Fatal Love

Chapter # 4

It’s been a month since I have been assigned with bodyguards and there was no sign of me being a prey of any soul, still eerie numbness resides in my heart which I couldn’t help as it broke my heart but I tried my best to stay unaffected but to no avail, Irene’s detestable eyes are so lethal that every time I look at them, it made me want to gouge them.

I have never held such emotions for anyone ever but there’s something about her which is pushing me away, screaming to cover her eyes with either pure darkness or light, not gray which is unable to distinguish between the agony and the exquisiteness. 

I hate her existence, her eyes are so.. Pernicious. Desperately awaiting the day when I will be freed from the prison of her dead gaze, I prayed to God for it to be over. 

I don’t know why but I need liberation from all this. It’s getting unbearable day by day to cope with their bossy attitude and coldness. They are not humans, they are robots.

“It’s been a month, Dad.” I said, walking after my Dad in his office while he walked down the corridor, not listening to me while I was trying to convince him to please dismiss them. “So what?” 

“If I was supposed to be attacked, it would have happened.” I reasoned. “And what if they are waiting for you to dismiss the suites? I am not risking it, Damien.” He said, stopping in his tracks and turning to me. “Besides, why are you desperate? You were never like this. I expected you to be considerate and not a brat.” He shrugged. You wouldn’t understand. I thought and rolled my eyes. “I hate this woman.” I said, pointing at Irene who was standing at the corner of the corridor. “Why? What did she do?” He asked, perplexed. “Her eyes remind me of someone… I hate them… I hate her.” I mumbled, curling my hands in a tight fist, gritting my teeth. 

“Just because you hate her eyes?” He asked, arching an eyebrow in confound, “No! It’s… it’s…” I trailed off, not knowing what to say. “She reminds me of someone I don’t want to remember.” I spoke in a low tone. “Enough Damien.” His voice became strained. 

“I don’t have time for your baseless argument. You should also leave for work. Go.” He scolded. I opened my mouth to retort but closed it, knowing it’s no use because my words are truly meaningless. How can I hold detest for her for something she never did? 

Sighing, I went back to work with her walking behind me. Shaking my head to let out any negative thoughts building in my mind, I focused on my work solely, hoping it would ease the strange distress of my mind but to no avail. 

Throwing my pen, I cursed under my breath and leaned back on my seat, loosening my tie and rolling my sleeves. Why is something so trivial bothering me immensely? I shouldn’t be affected by this? What is happening? Inspiring, I close my eyes, rubbing my temples, desiring a lull which washed over me for a few moments along with a rush of apprehension, striking me with the irrefutable reality I never wanted to face...

“Promise me you will not lose hope.” I said, passing a faint smile to those lifeless hazel eyes which were once full of life. My heart thumped against my chest in misery, feeling ultimately repentant at my vulnerability, unable to speak further while shattering, I forced out a smile, “They will pay- me too.” I whispered, bending on my knees, not breaking my gaze with her broken ones.

Her chapped and bruised lips parted, wanting to speak something but no words came out, there weren’t any words for her consolation, to describe her misery. Tears brimmed in my eyes, desperately wanting to tell her the condition of my heart but there’s no cure for my afflicted heart. “I am sorry… I am your culprit.” I whispered in a croaked voice, letting a tear roll down, reflecting the devastation wrecking in my core. Why am I so pathetic?

Finally lifting her fragmented gaze, she tilted her head, with a shallow breath those eyes of endless ravage mixed with the reflection of death, concealed everything like a mystery and it crumbled me. 

“I am sorry… I am so sorry. I couldn’t protect you.” I broke into sobs, curling my hands in a fist with tears of destruction rolling down my cheek, stinging my heart in a deadly poison of grief, knowing an irredeemable mistake had been made and it took everything away.

… The radiance of her gaze… was no more...

