter 58

I was forgetting my pain and focusing entirely on him at this point.

Thanks to him I was no longer razed. I had no idea what spell he cast on me but I had left my world behind and had begun to live in his.

‘Is this the point my life was searching for?’

Setting the bed, I was thinking about Dariel all day, waiting for him to return, to sit beside me, to talk with me, to smile with me, to be with me.

The thought alone brought a timid smile to my face. As I was immersed in his thoughts, he came at midnight as he was busy going to work after two weeks.

“Hey, welcome home.” Grinning, I greeted him happily, leaving all my work in the middle and rushing to him.

He looked stressed, tie loose, coat resting on his arm and ruffled hair, making him look more handsome in this messy state.

Or was it my perspective? I had no idea.

He paused, knitting his eyebrows together in confusion.

“You.. look awfully delighted to see me.” He trailed off, rolling his eyes and shaking his head from stress.

“Because I am. I am happy to find you home.” I chuckled, taking his coat from his hand and coming to the front to open his waistcoat.

“Okay. How are you?” He mumbled, looking in the other direction at my sudden action.

I never did it at night but today, I wanted to.

“Good.” I smiled sincerely, placing his clothes neatly before turning back to him.

“Dinner?”

“Ah, no. I already ate. I told you I was going to be late. Did you have dinner?” He asked casually, turning to leave to the bathroom.

“Hmm.” I continued to smile.

He didn’t react and went to freshen up. Without further talks, we both went to sleep. As the days were passing, I couldn’t stop myself from not following his trails.

Everything about him had become attractive to me. If he was talking, using his phone, sitting, sleeping. His small gestures were compelling me to stare at him.

‘Are you noticing my stares too how I used to notice yours?’ I thought, watching his sleep.

I wanted to scoot closer and curl close to him but I knew he would pull away if I did. He was only near for sympathy, it never meant deeply.

Closing my eyes, I pressed myself harder on the bed, trying to fall asleep but his scent didn’t let me.

The next day, early in the morning, I got up at his time or else I’d be up around eight. Today, I woke up at six. I went to sleep early so I could join him in the morning.

“Hey. Good morning.” I greeted, taking a seat for breakfast.

“What are you doing so early?” He was taken aback.

“I want to join you on the walk today.” I demanded, resting my elbow on the table to place my chin under my palm so I could stare at him properly.

“Really? I thought you hated them.” He smirked, arching an eyebrow playfully at me.

“Now I don’t. I want to go on a walk with you.” I whispered, a smile not leaving my lips. He ignored or pretended he didn’t notice- I didn’t know- and got up after clearing his throat.

Obviously he wouldn’t feel the same for me. He wouldn’t think about me from that perspective.

“Oh, okay. Let’s go.”

We went on a walk together the second time after our marriage. After our first walk in the evening, I came to know he went because he didn’t feel well.

Or else it was a part of his routine to go for a walk, do some exercise to maintain his strong body and then have a shower.

After his shower, I woke up and we had breakfast together so he could leave for work around nine sharp and reach his place at ten a.m.

“What are you thinking?” He called, bringing me out of my thoughts.

He was taking long steps so I had to run faster to cope with his pace and it was making me breathless.

“I wonder why are you so respected here? Everywhere people consider you arrogant but here?” I asked, standing beside him. I did before too but at that time, he didn’t bother to reply.

The elation on my face vanished, replaced with anxiousness along with an unwanted tear in the corner. Curling my hand in a fist, I felt powerlessness, dejected.

His steps eventually halted as he turned to me. Tilting his head in confusion for the next few seconds and ended in a sigh.

“Take a seat. You are out of breath already. I will take two more rounds and will be back.”

Not replying to my mere question, he was about to fasten his pace and leave me behind but I held his wrist, stopping him. Not caring if I was sweating or breathless.

“But, I want to go with you.”

I insisted, refusing to leave his wrist. He became serious, turning to me. I remained stubborn and didn’t leave him until he moved his hand across.

“Saafia.”

“Yes?”

“I would appreciate it if you don’t needlessly hold me.” Speaking coldly, he ripped my hand away from him. Piercing a needle through my chest.

“What if I ‘need’ to hold you?” I instinctively asked desperately, taking a step closer while burying my urge to hold his shirt inside.

He blinked, “What do you mean?”

“What do you think?”

“You are becoming crazy. Move away.”

I was about to touch him but he moved away, putting his hand in the air, cracking my heart delicately at his negligence.

“I am becoming or you are making me?” I hissed and before I could unknowingly create a scene and gain attention, his steps retreated, using the words I used friskily, he used them pensively on me.

“It's my fault that I talked to you. I am leaving. You sit down.”

Failing to continue our talks, I looked down in defeat and took a seat as he left to complete his rounds, leaving me in my saddening thoughts.