Love is blind

CHAPTER - 3

I had closed my eyes but I suddenly heard someone shout. I startled badly as I was hearing my nightmare voice. I opened my eyes slowly and my eyes widened due to fear. I was in orphanage! My childhood was in front of me! I got near to my childhood and looked everything going on again that happened years ago.

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“Ava!!!” I heard an angry shout coming towards me and as I heard it, I immediately became alert and I hid. It was the only option in front of me. The more I could hide, the more I could shrink my body, and I could save myself.

I heard the sound of his shoes inside the kitchen. I covered my mouth with both my hands, so that even my breath could not come out of my mouth. The fear in me was completely dominated. I closed my eyes too.

It was 10:00 pm and his voice was echoing throughout the kitchen. Perhaps this voice was heard by everyone, but nobody was saying anything because they were afraid, even more afraid than me.

“You little b***h! If I find you here, I will f**k you before killing you!” My whole body trembled with fear from his words, but still, I could not come out because if I came out then his spoken words would come true. He will f**k me til I die. He will kill me, I know it.

After shouting my name for a while and searching for me in every corner of the kitchen, he left. As soon as I heard the sound of the door closing, I came out of hiding. But before coming out of the corner, I looked carefully, to check whether he actually left or not.

But I was lucky that he was not here. He gave up and left. He drank too much alcohol, and because of this he could not see clearly. He could not find me. The smell of wine was filling the whole room, as if it had been painted the walls with the wine.

I felt nauseous from the smell, but I still had no time for all these things. I immediately started climbing on top of a table and quickly gathered food. I was only eight, so I had to use a table. I was very short.

I collected as much food as I could in a short time. I was watching the door too. If he came back then I was dead today. I put some food in my pocket and I kept some food in my hands too. I ran to the door but the door was closed. But I should have known this; he would have closed the door, so I had already opened the window earlier. That dog also did not notice that the window was open.

I entered this room through the window, because if I entered through the door, all eyes would have noticed me. I threw my whole food pack out the window and jumped out. I picked up the food pack again and ran as fast as possible from there.

Avoiding the sight of peons, taking cover of darkness, I reached the room and immediately closed the door. As soon as I succeeded in my objective, I had a small smile on my face and I took a sigh of relief. Finally, I stole the food and brought it to the room. I looked back to see all my roommates. Everyone was looking at me and smiling. I could see hope in their eyes. The hope of getting food.

There was less looking at me, but more than seeing food, there was happiness on their faces.

“Ava!” All of them were happy to see me safe, and at the same time, I saw fear in their eyes. Because no one expected that I would come back alive. If I had been caught by someone stealing food, then today I would have died.

A girl came to me with hopeful eyes.

“Can we eat all this food? Is it ours?” she asked, and her eyes were fixed on food. I gave all the food to the children and said that yes, we all can eat food. They were happy to see these.

I distributed all the food among them, and there was nothing left for me. I knew that there would be nothing left for me because the food that I had brought was not so much in quantity, and everyone else was eating only half. They were sharing.

I was very happy to see them all eating. No one has eaten in two days, and they were suffering from hunger, along with me. I walked out of the room, walking alone in the garden.

I was looking at the high walls of this orphanage where we were captive, but not really captive. I mean, if we wanted to, we could leave the orphanage forever. No one was going to stop us, but we all knew that from here onwards we will not find a place to stay because we are orphans.

This is the largest orphanage in the city, and also the most famous. Millions get donated to this orphanage every year. Donations of money, and supplies every month too. They say they spent all of this on taking care of the children, teaching them, feeding them.

But all of these things are to show the world, and no such thing is done. Here, the more the children can be harassed, the more they can be moved with hunger, the more they suffer, the more they yearn to eat. They are not given food for many days. Here many children have become so weak from starvation, and many children become malnourished here.

And only the staff of the orphanage is responsible for this. Here, every employee is corrupt.

Here, from the person appointed in the big posts, to the people appointed in the small posts, everyone is corrupt and, while violating the rights of all the children, they fill their pockets with the donations given by rich people. They do not give food to us for many days, so I have to steal.

