Fleeing the Nightmarish Father novel Chapter 59

Smiling to myself, his thoughts were taking over my senses.

His voice, his scent, everything about him was causing me to think entirely about him and forget everything else.

I had no idea what was happening to me but I loved it and I let it happen.

Humming to myself, a grin crept on my features instantly the second I saw him entering, making me exhilarated.

Ah, how his presence had begun to take over me.

“Hey. How was your day?” I grinned, leaving all my work and rushing to him.

He once again, knitted his brows together, tilting his head in confusion and pulled away cautiously from me.

“Isn’t your tone getting sweeter day by day? What’s the catch? Are you learning the art of manipulation?” He teased me, poking my forehead with his index finger to bring me out of his way.

Touching my forehead shyly, I smiled sheepishly to myself, “Think whatever you want.”

“May I know what are your plans? Do you want something? Go somewhere?” He asked nonchalantly, doing his night routine, not thinking deeply about my actions.

“Yes. I want something.” I chuckled teasingly, leaning against the wall, folding my arms at my chest.

He glanced at me, arching an eyebrow at me as I couldn’t help but to indulge in his handsome reaction.

“What?”

“You.”

He chuckled faintly, pinching my cheeks out of his habit and responded in a teasing tone, “Well, well, who doesn’t want me?”

I opened my mouth to continue but not listening further, he walked away, leaving me with words at the edge of my tongue.

When he left to freshen up, I held the hem of my dress, a smile growing sorrowful surrounded with vexations I couldn’t express in fright of rejection.

How could I tell you what I had been feeling for you?

And even if you know, what difference would it make? Would it make things better or worse?

With these thoughts filling my mind, I was laying on the bed with him. He was facing the wall, I glanced at him, wondering if he would ever feel the same.

Yet, I wanted him to know, to be aware of my feelings.

“Dariel…”

Calling him innocently, I gradually sat up in the dark room, crossing my legs. He turned-half-way, eyes barely opened.

“Hmm?”

Indicating he was tired still the fact instead of ignoring he hummed, made me smile faintly. How could I settle for such mere reactions?

“Do you… hate me?” I asked out of the blue.

“What?”

His eyes shot open, absolutely baffled at the unforeseen question but him telling me that I was out of his league was bothering me immensely.

I tried to ask firmly but failed, “Do you hate me?”

“Let’s see…” He trailed off, dreading me at the pause.

Shifting to his back, he placed his one hand under his head and other over his stomach, making his captivating features prominent.

“Have you cheated on me?” He asked nonchalantly.

“What? No!”

I almost gasped, turning to him in disbelief that he thought about it in the first place.

“Then no. I don’t.” He mumbled, yawning to show how disinterested he was and continued.

“Are you a serial killer?”

“No.”

“Or a psychopath?”

“No!”

“Then no again, I still don’t.”

“Are you-”

Growling, I slammed my hand down, refraining him from asking useless questions, “Enough. Leave it.”

“Whatever. You started it.” He hummed, closing eyes again.

Forming my lips in a thin line, the fear was leaving words at the edge but I couldn’t bring myself to liberate them. There were many things I wanted to ask but the idea of shattered dreams was stopping me.

Averting my gaze in sadness, I twirled my finger around my dress, unintentionally speaking my thoughts out loud.

“Would you be hurt if I leave you?”

“It would be better if you take out any stupid thoughts from your mind and go to sleep. Whatever you are thinking is wrong.” He ordered, turning to the side so his back could face me and went to sleep.

Not listening to me anymore.

Your words were so cold and heart piercing, they were hurtful, how they always used to be… then why did I feel like you were lying?

Not forcing him too, I laid down as well, covering myself with the blanket as an unwanted tear pricked my eyes.

‘Listen to my heart too, Dairel.’

The next day, I held a grimace on my face. Obviously he was a man of stone, emotional matters would be too difficult for him to deal with.

I was not buttoning his coat, he did it himself and arched an eyebrow seductively at me.

“Are you angry with me?” He questioned huskily.

“No.” I muttered.

He exhaled after getting ready and stopping before me. I didn’t bother to glance at him as he hovered his tall form. Hands on his pockets, contemplating the stern look on my face.

“Look, Saafia, don’t break your heart by attaching useless emotions.” He murmured, holding my chin to force me to stare in his soft eyes.

…What did he want me to expect from those eyes living in denial?

“You consider feeling anything for my husband as useless?” I hissed, slapping his hand away angrily.

“I didn’t mean it like this but I married you to make you strong, not emotionally vulnerable.” He explained, tone softening as much as possible.

“Why? Who am I to you that you would want to help me in the first place? In fact, who are you to decide how I should be?” I smirked dryly, folding my hands at my chest challengingly.

“No one.” And it hurts. A lot.

“Then why are you doing this?” I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

I pouted and unexpectedly, his fingers moved across and cupped my cheek in his palm to ensure I could maintain the strong eye-contact.

“What-” I was astonished at the gentle grip.

Frozen, my lips parted, wondering what took over him and before I could push us away or react, he leaned down and whispered temptingly in my ears.

“To save you from the outcome someone dearest to me had.”

My heart skipped a beat, a shiver caused my back to arch, inducing an inexplicably bubbly sensation. Lifting my eyes innocently, I didn’t have words.

And locking his eyes with mine for the next few seconds, enhancing the feelings, he slowly, very slowly pulled away from me and left.