Chapter Fifty-five

Chapter Fifty-five

I quickly turn to the direction of the door, feeling startled, and Brandon is right there by the door in all his glory, with his beautiful features imposingly exuding natural graces. He watched me seductively with an amused look on his face and I etched my back closer to the sink as he walked towards me, possessively, shutting the door behind him.

“How did you find me? What do you want?” I ask quickly with terror in my voice as I eye him suspiciously. 

He walked menacingly towards me with a grim countenance on his face. He wore a faint smirk on his face and his eyes cornered in dark humour, gleaming with an evil glint. I knew that look, it spelt both danger and distraction. Manipulation.

“Figures.” he said simply as he came over to me, just some inches apart.

“Why did you come into a male’s bathroom Miss Fields?” he asks humorously as his eyes twitch with amusement. He studies me methodically with an evil glint in his eyes, and I squirm under his intense stares.

“So you won’t find me.” I say breathlessly as I try to maintain a defiant look, staring into his overwhelming eyes, grey and seducing as always, even in dangerous moments as this. His tousled hair laid beautifully over his head, giving him a hot, sexy look, as some strands found their way to dote his handsome face.

He huffed at me, amazed. He smiled and this time, it reached his eyes. It seemed to be more genuine than all those stunts - ghostlike smile he gave my mom to make her feel he needed her approval to fuck me. Ugh! Like he even needed mine.

He inched closer to me as he grabbed onto the corners of the sink I was leaning on. I stood there animated as I watched his ever beautiful, ever mercurial face switch from a countenance of amusement to something close to worry or pain. He looked at me searchingly, like he could just tear me apart in one glance and read into my soul.

“Why have you been running away from me, Galena?” he asks in a squeezed voice, and I can almost feel his worry.

“Because I can.” I say haughtily, and he bites his bottom lip.

I look away from him to the other end of the room, totally avoiding his eyes. Suddenly, I felt like crying, just letting it all out, all that I had welled up inside me, the stress, the fears, the feelings, all of it, just let it all out. Why was I even running away from him? Because of some pictures that I am not even sure he took? What if he got it from those hooded men that day and I had just confused everything? Or what if he actually took those? What could be his reason? Why did I panic and run away? Or was it about what he said? That I had forgotten my place?

“Look at me.” He commands in a low whisper, and I impulsively look at him, still trying so hard to keep the tears that were welling up behind the pool of my eyes in check.

He watched me keenly and sighed exasperatedly, running his hand fiercely through his head as he moved away from me.

“What if something bad had happened to you? Hmm?” he asked angrily, facing me this time, “why did you never take my calls?” He asked again, glaring at me.

“Why should I take your calls huh? I was mad at you!” I screamed back angrily, and finally, the tears which had been suppressed for so long found a way to belt away from my eyes.

He looked at me confusedly, and soon, his eyes softened towards me. I wonder why.

“No matter how mad you are at me, take my calls, let me know if you’re okay, or at least where you are.” he said more quietly, but with a commanding voice.

“You won’t decide for me.” I say in a suppressed voice and he gawks at me again with an unreadable expression.

He walks over to me cupping my chin as I cry into his palms. He looks at me worriedly, with an unknown emotion pooling deep inside his eyes. Was this one of his manipulation tricks?

“Don’t touch me!” I say angrily, hitting him, but he won’t let me go.

“You! Annoying bastard!” I curse and he clenches his teeth, letting go of my chin but still staring at me intently.

“Why do you follow me around? Huh? Are you such a jobless maniac!?” I scream at him but he doesn’t flinch, but his eyes darken dangerously.

“How did you know my parents? Are you stalking them too?” I sob, trying to let the words out of my throat, “everything that has happened is between the two of us. Can you – can -you just let them b…” I say but my voice trails off with crying. I am too emotional to complete my sentence. I don’t know what his aim of investigating my family is, and what he hoped to achieve. Was he planning to hurt them? Was he the greater evil than Ethan?

I suddenly felt his firm, muscular arms pulling me into a hug, and I cry with my mouth muffled against his chest. I struggle furtively to pull myself from him, but he won’t let go, so I just aimlessly use my fist to pound against the firmness of his well sculpted chest.

“I’m only trying to protect you. Trust me.” he says assuringly in his deep, masculine voice.

“No you’re not!” I scream back at him, shaking my head negatively.

“I have so many enemies, and they may come after you because of me.” He whispered over my hair, trying the best that he could to comfort me. “And I don’t want any of that to happen.” He adds in a squeezed voice, almost apologetically.

“Why would they come after me? I don’t matter anything to you!” I cry again, hitting his chest painfully. 

He pulls me away from himself, holding me steady by my arms and looking deeply into my eyes with a sincerity and pain mixed together.

“You do. You matter to me. Don’t ever say that again.” he says more seriously.

Really? I matter to this mercurial man??