And I did it again. I have already received many warnings that if I get caught while stealing, then I will be punished in the harshest way, but what could I do? Today would have been 3 days without food, and some were going to faint from hunger, so I had to steal the food. It was my good luck that I did not succumb to the hand of that alcoholic, or else I could be killed, or something worse could happen.

There were many children who are older than me, but they do not dare to steal food because of fear of beatings. So they chose to bear the hunger, but I can not see them like this.

I knew what was going to be the result of my doing, but I had to steal the food. I was 8 years old, but many small children were between 5 and 6 years old. They could die because from hunger, so I did not care for my life and stole food.

He was drunk so often that if he came to find out that, even the morning after, that some food was missing from the kitchen, he would not see it. He was the bloody w***e of a dog with a higher post that was famous for abusing the kids.

Now that I had become more used to the beatings, my mind was slowly understanding this fear; the fear of that stick, belts, and other objects was nowhere in the mind.

There was fear in my mind, and I did not even know the name of it but that fear was definitely in one corner of the heart, which I always used to hide, and show others that I was not afraid.

I walked for 15 minutes, and it was about 11:00 at night. I was walking alone in the garden and there was no danger of peons, because I knew that no one would stop me here; all the peons were useless and lazy. They didn't mean anything to the children here.

Here, children were seen as mere money generating machines, so that these greedy beasts could grab as much donations as possible.

Suddenly, when I put my hand in my pocket, I realized that I had something in there. I searched my pocket and then I remembered that I had put some food in there.

There is a big smile on my face as soon as I saw the food because I was also very hungry. Today, I had good luck that I also got food. As I was about to eat that food, I heard some voices, and sounds, like someone was beating someone else with belts. I put the food back in my pocket and looked over there.

Following the sound, I reached a place where we were not allowed to go. It was the most frightening place here. It was no ordinary place, it was the house of the same drunk man, “The warden.”

His house was in the orphanage, but it was one at a distance too. It was forbidden to go there. I was about to leave, when suddenly I heard the belt sound again. It seemed likethe warden was beating someone, but why here? I could not control myself and decided to go. I knew I had made the biggest mistake of my life because if that drunk caught me, I would be beaten up badly. It was too big a house. But the voice was not coming from here, but from the back of the house.

But I could not leave anyone alone. I picked up a stone for safety. If he comes in front of them then I will hit him before giving any second thought. I walked towards the back garden to see whether the warden was in the garden or not, and luckily he was not there. I started walking quickly to find where the voice was coming from. I was following this voice in this big garden like crazy. At the same time I found a belt lying on the ground, which was the Warden's belt. I can never forget it.

As soon as I reached a big tree it was shocking, because there was blood everywhere. There was no one around, only blood. I took two steps away from the blood in fear. I never saw this much blood.

I followed the blood and saw that a boy was crawling on the grass, and suddenly his body rolled over and he fell into the pond. My eyes widened in shock. There was a pond in this garden! I never knew about it. It was a small pond, and now there was a body in it. His face was buried into the water. He was not able to swim because of the pain and wounds.

I pulled him out of the water with great difficulties. I sat beside him and I lifted his head and put it on my lap to see his face. There were a lot of injuries on his face, as well as a lot of injuries on his body. I understood that the warden has caused his condition, because he is the only one who beats everyone barbarously.

I was patting his cheeks lightly so that he would come to his senses, but he was not conscious. Then I noticed that he could not breathe. He was struggling to breathe.

Seeing this condition of his, I got very nervous, and I could not understand what I should do. There was no clean water available in this garden.

I was looking for help, but I could not understand anything. I felt so helpless. I looked down at him.

“Don't panic! I will find help for you. I will save you. Have faith in me. Wait for me, I am coming back," I told him. I was going to move his head from my lap and lay him on the ground, but suddenly he grabbed my arms. I felt his nails on my body.

