Keifer's POV
One week passed. Jules is absent. She was injured. But by the time she should be here. Even she's not at home.
Martha and Loid went to meet her but she was absent after the day of hospital visit. They don't have any clue where she's.
I went to Dr. Smith for her information. She's also clueless.
The chaos goes on everyday. The notebook pages turned, pens scribble, cafeteria echos our laughter.
But she's missing.
Surprisingly Loid and Martha not tensed that there friend is not here. They come like normal days.
Marco created a group with the circle. I got her number from there. But she's not even online in the whole fucking week!!
There are so much.
One day I saw Loid talking with Ethan in the empty corridor of the building. But not politely. Fury was on his face, Ethan's face serious. Suddenly Loid grabbed his collar, his fist touched Ethan's face. He flinched, banged on the wall.
Loid screamed, " Stay away!!"
What's going on?
But moreover Jules absence make me tensed.
Why?
It's not normal.
I'm sitting in the class right now and thinking about all this.
Suddenly I see a familiar frame on the doorframe.
There is she!
Finally showed up.
But why she's looking like this.
She's looking pale. Dark circles under her eyes showing her exhaustion and cruel condition of health. She's even facing uneasiness while walking.
I don't know when I stand up.
She made herself to the bench. Finally settled.
Martha and Loid come to her.
As soon as Martha hugged her Jules gasped
"Aah"
Martha quickly let her go, worry in her eyes.
"What happened?"
"Nothing."
Something is wrong. She's wearing a high neck full sleeve top when she's sweating.
When Martha let her go, her collar was slightly moved. I saw red marks there. Not like a makeout more like torture.
"Why didn't you show up these days?"
I finally couldn't control my words.
She looked up.
Hesitated.
"I was hospitalised. "
We shocked.
Loid's friendly bickering turned into a protectionism in a flicker. He stood tall infront of her. Her head lowered.
"What happened?"
A thick, authoritative voice come up from Loid.
"It happened in a fraction of second. I was off guard, definitely casualties took me over. Injury was there. I protested as much I could. But consequences happened. "
Her voice was small, trembling, eyes wide and red. It left us in a haze about the circumstances. Before Loid could proceed Martha interfered signaling at rest of us.
Martha sighed.
"Let's go to Cafeteria."
We headed with formed confusion in our brain.
As the cafeteria air hit us the smell of coffee,snacks fragrance hit our nerves signalling us about the hunger.
We ordered food. My eyes never leaves Jules. She's getting into my nerves like a puzzle herself. Martha and Loid knows it.
When the order arrived.All started eating. Jules only spooning her froth on the coffee,looking at it absentmindedly. She's the biggest pizza and burger lover but she didn't even looked at it today. Seeing her like that I also lost my appetite.
The lunch break is over. We are heading toward class. The remaining classes the group settled with a surprisingly cool ambience that even shocked the teachers.
The final bell rang. We are heading out. All of us talking about the class test. Suddenly I noticed that Jules isn't there. After some time we all noticed. Without loosing time we headed the classroom.
Loid and I reached at same time. By the time we reached we found her there. But not alone.
".....don't you dare saying the word 'BROTHER'."
Jules's voice came out jagged.
Ethan grabbed both her arms in a tight grip with fury in his eyes. My eyes landed on Jules. Her eyes on Ethan with same fury, mind not letting her backing off. Her jaw clenched tight making her not let out the scream of her pain.
Before anyone could move Loid moved like a shadow. In a heartbeat Loid is between Jules and Ethan. His hand grabbed his collar then her fist connected his jaw with rage. Ethan hits the floor. Behind Loid Jules's standing. Her breathing is frantic.
"I told you to not appear in the perimeter of her shadow. And you son of a bitch grabbed her."
Again a punch hit his square of his face.
I headed towards Jules. She's looking devastated by the pain. Before she collapse on the floor I got her in a embrace, tight yet comforting.
All eyes on us. But now only she matters.She looked at her. She met my gaze with watery eyes but a strain of restraint.
"I'm getting her home."
Before anyone could even process I took her bridal style and walked out. Jules surprised at first then placed her head on my shoulder. Deeply sighed as relieved.
Jules's POV
The morning comes. I woke up on my bed still deciding about my decision for showing up at college. Finally I got up. The clock is ticking at 10:35. I overslept for the medications or maybe my soul got tired by the repeating circumstances and traumas.
How I couldn't move that day. My mind went blank, the defence questionable.
If I can't protect myself from the ghost of the past then how I can be a shield for the person from lethal wrath of the upcoming.
I was so guilt ridden that I forgot about the time. I moved fast. The cold shower helped me to collect the peices together.
After shower I stand infront of full length mirror putting a rob. The red bruises are peeking through my uncovered bodyparts.
I choose a full sleeve top with loose flare bottom as I don't want to disturb the bruises . And definitely don't want to be a Hot-Topic on my official second day of the college.
