The next week turned out to be pretty busy, I spent most of the time in my clinic taking appointments and doing regular stuff, and when I didn't have any patients to attend I would hang out with Emily at her book store.
She is such a sweetheart, never does she mind me hitting her store untimely. I wish I could be like her. She is just always that happy, bubbly girl who doesn't think twice before pouring her heart out. I wish I could be carefree like her, not giving a fuck about anything going on. But that just remains as a wish because I am nowhere near to her. I am just a super awkward introvert who doesn't know how to behave with new people. Hell! I don't even know how to act around the people that I know. And my awkwardness even tops its level when I am around boys, especially cute boys. I don't know why I am like this?
I was never a social butterfly nor a party-loving person. Whenever I was out with my friends or at a party I'd always be thinking of an escaping plan of getting home so that I can lay on my comfy bed or watch an old movie or just waste my time doing nothing. I don't know if I am that lazy or what but that's how I live. As it is Saturday night so I am enjoying my time at home. sitting on my couch with a chocolate bar in my hand and watching Pretty Woman, I guess I have watched it like a thousand times still I never get bored. You know its that epic. Chocolate and a great movie surely is the best combination I must say.
Becky isn't home yet, I think she will be staying at Kayden's. It's not a problem as I don't mind being alone. Actually its really peaceful that way. Peaceful or rather you can say boring? my life has always been like this and still continues to be least interesting. It feels like I have been caught up somewhere between my clinic and my home and there isn't any other place for me to go. It really sucks to live life like this. You know, With nearly no social life and non-existent love life. I mean common I am fucking 24 and still single. Can you believe that? Okay, I might be a little exaggerating, there would be surely people around my age who aren't involved in a romantic relationship. It just feels weird because I haven't dated anyone in a long time. I remember having a boyfriend in school but it wasn't any serious though. Thinking about the lack of men in my life reminds me of Sam asking me out last week. I am really looking forward to it as I have never been on an actual date. That's crazy, isn't it?
I divert my attention back to TV, suddenly I feel my phone vibrating next to me on my couch. I don't even remember when did I hear my ring tone last time. most of the time I have it in silent mode because nobody really cares about my existence. I look at it and a smile appears on my face seeing Sam's name flashing. I click on the receive icon and answer him.
"Hello!"
"Hey, Nikki!" He screams on the phone enthusiastically as I have to pull away from the phone to prevent myself a hearing loss. "So I guess you were waiting for my call." He says in an amused tone.
"What? No, not at all. Why would I?" I tease him.
"oh common Nikki, lying doesn't suit you. otherwise, you wouldn't have picked up my call faster than I thought you would."
"That's because I was going through my emails, you idiot." Okay, that was a straight lie.
" Whatever." He says. I know he must be rolling his eyes at the other end.
"By the way, I hope you remember me asking you out on a date this weekend."
"Yes, I do."
"So I called you to ask, is it okay if we go out tomorrow in the evening. Only if you are free?"
"Sure, I'll wrap everything up earlier, then we can head out."
"I'll pick you up at 6 in the evening then?" he asks.
"Okay."
"I' m sorry for calling you up this late Nikki."
"Never mind, I wasn't asleep though."
"Hey Nikki, you really look good in these pictures." He says out of nowhere.
"What pictures?" I ask him confused. I never really gave him any picture, so what he is talking about?
"The ones on F******k, I was looking at them just now, I guess they are from your high school. You really look good in that red dress Nikki." I can hear him laughing while saying that.
"What the fuck Sam??" I haven't opened my account in a long time and I know there are some pictures of me from high school. I remember how weird I looked in them, and even I was a bit fat back then. I never liked clicking pictures, it was my friend who forced me to do it at that time. now I regret not deleting them. Fuck, this is embarrassing!!
"Why were you stalking me on social media?" I ask him angrily.
"Why wouldn't I?" He says. is this really funny to him?
"Who wouldn't want to stalk a beautiful lady like you?" he says playfully.
"I am telling you Samuel if you ever go through my profile again, I swear to god I'll block you." This boy is really getting on my nerves now.
" Ouchhh! that hurt! don't be mean Nikki, in fact, you should be more open to accepting such compliments."
" Ohh Thank you Sam for letting me know that I should be aware of random creepy people stalking me on social media at fucking midnight," I say sarcastically.
he laughs at my response. "Okay Okay, I get it. I'll let you sleep before you pounce on me straight from the phone."
"Goodnight Sam."
"Goodnight Nikki and yeah don't dream too much about me," he says before hanging up.
I stare at my phone smiling like an idiot. He is such a boy. I think I should go to bed now. As I am about to switch off the TV, I see a shadow near the window. I can feel someone standing but who could be there? and that too at this hour of the night? I should definitely stop watching those creepy horror shows, they are really getting on my mind now. I walk towards the window and pull the curtains aside. I open the window and look outside and find no one there. Thank god! But something is really strange. From the last few days, I am having a feeling of getting followed while going to my clinic and coming back to home. Two days ago when I was at Emily's store I saw two men watching me from across the street. When I again looked at them, they were already gone. I didn't take it seriously because I thought I was being unnecessarily paranoid. I don't know maybe I am still acting like one? I guess these are the repercussions of my lack of sleep at night. I always do stuff related to my work at night that's why I barely get any sleep. Nicole, go and get some sleep now, everything will be fine. I go back to my room and get on my bed. my eyes begin to close as sleep takes over me.
