Chapter 6

The pain I felt in my head was agonising.

I gasped for breath as soon as I opened my eyes. My body still felt numb and stiff at the moment, so I couldn't move properly for the time being. I blinked the haziness out of my eyes, finding myself staring blankly at a black ceiling.

Just then, I realized I was moving. 

No, that wasn't it. 

I was being moved, but I couldn't figure out where to. The car, slowly comes to a stop after about twenty minutes had passed by. I couldn't sit upright due to the weakness in my body at the moment. What scared me more was the fact that, my eyes were slowly giving in to darkness.

I nearly panicked for a moment, but got distracted by the sound of the car door being pulled open. I failed to see the face of the man who had pulled it open, and find myself squinting my eyes due to the bright light that pour in. My hazy vision wasn't helping, as I felt the stranger's strong arms wrap around my back and legs. Gently, lifting me out of the car.

"I was afraid something had happened to you." I hear an elderly voice say, it sounded distant and didn't seem to be of the man who was currently carrying me in his arms. My eyes were growing heavier now, feeling the movement of his legs against the ground. 

"I'm fine, Mr Ron." I heard another voice say, which seemed to come from the man carrying me. Now my head was spinning, so hard I had to lean my head against his chest to make it stop. 

"She just needs to rest." he added, and I felt as though we were floating. The truth was... he was carrying me up the stairs.

Up ahead, the sound of a door creaking open nearly gets muffled by my dulling senses. His steps slow down, and the next moment I feel my body getting swallowed by the soft material he had placed me on. I try my best to open my eyes, only to catch a glimpse of a pair of blue eyes. Which reminded me of blue sapphires; and they seemed to stare down at me in worry.

Before I could gather the strength to form words, I get engulfed in darkness.

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Hayden Wren... wait. 

Hayden Wren?!

I awoke with a gasp, panting so hard, as I tried to calm my racing heart. The moment I was calm, I finally found the strength to speak.

"I had a nightmare about being in Hayden Wren's mansion," I say with a sigh of relief, and with my eyes closed. Not really noting the details of my environment yet.

"That wasn't a dream." I hear a deep low voice from my side, and my heart sinks to my stomach as I turn in the direction of the voice. 

I gasp as I stare at the most beautiful man I had ever seen. His blue sapphire eyes, and sharp pointed nose made his face glow like that of a god. His blue black hair looked like he had ran his hands through them a few times. His pink lips looked soft and plum, and I don't fail to notice his tightly ripped abbs and muscles. Even beneath his white t-shirt. 

I blink, "what?" I ask. Realization dawning on me. 

"Who are you?" I asked carefully, he gives me a blank stare with his arms still crossed over his chest.

"Hayden Wren." He said simply, like it was a normal thing to him. It may have been normal for him, but not for me. Those two words were strong enough to give me a heart attack. It was draining enough to maintain a calm and neutral expression. "The stranger..." He cuts me off.

"It was me." He admits, getting to his feet. He.. was the stranger? 

"I got you some clothes for now, go freshen up and get changed. Mr Ron will make arrangements for more clothes to make you comfortable." He said, his back to me before proceeding out the door. I just sat numbly on the king sized bed, baffled by everything that had just happened. 

Though, the biggest question still remains; what could have been his reason for sparing my life, even to the point of bringing me to his home?

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I wore a black long sleeved shirt over a white trouser. I walked out the room bare footed, feeling the cold tiles against my feet as I descended the staircase. 

The mansion was huge alright, the huge chandeliers did a great job by lighting up the place. I gasped in awe, scanning the place with a small smile on my lips. I couldn't help myself, as I studied the paintings which were hung on the wall.

"Like them?" A voice asked from behind, startling me. I jerk on my feet, stiffly turning around with my eyes wide. I sag in relief when I see an elderly man in a tux staring at me, waiting for my answer.

"uhh... yes." I say softly, and he nods in acknowledgment. "Mr Hayden has ordered you to have breakfast." He said, turning around and leading me to the dinning hall. 

I stiffen for a second, what?

"..."

He stops in front of a long dining table, it was so long; one would have to shout to the other one at the end to get a message across. I stopped beside him, my face slack in surprise.

What the...

"Have your seat, young lady." He requested, which I hesitantly took. He made a move to serve me, but paused frowning at my feet.

"Where are your flip flops?" he asked me, I swallowed.

"I... I mean... I don't have one; sir." I said, nervously playing with my fingers. "Mr Ron." He says in correction, causing me to look up at him.

 I give him a puzzled expression, "Call me 'Mr Ron', not 'Sir'." He explained, and I blinked in realization. Nodding in acknowledgement.

"Now, finish up your breakfast, while I go find you a pair of flip flops." Mr Ron said, leaving the dining hall as soon as he was done serving me. I blinked, staring at my food blankly.

I clenched my fists hard, feeling a rush of emotions hit me. I try to hold them back, but fail to hold back a tear that slides down my cheek; as I stare at the delicacy before me. 

How long has it been since someone other than Eva addressed me nicely? 

How long has it been since I had a proper meal like this?

I couldn't remember, and this made me feel sad and heavy. I couldn't hold it back and found myself sobbing quietly. 

As much as I dreaded to admit it, the truth was; Mr Hayden Wren was my angel. My dark hero even, and for saving my life, I will always be grateful to him.