I rushed to my brunch,took medications. But my each steps works as a reminder of my body ache. I reached out basement. My car with driver waiting for me. I appeared at the class when the break already started, expecting the classroom to be empty. But the group was there.
As I step inside, I could feel a soft but intense eyes on me studying every detailing of my existence here.
My instincts are screaming with the name Keifer.
When I finally made out to the way to my sit Martha's got excited. She hugged me but I can't bear the instant pain that lay over all around. I gasped. The Watson spoke. I saw his predatory gaze on my body.
Not in a uncomfortable way.
I couldn't get it.
A Watson is born to rule.
The world knows they destroyed in love or destroyed love.
But Keifer is different. He's a Watson but with a softness in his eyes which make him different.
As I told them I was hospitalised I could feel questions in there eyes. Loid and Martha definitely got it. Martha stopped the conversation. We went to cafeteria with lots of questions.
I haven't touched food except my coffee. I know there's eyes studying me but I can't help. The relentless thought never leaving me.
The day comes to an end like that.
But my fate always loves to play with me.
After the final bell, all are moving out. I'm slow processing. But suddenly a face come over which I was ignoring and planning to ignore throughout my life.
Ethan Harrington.
I tried to ignore.
"Where were you these days?"
His soft voice surprised me.
I didn't turn back. I was heading forward but a strong grip hold my hand.
I squeezed shut my eyes to not let any gasp out of pain. I don't want to show my pain or weakness to a person who doesn't mean anything in my life.
But in a practice precision I escaped the movement.
My rage took over.
"Who the hell are you to ask about?"
His eyes are getting cold. But now I'm unshakeable.
Lay a finger on me and you're not ready to pay the price.
"You know who I'm. "
His cold voice comes out.
"Oh I definitely don't. I don't like remembering ungratefulness or cowering. And definitely not them who can leave anyone at the verge of death and move like nothing happened. "
My words ignite the fire on him.
He crossed the distance between us, grabbed my arms tightly. His eyes now burning.
He hissed, " There you go again. Always playing victim. Grandpa was right then. You definitely not made for us. You never belonged. You're never capable to carry the name of Harrington. That's why you're here now. Expelled. Eben now you don't have respect for me ,your brother or for any Harrington elders.
I could feel an ancestral rage is growing on my chest. My body is shaking by the rage. The past moving like a shadow. Tears want to come out but I controlled. To cover it up I screamed with my lungs out.
"I don't want to carry a surmane written by blood. I don't want to belong to the murderers. Don't youdare saying the word 'BROTHER'."
As I finished there was sound of boots then familiar faces come in sight.
Loid moved fast. Beated Ethan, warned him.
In this time I'm dying with internal and external pain. I was nearly collapsed but two warm,firm hands got my waist, anchoring me like holding my existence stable.
It's Keifer.
He took me in bridal style and moved without hesitations.
I sighed resting my head on his broad shoulder.
As we are reaching to the parking, the students are scanning us. Whispering got in the air.
Aren't they newcomers.....
He's a Watson....
Who's she.....
The whispers go off as we moved in his car.
He settled himself. I'm afraid to answer his questions.
But instead of questions he handed me a water bottol.
"Drink."
The authority is back. Honestly I want to have water. My body is exhausted.
I drank some.
The engine roared.
The drive was quite.
I have peeked on him fewtimes. But he's focused on road.
We reached.
The elevator was also silent.
As we reached the floor I expect him to go towards his wing but surprisingly he got in my wing behind me.
He crossed the distance between door and couch like he was there always.
I'm just watching him.
He makes himself comfortable in the couch.
Before I can say anything his cold eyes are on me following his authoritative voice.
"Go freshen up. We have lot to discuss."
I moved forward. I was guessing right.
"I think we don't. "
His one eyebrow goes up.
"Either you go by yourself or.....
A mysterious smirk on his face
I'll go with you to the bathroom. And the rest is history. "
Still keeping it smug. Wink at me.
I felt heat rushing to my face making a tomato-competitor.
I shot him a glare.
"You can't do that."
His smirk now turned into a triumphant smile.
"Don't you know my last name? I'm a Watson. I can do whatever I want. "
He's standing while speaking.
The old thoughts about Watsons rushed to my brain.
He moved closer, his voice dropping to an octave.
"But I don't do it with woman. And not specially with you."
After hearing the words I could feel the softness of something known.
His words with predatory gaze makes my knees weak.
Jules get a grip.
He moved closer.
Make my chin up softly, making me meet his gaze.
His voice is more husky now.
"Choice is yours."
We looked at each other. A heat forming between us.
Suddenly his hand moved from my chin to the back of my neck, brushing the hair away.
My bruises on there are visible now.
He looked at it an unadulterated rage and pain in his eyes.
My breath caught on my neck as he brushed his finger there.
I.....I go and freshen up.
Finally I made it in a thin voice.
He nodded letting me go.
I practically ran away as fast as I can.
Reached the bedroom, closed the door.
Thud.
Finally let go of my breath.