My Lonely Demon

Chapter Four

“Will I find happiness their father?”’

“You have to find what happiness means for you”

Rosalie POV 

“We….I…We” stammering, struggling to say anything. 

“I should take him to hospital… I mean to the cops” holding the scared boy I look down. 

Is he really him?

He looks like him if only I could sneak a look

“You are here” the same voice which made me go crazy years back. 

Which made me do….. somethings

I shake my head. 

Did I hear him right? Does he remember me?

I look up through my eyelashes. 

“Still so curious maiden, your eyes, they lust for a look,” he says moving close to me. I could hear the sound of his steps making my heartbeat go up a million times. The smell of leather and cigarettes is still hypnotizing and sensual. My fingers are itching to touch the jacket, feel it on my skin. Maybe there is something more than the jacket that my fingers want to touch. 

“No..it’s not, it’s not like that,” I say still looking down. Four years, it took four years and I still wasn’t over him after a look, what if he goes again, just like that night and I never see him again. 

Will I be okay?

I move a few steps back. 

“I am going to take him to the cops” I hurry past him and almost slip when a strong arm grips mine. 

“Careful,” he says easily bringing me back to Earth. This time I rush out of there without looking back. 

We don’t talk with people we met in the past, we just stare and cross paths. 

With the last class coming to an end, I feel a headache close and immediately regret thinking about him all night. Smoothening my hair for the tenth time today, I apply some lipstick before moving to the cafeteria to have a coffee and meet with my colleagues. 

Damm, I didn’t think about what to say to them. I left them at High without saying a word. 

I take a latte for my headache and as I turn around looking down, I almost spill my drink for the second time this week when I hear a voice. 

“Before you try that pickup technique again” I hear a smile and look up, green eyes meeting blue ones. This time I notice a smile and feel my heart skip a beat. I smile in return. 

His smile is infectious. 

“Your smile, it’s beautiful,” he says making me melt at the spot. 

How do I stop blushing? I am in a cafeteria filled with students and teachers behaving like a high school girl. For God Sake, I am a teacher. 

“Thank you,” I say still smiling. 

“I don’t usually stalk but I make an exception for a beautiful teacher,” he says moving close and putting his arm around me like it’s the most normal thing to do. 

I look at him, my body not shivering by his touch, it seems relaxed, it seems safe. 

Yes safe with him 

An unintentional smile appears on my face again. 

What’s happening, I haven’t acted like this since I was in school and got a crush on someone.

As we reach a table, I see him waving at someone and it’s the girl gang I hang out with. 

Oh now I know, how he got to know about me. 

“Trust me for our second date, I will take you to somewhere fancy,” he says looking me in the eyes, his hands over mine slowly and I feel butterflies in my stomach again. 

I put a strand of hair behind my ear with the other hand while looking down. 

“Second date? When did we have our first date” I ask him hearing a smile in my voice. 

“It’s today, here” as I look up he is still gazing at me. Slowly he takes one of his hand behind his back and brings a rose in front of my eyes. 

“Rose for Rose” I giggle like a small girl falling for a handsome sweet guy. 

He looks like a movie star dressed in formals,  wearing a blue shirt and pants. The shirt is folded up, and as I look around every girl present here is checking him out. 

A hiccup escapes my lips and in a second he places a glass of water in front of my eyes.

Am I dreaming?

“Before you make an escape again…” I try to interrupt with an apology but he just waves his hand 

“I want to drop you home. I should do it after our first date. I want to be a gentleman” He says taking my hands in his as we get up. 

“It’s Milo, by the way, you never asked my name” I feel blood rush to my face as it turns red immediately. 

How did I forget?

The drive was smooth to the home. It was like we were in a movie with a sunset, cold breeze and the passing trees. With the romantic song playing in his car, it almost felt like a dream. There was no awkward silence. He made me talk and he talked a lot. Telling me things about him, about his school days, about his friends, about his trips. About his craze for bikes. We reach my home in no time, and suddenly my heartache. 

I am about to open my door when he comes in front and opens it for me. I smile again. 

Before I could react, His lips are on mine, taking me by surprise. My legs stumble for a second before regaining composure. His hands are holding my face. He stops for a second and looks in my eyes and on my lips, before kissing me again. This time his kiss is urgent and deep. I could feel the taste of coffee he drank, I could taste him. His hand moving in my hair, pulling me close while his lips are sucking mine. He releases my bottom lip with a pop, both of us breathing heavily. 

As I slowly open my eyes, I see him. My first love, looking at me.