I woke up with a loud gasp, breathing heavily along with cold sweat rolling down from my forehead. Losing my breaths, I clutched my shirt with horror sweeping off from my face, the extreme devastation stirred my mind, stealing my ability to think straight. Why did I have this nightmare after all this time? Why now?

I couldn’t fathom the dread which washed over my soul in mere eye contact. Touching my cheek I felt a tear present there with my whole being stopped functioning. Wiping the tears I couldn’t apprehend the consternation roaming in my mind. That is the only part of my memory I can't eradicate.

“Are you alright, Sir?” Irene’s voice came. Looking up I saw her emotionless gaze upon me. “Huh?” Panting I drank a glass of water and ran my hand in my hair, “Yeah.. I am fine.” I breathed out, lowering my head, closing my eyes and letting the tear hurting me to roll down.

“Seems like you had a nightmare.” She mused. “You want chocolate? It will ease your fear.” She offered. Furrowing my brow, I asked, “A chocolate?” 

“Yeah. It can help.” She shrugged, taking a bite. Scrutinizing her, I noticed she was there with Johnson, they were having chocolates, demeanour dead as always but she kinda looked cute when the chocolate left on the corner of her lips, guess she is a messy eater. 

I got up, wanting to get something for myself too but stopped at her, not breaking my gaze, “Do I have something on my face, Sir?” She asked, throwing the wrapper on the dustbin. 

I handed her a tissue, “You have some chocolate on your lips.” I told her. Making an ‘o’ face, she took the tissue and wiped her lips with it. 

“Um Sir. Lucas and Freddy are at the canteen for lunch. Shall I get you something from there, I am also going to get something.” Johnson offered. “Leaving me alone with her?” I asked. “She alone can compensate for us all.” He replied with a faint smile. Humming I motioned him to get me anything for lunch as he left me alone with the corpse. 

“Aren’t you hungry?” I asked, moving back and leaning on the table. “I have already eaten.” She replied. Humming I began to use my phone while she stood in the corner, hand on her back, head up but gaze down like always.

Souring at her eyes and looking away. And I know she knows how much I resent this look- her but it didn’t affect her in the slightest. 

Wait a minute, if I Can't make her leave then what if she wants to leave… herself? When this thought crossed my mind, a smirk came to my lips, grazing at her with malevolent intentions roaming in my mind. Licking my bottom lips by the darkness surrounding me, my mind was compelled to make her leave. 

Why such desperation for a pair of orbs? Why for her? It’s just a matter of look, then why am I so disturbed by it? Why does it make me recall that?

Pressing my teeth against themselves, I tried my best to stay unaffected, Her lips parted wanting to say something and she did, “If I may, Sir?” 

Humming, I motioned her to continue, “Which nightmare haunted you?” She asked. I quickly looked at her in a stagger mixed with a rush of horror. I don’t want to hear this from you. I thought with great hostility. I don’t want to recall those eyes which are similar to hers. 

“You know… something unforgettably menacing…” She continued. This is the first apart from work thing she said to me and it’s… this? A scowled appeared on my face when I heard it, 

“It shouldn’t concern you, Ms Ziven.” I snarled and looked away. 

“I am sorry, Sir… I couldn’t protect you there. That’s the only place I cannot save you from.” She said, Not only her eyes now, even her talks are freaking me out. What exactly is this woman? 

“What…?” I asked with an apprehensive gulp, shivering slightly in distress. “Your own self.” She replied as my heart skipped in the fright. Averting my gaze, I curled my hands in a fist, gritting my teeth. Unable to reply with her clearly terrifying words, deluged in the vast ocean of anguish, I remained silent, sealing my lips in ravage. My heart hurt, and I found myself alone in a dark past.

Glaring at her, I thought. You would never know my darkness. What do you think you know about me, Irene? You know nothing!

Before I could speak, the door knocked and Johnson came back and we went back to the nonchalant routine of our lives where they protected me from every harm which I continued to contain immense enmity for her hazel eyes of lost hopes, wallowed in the misery unknown to everyone…