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The next day I finish my work as soon as possible so that I can get back home to get ready for the date. it's around 5 in the evening as I search through my closet for something suitable to wear. finally, after a lot of struggle, I end up putting on a black crop top and my favorite ripped jeans. I add a little bit of mascara and nude lipstick as my makeup. as said by him earlier Sam arrives at my place on time at 6 pm. I utter a quick goodbye to Becky who is in the kitchen talking on her phone and then head out. Sam takes me to an outdoor restaurant a little far away from the city. it has a classy yet cozy and comfortable atmosphere. I can hear the music playing in the background giving this place a romantic touch. Sam had a reservation for us so we didn't have to waste our time searching for a table.
As our order arrives I look at Sam and say "So are we gonna talk or just eat our food and get back home." Sam hasn't spoken a word since we arrived here. our ride here was also silent. I don't know what has happened to him?
"Oh I am sorry, You look really beautiful today Nicole." he smiles at me. it feels weird when he calls me Nicole as I have only heard him calling me Nikki always.
"Thank you," I tell him blushing a little.
When I get to the kitchen, I find it to be empty. What the fuck? Was Christopher expecting me to live here with no necessities? How am I supposed to make food? Then I remembered what Christopher said to me before going. If I need anything I can tell the guards to get it. I think of considering that option, but then I realize I am not in a mood to have a conversation with anyone and especially with Christopher's men. They kind of creep me out.So I decided to go back to my room. I know that I have a backup, I remember bringing a packet of chocolate chip cookies. I fish it out of my bag and stuff some immediately into my mouth. I moan in satisfaction as they melt in my mouth. They are so fucking tasty. After taking two more cookies, I jumped onto the bed. Basically, I can't even keep myself engaged in cooking now, so the only thing that I can do is to compensate for my lack of sleep last night. Taking a brief nap wouldn't do any harm, right? Apart from that, I don't want to stress mysel
"Please Nicole, let me protect you."His words keep repeating unconsciously in my head, as I look out through the window of my temporarily new house. It sounded more like a statement than a question to me, as if he was telling me that he was going to protect me, anyway. I don't know why, but they oddly felt comforting.I can still picture the hint of hurt that appeared over his face when I held him responsible for what happened last night. I feel sad about saying those awful things to him, yet I don't regret saying them because whatever I said was true, and I meant everything about it. From the day Christopher has entered my life, nothing had been right for me. My life has changed completely with his arrival and I must include that it's not in a simple bad way, but more like a destructive way.The memories of last night begin to flash in front of me, with terrible thoughts occupying my mind. I remember how I had been attacked near the mall, and then the scene of intruder broking into
"If you want to talk about something... I am here. Okay?" She says, crossing her arms. I nod at her, and suddenly I remember the events of last night. How Nicole was been attacked and the intruder who broke into her house. The look of horror on her face when I came back. How inconsolably she was crying, holding me. How can I let it slip from my mind? Thinking about that, I say the only thing that comes to my mind at that time. "You can't live here Nicole." I blurt out. "What do you mean I can't live here?" She stares at me with confusion. "I mean it isn't safe for you to stay here," I tell her what exactly I meant. "Where am I supposed to live then?" She arches an eyebrow at me. I am taken aback by the sudden change in her demeanor. She glares at me with irritation. What happened to her suddenly? Wasn't she saying a second ago that she was here for me? "I'll arrange a place for you. You can live there and even I will be staying with you. Whatever happened last night wouldn't rep
Christopher "Please, don't leave." Her eyes look tired as she whispers to me. It makes me feel worse, thinking that I am the prime reason behind whatever she had experienced in the past few hours. I have never seen Nicole like this before. The Nicole in front of me has the deport of being immensely petrified, which is so unlikely of her. I never expected her to say those words to me. I have always seen her feisty and confident after I met her now. I remember the only time I saw fear in her eyes was the first time when she faced me a year ago, but even then, she didn't look this bad. I feel guilty knowing that I am the one who is responsible for this state of hers. She looks so vulnerable, lying on the bed, holding my hand. I give her a tender look as she keeps gazing at me. "I won't." A pleasing smile appears on her face hearing my words. I gently put her hand back on the bed and walk to her study table to get the chair from it. I put it near the bedside as I sit closer to her. Ta
"You should have known this. You have been working with me since you were seven, and yet you doubt me." He shakes his head in disappointment as he sits on the chair. "I thought nobody knew me better than you, Christopher." He looks at me trying to read my mind. "But I guess you haven't gained your memory completely after that accident." He says with a sad expression. Oh no, not this again. "If it's not you then who would have tried to do that?" I snap at him trying to get away from it before he starts with the whole memory loss ordeal conversation. I fucking hate it. "How would I know? apart from that, I have more important works to do rather than going behind some random usual bitch." He tells in a bored tone. I snap my head back at him furiously. I see all red in front of me hearing him say that. How dare he call her that? I'll fucking kill him. "Don't call her that." I spat at him. Just because he has raised me like a father and helped me get through my hard times, I am keeping
Christopher Hitting the ignition, I drive through the narrow road. I clutch the steering wheel with the same anger that was boiling inside me a few minutes ago. I would have killed that fucking bastard for touching Nicole. Who the fuck was he? What does he want from Nicole? From the corner of my eyes, I see Nicole staring at me sitting on the passenger seat. It seems like she intends to say something, but she doesn't take any initiative to do that. When I look at her, she diverts her attention back to the road. I don't pry her about it as I try to calm down myself. We ride back in silence. As I turn on the main road, Nicole interrupts. "Sam is calling. My friends, Samuel and Emily are waiting there. They would be worried about me." She tells, looking distraught. "We have to get back to them." I revolve around to look at her. She looks at me expectantly with her innocent eyes. I wish I could do as she wanted, but right now, I want to make sure that she is safe, and the only safe pla