Later that night, she sneaked into the library when everyone slept. The dreading dreams didn't let her close her eyes so she decided on waking up until she could. Her mind had been occupied all day by all kind of thoughts. She was becoming despondent each day for her freedom, for the truth to reveal itself from the past, him to let go of her once and for all. But it became crystal clear with each passing day that he had no such intensions of letting her leave so easily and any too soon. He wanted to torture her to death without telling her the exact reason behind his torment. She became so eager that night to get that diary back, that she made up her firm mind to encounter him again on this subject and let her see how far he can cross anymore limits. She grew impatient since the day she opened her eyes in the hospital. The thing which solely belonged to her and her mother, he had no right to captivate it and then hurt her in the most cruel way

The curtains were pulled apart, and sun light was now invading the whole room. The white bedsheets and cleaned room, everything was back in its place. She was nowhere to be seen but a faint scent of hers was lingering in the air, as he took a deep breath. Turning the cold shower on, the water poured over his well toned muscles as he ran his both hands above his forehead and then into his hair. The water made him feel relaxed, as he closed his eyes in determination. He remembered every tit bit of the night he spent with her. Obviously he made it so memorable for himself, and after all it was a different experience. It was not a one night stand he had with random girls at hotel before or even with his ex. It was something different. What he experienced was not just thrilling but involved tenderness too. Somewhere it felt warm and affectionate. But however she did not experienced the same thing, and he was sure about it. It w

Thirty days on bed had been very difficult for her. All she had to was to lay on bed, go to therapy and then again lay on bed. She didn't talk much to Amber these days because she was very much upset with her. She knew that why she attempted suicide yet she didn't help her to escape this house. The time had been very difficult for her, as she couldn't disclose this to her therapist that she had been raped. Her bruises faded and she slowly started to come back to life again but still she had anxiety attacks sometimes at night or even in day when someone else tried to interact with her except Amber. But all the while she wondered where Dawson was. She didn't wanted him near herself but still curiosity was what kept her thinking about him. After a few days she realized that he left the house for some business. And she prayed every night that he won't come ever. *Dawson had spent each day in frustration. He couldn't go back and his c

It was the only night when he actually slept beside her. Enclosing her in his embrace, he felt the most comfortable man. He didn't realized when sleep took over him, but she was awake. After experiencing another dread dream, how could she sleep?She should've tried harder, how she let him use her again? She kept blaming herself as the tears brimmed continuously. How can he manipulate her so easily and she fell another prey to him. Everything happened in a blur, but one thing was certain, his touch marked her soul. Not that she is ever going to forget it. The way he let his hand expose her was something too unique, she never felt before. Only if his touch had love and rightful, she wouldn't have minded it. But the things he did was indeed sinful. When she realized that he was in a deep slumber, she escaped his hold and got out of bed. It was almost 04:00 am in the morning. She took a bath and didn't dare to look in the

He was feeling restless in his room. Jason already left to sleep after his whole session of blabber, which he had to listen on purpose. He got up from the bed and put on a sweatshirt. He still couldn't believe how he peacefully slept beside Ruby the other night. What did she do to him? His maximum sleep hours were to two to three and might exceed to four if he become lucky after listening to medication or taking a therapy. A little bead of sweat appeared on his forehead as he didn't wanted to process where he was going, although he was aware of the direction. She must be asleep by now, he assured himself. But still he had the urge to lay by her side and see if he could really get a peaceful sleep. Hands tucked in the pockets of his trouser and shirt which clearly showed his body cuts. He had always been this handsome, everyone used to tell him and there was no woman who was not charmed by his personality.