Jules POV
As soon as I told about my ankle twist, The next moment I felt like i'm in the air. Keifer Scoop to me like I'm weightless. Again?I could feel the heart racing in my ribs. Ahh! I try to look him with the corner of my eyes, he doesn't have a single crease in his face, like he hadn't lifted me or walking through with my weight!.
Outside the bar, in the parking, he placed me in the car, but I soon realised this is not my car. He closed the door, come along and sit on driving sit. I turned to him. He's now staring me with one brow up. I cleared my throat
"Why I'm in your car? If I leave with you what will happen with my car? "
I broke the eye contact, stared straight, And I don't want to bother you!
His grip tightened in the steering. Then his deep voice comes out.
"It's not about your botheration. You are injured. You can't drive now. Loid will take care of your car. So now relax for now."
The engine started. I settled myself in the passenger seat like I have no life left in me. My eyelids are being heavy, soon I closed them.
Keifer's POV
When I lifted her, I felt like no weight! Is she starving for months? But my hands perfectly fit on her body, like they belonged there. I could feel her softness again. She's like a cotton ball in my arms. When I placed her in my car I'm sure she was dumbstrucked. I closed the door. I placed myself in the driving seat. But i could feel her gaze, i turned. She is ridiculous. She wants to drive with injured leg. I don't know why I'm doing all this. But I could feel my increased heartbeat whenever I'm closed to her. While driving I stared once, she is dozed off.
I parked my car. She's still asleep. I think for sometime, come out and again carried her to the elevator.
When we are in the elevator, she slightly moved, moved her her to the crook of my neck. I can feel her warm breath with a warm vanilla note mixed with vodka. This is intoxicating. The situation is going beyond my control.
Pervert!! You Keifer.
She's passed out. Shame on you. Shr moved again. This time she's looking at me,her eyes are blank. Soon tears filled. The elevator stopped. I come out of it, headed toward my appartment.
We come inside, still she's in my hands. I reached my bedroom, placed her in bed. I'm looking for first-aid kit, she looked like a lost puppy sitting in my large bed with teary eyes.
When I reached her. I slowly removed her heels. Suddenly she shrinked, moved towards the headboard, constantly inaudible mumbling. I again reached for her, this time her eyes filled with fear, a cracked voice come out.
"Please don't hurt me. Don't punish me. I'll be good girl. Please..."
Her mumble goes on. I'm completely clueless. Again her words changed, this time fear comes with fury.
"I'm not for bed entertainment. I'm not your toy. Please leave me. Don't touch me...."
Her words feels like pinning my heart. I don't know why it's feels similar, an ache is growing. My breathing fastened. I shook my head. I have to take care of her. She's injured physically and if I'm not wrong emotionally and mentally as well. But that needs time to heal. The ankle should be treated first.
Again I reached out for her. She back off but no space left behind. I touched her hands on her hands which cluching her dress over her thighs.
A soft , unfamiliar voice came out of throat.
"I'm not going to hurt you. Not now or never. Please believe me. I want to treat your wound. "
"No you'll. You will tie me I know. You will burn me with cigarettes."
Every word coming out from her mouth feels like burning alive that monster. How can hurt an angel like her. She is pious, feels like most sacred in the world.
I don't know why my heart feels like this but I know that's true.
Without any word I hugged her. She jolted. Scratched me with nails. I beard the pain.
"I'm not gonna heart you. Believe me me please. And not gonna let anyone hurt you again. Please give me a chance. "
She cried even more. I didn't let go her. Hold her till the time her crying turned into sobbing. Now she's just sobbing and clinging to me. I slowly detached her from me, placed her gently by the pillows. I moved towards her legs. Looked at her eyes before touching, a fear with suspicion is still there but I touched gently. She ounced.
"Ouch!!!"
"Let me do it. I promise it won't hurt more."
She nodded but sobbed.
I gently cleaned her feet with wet towel. Applied pain relief ointment. Crapped her ankle. Through out she's looking at me with wide, teary eyes. I moved with a worshipping precision like my breath could hurt her.
After completing I handed her medicine. She looked at my palm next me. Then sceptically she took it. I laid her down, caressing her hair. She looked at me continuously until her eyes and body gave up for the alcohol with medicine and mental exhaustion.
The morning comes smoothly, the rays entered into the room like owning the place. Keifer is the first to woke up.
The rays make him woke up. He was figuring out what is the situation then he felt a pain on his back of the neck.
Keifer's POV
I got the pain for sitting here all night. I don't remember when I dozed off here. I quickly remembered about last night. As I turned my neck the pain started showing it's presence, but the scene I got maybe one of the best morning. She's sleeping in my bed, holding my hand, her face relaxed and a cute pout is there. I was admiring her. Suddenly I remember I should move myself before she wakes up and be embarrassed. So I headed towards shower.
As soon as the cold water touch my skin a felt stings in my arms and chest. I looked at the mirror and there are scratches all over like an angry cat put out her fury over me. Then the night comes in my mind...her fear, the trembling hand, the words. I felt an urge to break the bones of that fucking bustard!!!
Jules's POV
I opened my eyes and the bright sunlight hit my face. I hate it. Instantly I covered my eyes. Some memories hit my head, I snapped open my eyes, sit like like a spring. My head is paining like my brain cells all are protesting with hammer for using too much of it. Jokes apart. I clutched my hair, see around.
A quick realisation. It's not my room. Where I am??
I quickly checked my clothes. No changes and no uneasiness. A only pain in my ankle. Why?The last thing I remembered is I was in Keifer's arm after the fall. I quickly removed the duvet over my body, my ankle is craped.
Who has taken care of me? How? After getting drunk? Is it possible?
I looked over again. The interior is screaming of comfort, expense and unique taste. It must be a boy's room and he is a black lover.
But who is he?
Keifer??
No no no....
He can't see me like this. After night of getting drunk, I look the worst. I need to move first.
I tried to run out of the bed.
Instant regret. My injured ankle touched the floor, the pain grows. I lost my balance, got ready to sacrifice my waist. I closed my eyes. All beautiful memories are in front of my eyes.
Then.....
Thuk...a door opened.
A strong grip placed on my waist. My hand instinctively reaches for support for the grip.
My eyes snapped in surprise.
The eyes met.