He was looking into my eyes, and I realized that he wanted to say something to me. He pulled me near his mouth and I heard his voice.

“Save me….” I just heard only these two words, and don't know why, but I felt that I was going to lose him.

After saying this, he closed his eyes, and he did not open his eyes again. I understood why he stopped me from going. He also knew that no one would come to help him. No one…

Suddenly he was struggling to breathe again. I panicked. He was really not able to breathe. He kept looking at me and I felt that I was going to die, not him.

I handled myself and I started shaking him. I shook him many times. I slapped his cheeks many times as well, but he was still lying still, like a dead body. He had closed his eyes and it seemed that he would not open his eyes ever again.

I felt that if I give up his life, I will die too. I decided that I will save him. I leaned my face towards his mouth and opened his mouth. I started giving blowing air into him.

I started adopting this process continuously without stopping. I did it at least four and five times, but I saw that he was still not opening his eyes. He was not breathing. I was losing my hopes but still, I did not stop and continued to follow this process.

My eyes were tearing and tears were dropping on his face. At the same time, I was sobbing badly. As I was still giving him breath, I saw he opened his eyes and he was looking at me. He was looking at me with a blank expression that stopped my heart. I never saw eyes like those in my whole life. They held a blank expression, and I felt like he was a devil who wanted my soul. His eyes were trying to say many things to me. I could never forget his eyes.

Suddenly I heard that the warden was coming back, and if he saw him again then he would beat him again. He is a psychopath. I could not leave him to die.

“Hey, try to get up, I will help you,” I said, and he nodded his head.

I put his hand around my neck and helped him up. He was heavy. I brought him into the house and hid him in my room. It was night, so one was going to see him. I ran to the medical room and stole some medicine and painkillers. I did whatever I could do, everything so that I could save his life. I was sitting on the floor because I gave him my bed,, so I had no place to sleep. Now he was breathing normal. I do not know why his eyes were fixed on mine. I felt something different, as he was staring only at me.

“Umm… my name is Ava. What’s yours?” I broke the silence between us and waited for his reply, but I thought he did not want to continue.

“Ok, then you should rest. I am sleeping on the floor right here. Let me know if you need anything," I said, and got up from the bed but he held my hand and pulled me back. Suddenly I found myself lying beside him and he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“My name is Zetch… And you are not going anywhere… Ava...”

I heard my name from his mouth, which made my heart beat fast. I have never come in contact with any boy in these 12 years, but as soon as he put his hand on my waist, I realized something different. At the same time, hearing my name from his mouth brought a smile to my face. I placed my hand over my heart and tried to calm it down.

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In present :

I found myself standing in the same orphanage, and breathing was getting difficult. It seemed to me that I would die.

"Shh…." I heard the voice of someone who was trying to calm me down.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in the same restaurant. I was not in the orphanage. I breathed hard and my eyes had fear. I did not look at the person who was holding me as I knew who he was.

I felt his gaze on me. I can recognize him even if I am blind. I know he is Zetch. But did I get out of the orphanage because of him? I did not want to know what the f**k was going on with me. Why was I again and again seeing things like crazy? Why was I suddenly in the orphanage, and why am I feeling that he is the same person? I did not dare to look at his face, and it was good that my face was hidden by my hair. Due to nervousness and fear, my health was getting worse and I tried to move away from the man so that I could breathe, but my breath was constantly getting uprooted. Then he pulled me close and kissed me by opening my mouth. For 5 seconds I could not understand what was happening. This man was kissing me in the dark. And I knew who the man was. In my surprise, I forgot to breathe, and as soon as I came to my senses I immediately pushed him away.

I pushed him away from me without looking at his face and I was about to fall. I saw that he was again going to hold me in the dark. I saw his hand was approaching me. I got scared and moved away from him more. I looked around and I knew where I needed to run. It was good timing.

I ran away from there to the other side, and ran as fast as I could. I still did not see that boy's face because his smell was enough to tell me who he was. I can never forget his smel,l as he was the only man in my life whom I loved.

I could never forget him…

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