Kill

Author: lostinmyworld002

2020-09-24 21:58:57

I stopped abruptly. I did not turn around.

"Who raised you?" I asked neutrally.

Maybe I got more out of him if I showed him that this wasn't about feelings? So I stayed cold accordingly.

"Teacher. Employees. He replied, if not colder than me.

"You were ... are you rich?" I stated and looked over my shoulder.

"You can't say it like that.", It came back from him.

I finally turned around with a fake smile.

"Apart from your tendency to kill, I'm convinced that you have become something even without your parents." I said softly. I let him stand, but outside the door I heard him say softly:

“No, Nyria, nothing came of me. Nothing but a fallen angel. "

...

The following night I dreamed of angels, fallen angels and black wings. I woke up panting. I had the image of Zayn's back in my head, on which two long and deep scars had been embossed. They pulled from the beginning to the end of his shoulder blades. I didn't know why he chose the comparison with a fallen angel. Neither did I know why I had such a dream.

"Are you okay?", Zayn asked softly against my ear. I just nodded, unable to say anything. I had been completely off track for days, but only now did I admit it to myself. It was only since this almost completely strange man was here that everything was different. There was something about him that I liked. Maybe it was the mysterious, maybe just his good looks. I began to think about how to proceed now. He had been here for days, but neither of us got a step further. We lived past each other and yet it seemed as if we were dependent on each other.

"What was the dream about?" Zayn spoke up again.

I swallowed. I wanted to ask him something, but couldn't really bring myself to do the same. At some point he nudged me, which is why I dared.

"Where did the two long scars on your back come from?"

I felt his body stiffen and knew immediately that I would not get an answer to this question.

"Just so much ... It was my own fault," he muttered.

A few seconds passed, then I sat alone in my bed. I watched him, fascinated, as he got dressed. I watched the muscles play under his skin in awe. As mean as he could be, when he didn't want to talk about himself he looked incredibly vulnerable. Did he know that?

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He suddenly shouted at me.

I winced. Did he feel my piercing gaze on his back?

"You are a mystery to me, Zayn Vaher." I mumbled and let myself fall back into the pillow. A look at the clock revealed that it was only six in the morning.

"What do you mean?" He asked suddenly.

I slowly raised my head.

"Well." I hesitated. “For a moment you try to scare me with this“ killer number ”, then you say something about yourself that makes you seem vulnerable and at night you hold me lovingly in your arms. Do you have any idea how confusing it all is? "

I saw the speechlessness, the confusion and the anger that I had even dared to speak these words in the first place. There was an icy silence for a few minutes. Then the handsome man broke the silence.

"Do you know how weird you are?" He sighed. “You are so incredibly sensitive and fragile and yet you pretend to be cold and aloof. You don't want anyone to get too close and hurt you and that's why you put on this mask, which I honestly find pretty ridiculous. "

After his speech, I could understand why he was staring at me like that. I was doing exactly the same thing now. After regaining my composure, I stared at him.

"You don't care how I am and what I make of myself, just as I don't care that you kill," I replied defiantly, whereupon he apparently couldn't suppress a laugh.

"You're unbelievable!"

Again we were silent. I had no idea what to say and apparently neither did he.

“I refused something, that's why the two scars on my back. In other words, if I had obeyed, they would not be there now. "

His sudden words made me sit up and take notice. Although I was racking my brain about what exactly might have happened, I just looked at him understandingly.

“You shouldn't let the will of others be forced upon you. I'm sure you made the right decision. ”I muttered and turned away again. I could feel his gaze on my back, but didn't turn back.

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