It was two in the morning. The stars were brighter that night with the full moon shining high up in the sky, adorning the night with its light. Its silvery rays slanted through the small glass window into the room that was once drowned in darkness. Casting shadows on the white walls and filling the room with unwanted light. Emma was lying in the bed, her eyes fixed on the moon that's been peeking through her window witnessing her troubled state. It's quiet in the room, only the snores of the little boy sleeping next to her could be heard. But, sleep was miles away from her eyes. Different thoughts kept running in her head, shattering her peace. She couldn't sleep, today's incident didn't let her sleep. It kept replaying in her mind again and again. Shivers ran down her body every time she would remember that foreign touch. Every detail comes rushing into her mind, the way she was touched, his proximity. She could still feel his hot breaths, she could still smell his exotic cologne and
"I can't believe this nonsense," Mina yelled and looked at Emma who was sitting quietly. "You okay?" Mina asked the younger one as she saw her dull face. Her hand rested on Emma's shoulder trying to calm her down. They had spent the last twenty minutes in the control room trying to find a trace of that mysterious man but returned disappointed. There's no footage. All the cameras inserted on the first floor were out of order. None of them were working. "I'm fine," Emma replied, a gentle smile adorning her face, an attempt to hide her distress."Don't worry!" She assured Mina, and got up from the bench, striding towards the lockers. Grabbing her ballet slippers from the lowest one, Emma began wearing them, eyes downcast, teeth mindlessly biting her lips. Mina stared at her for a while and realized something was definitely off. Emma looked quiet and troubled."But I'm not! I feel like burning that damn control room." Mina began, annoyance visible in her tone."Good for nothing piece of—"
December arrived with its absolute glory. Frosty gusts of wind, dark skies, frozen lakes while thick layers of snow covered the ground and the top of the houses and trees. Everything already seemed to be under a blanket of snow yet more snow continued to fall.Emma was walking down the road to the cafe, her hands stuffed deep into her coat pockets as she walked on the sidewalk, eyes looking at the window displays that were beautifully decorated with Christmas trees and presents. Some even had huge puppets of Santa. Emma smiled knowing she could afford to buy some decent presents this year. She wanted to give something very special to her brother. And for Mina, a dress probably. The additional money that she got with her paycheck was no less than a treasure for her and she's very relieved knowing she'd be able to tackle the expenses. However, deep down she's a bit unhappy and disturbed by the fact that her friends couldn't get the reward they deserved, especially Mina. She truly deserv
"You!" Kevin snapped and glanced up at her, a charming smile dancing on his lips seeing her standing there dumbfounded. Panic constricted her throat. Her? What does that mean? "I-I don't understand," she let out, voice not more than a whisper. She's still stunned by his words.No matter how handsome he was or how well he spoke, there was something unusually dark about him. Something about the way he looks at her. Something about the way he speaks and intimidates everyone around him. His aura exudes dominance. His eyes held hers. Distress stirred in her sparkling hazel.It was obvious she got what he meant but she looked tense rather than enthralled. Strange! Girls usually find this particular statement enticing. But then again, she was different. So very different. He had to take things slow."I want a bouquet for someone special," Kevin spoke again. His stare was intense, his voice confident. "Can you make it?"Emma let out a low breath and gulped down the panic that had consumed her
Small feet ran into the kitchen, gaining her attention. She looked back and saw her brother running around the table carrying the little ball of fur in his arms. "James slow down!" Emma cried out, a look of concern on her face but he didn't listen, apparently too excited to have a new friend. Putting her spatula on the kitchen island, she hurried toward him and stopped his marathon. James looked up at her, his breaths coming out short but a smile playing on his lips."It's fluffy!" Said James excitedly and nuzzled the puppy against his cheek.Emma glared at him and bent down."Give it to me," pulling the puppy out of his embrace, she gently put it on the kitchen island before bending down once again and picking her brother up."Stay here!" Said Emma a bit sternly as she sat him on the stool and hurried towards the fridge to fetch something nutritious for him."You are so so fluffy!" She heard James talking to the puppy but her concentration was solely on the shortness of his breaths.The
The morning sky has always been a source of comfort for her. She was standing near the window looking at the sky, distressed. Ever since her parents died and she was left with no one else to talk to, she would look at the sky when she felt scared, missed them or felt upset. It was comforting. Today, she was feeling a blend of all those emotions. She looked at James who was sitting on the chair, looking bored and a bit scared too. "You can go inside," a soft voice rang in the quietness of the hallway. Emma looked at the nurse and nodded. Grabbing James' tiny hand in hers, she gave him a gentle smile and walked inside the room while praying silently. "Hello, little champ!" Doctor Lindsey put on her glasses and greeted James who was looking at her with his big green eyes. "How are you?" the doctor asked warmly while getting up from where she sat and moving towards the tiny bed. James looked at Emma and then back to the woman in white who was now getting her things ready. "I'm okay." sa
Kevin seemed a little pleased at how Emma quietened and obeyed him. With a charming smile resting on his lips, he got in the car, eyes roaming on her shy figure. She looked so submissive, so desirable.Kevin looked back at the road and started the car while Emma sat quietly, her head leaning against the car's window, mind jarred with tons of thoughts. Mainly James'. Ever since the doctor had told her about his surgery, she couldn't stop thinking about him. She still remembered the time when he got an injection for the first time, how frightened he looked and how much he cried that day. Surgery, the name itself is so scary. He's too young to go through that painful procedure. Emma's eyes glistened up. How much she wished she could do something for him. A magic spell perhaps and everything would be alright. He'd be alright. But she knew it was impossible. James has had a weak heart since birth. Emma has a vivid memory of her mother crying and praying for her son while her father reache
Kevin hummed. "If that's the case,” he began and looked at her, amused. "Why did you reject my offer?" His tone was firm as he asked her. For a man like him, it was surely hard to accept that she didn't want him. He was so accustomed to everyone doing whatever he desired that her rejection seemed unbelievable. Kevin waited and waited for something valid to leave her mouth but she looked down again, words refusing to come out of her rosy lips which looked a bit swollen given all the torture they went through tonight because of his mere presence.What could she possibly tell him? That-that he makes her nervous? Or how she's surrounded by work and tons of worries and has no time for anything else.Kevin's fingers held the steering wheel tighter. He turned his head and continued to look at her with his dark gaze waiting for an answer. Though outwardly, he looked calm yet his darkened eyes were telling a different story. "I demand an answer, Emma," Kevin rasped and had a look on his face, t