Chapter 4 ~ Memories
|| Ares's POV ||
Her response caught me off-guard. Honestly, I had every intention to let her go wherever she wished.
Her eyes stayed on me, unblinking as I chuckled nervously, looking away.
Dating her?
Well, this fantasy had been living inside me for the past few years but I never had the courage to confess it to anyone especially when I knew and understood that her heart belonged to someone else. Most importantly, I wasn't the type of guy that she desired or dreamt.
Shattered, broken, unfixable!
My response came out as an ugly laugh that didn't suit with my expression. Her brows scrunched together in puzzlement, eyelids failing to keep wide open for me. She was searching for the answer in my eyes but it was buried deep inside my heart.
I could say 'No' to her when my whole attention was always on her whenever she was around me?
My words came out suturing as I raked fingers softly through her messy hair.
" You..you aren't in your right mind, Princess. Let me sober up you first."
Her eyes immediately zoomed in sorrow. Tears began to prick from the corner of her eyes. I was startled momentarily until she sniffed and whinned her nose, accusing me childishly,
" I knew it! I..I..am not pretty.. like Kelly..You don't.. even.. like..me..No..one.. loves me..I know..."
With another low whining sob, her tears began to stream down naturally, carried every pain that she was trying to conceal from my attention.
Oh heaven! Nothing made me worse than watching her crying.
Her cries were like hammer, pouching and trying to break apart my heart into tiny pieces. Awestruck, it took a while for me to understand that what emotional insecurities she was having inside.
Ugly! She thinks that she isn't pretty, enough? Fuck! That person needs a mental check-up asap.
I approached her reciprocating, used one of my arm to shield her from failing. Her steps were getting clumsy and I assumed that she had emptied all the liquors from cabinet.
This immature girl...
Her tears rolled down through her cheeks, sliding few drops of them on my palm. I hussed her, trying to sooth the pain that she was having inside,
" Who said that you aren't pretty? You are a Barbie, Savannah. Finn never deserved you. Come on, let me take you to safer place. You are freezing cold."
Aria's room was the only place which I regarded the safest place for her. Honestly, I didn't want to send her back to that house where she could possibly wake up in next morning to find her cheater boyfriend.
A cozy feeling greeted us when I pushed the door open of my sister's room. Her pink walls glistened through the half darkeness. I switched on the light, staggering on my step as her heaviness suddenly caught me off-guard.
She fell asleep on our way back to house. She was mumbling, cursing Finn until the very next second, she fell asleep in my arms. The feeling was too foreign for me. After having her in my arms, my suddenly did a happy dance as if I had gotten the best prize of world.
I placed her carefully on Aria's crumpled bed which she didn't fix in years possibly. Apart from me and Aria, this house had always been empty. My dad who was in police kept visiting states for promotional reasons whereas our mom barely gave a shit about her children. She was into business which never successfully earned our sole attention.
Savannah rolled over the bed lazily after I put her down. Her long lashes rested on her stained eyes as she breathed peacefully. At least, she was forgotten about her pains momentarily.
My lips quirked up into a smile and suddenly, my brain was drifted back to 15 years ago. In this same place, I fell for the girl who blew my aching hands.
On that night 15 years ago, I was brutally beaten by my parents for breaking the car glass and locked up in Aria's room. And that night she slipped into the very room to look for the ball she had lost while playing with Aria.
She found me crying. I asked her to walk away but she sat there, helped me and healed me with her sweet innocent smile.
That was the first time we met. Maybe, it wasn't the right time to realize love but all I understood that I needed that girl in my life.
That dark stage of my life had long gone but by the time, we grew up as an adult, she found someone else. While I was too ashamed to admit that I had fallen in love with my sister's best friend, and was flitting around with different girls to hide my true feelings, my princess had found her prince.
That day, I saw her and Finn kissing each others passionately.
It hurts like hell!
My emotions were a tangled mess until I heard her groaning painfully. Looking down, I found her pouted lips, pains caressed through her features as if she was holding back something. Then, the following moment came out unexpectedly.
Her stomach made a shameful groan and before I had the chance to catch her, she rolled on the other side, vomiting right beside my bed table.
Fuck!
My brows scrunched together as I dodged away swiftly. Her sore expression relaxed after that and she returned to her comfortable position, going back to sleep again. But her dress had already stained, carrying the hint of her vomit that came out of my expectation.
I should have expected that! She wasn't girl into alcohol and having a mental breakdown, obviously she devoured without her limits.
My forehead was still tightening with disgust until my eyes laid back on her relaxing expression. I remembered that innocent smile and heaven, then I understood that I would still like her even if she peed right in front of me!
I had to weep the floor since Aria might come back late at night. Mumbling another curse, I finally put the broom away, coming beside her to begin my final battle.
Her body was smelling bad already. If I left her on this way, she would surely hate me more tomorrow. My eyes fell back on my rested T-shirt which I brought for her. Aria had a full cabinet of clothes but none of them matched with her length.
My princess had grown up a lot!
Hence, I found it the only final option to leave her with my shirt and returned on her side.
May god gives me all the self-restraint that I needed!
I squeezed my eyes shut tightly. Exhaling a long sigh of release, my hands reached for her worned clothes, fidgeting nervously since my fingers kept doing shaky dances.
So delicate!
My inner mind commented when my fingers brushed against her soft skin. I stuffed another breath into my air, promising myself repeatedly that I couldn't open my eyes. Other girls would have been crazy in knowing that I had changed her clothes but Savannah..my smiling Savannah..
I knew that she would hate me if she found about my hands on her!
Very fast, I ended up changing her clothes and quickly put my hands away. When I first opened my eyes to give her a final check, my eyes were rewarded with the view of her inner thighs. My shirt hugged her curves tightly,her thighs were particularly inviting as I quickly glanced away to keep my flying hormones on control.
Fuck!
After tugging her under the blanket, I returned to the nearby couch, climbing on to lay down. She was drunk and alone. It wasn't okay to leave her alone since no one was around.
Sleep drifted me soon afterwards and I had no idea how the night passed on so quickly. That night, I didn't hear from Savannah again. When the morning sun pricked through the thick curtains, my sleep was awakened by a consistent knock from the door.
I groaned, rolling on the other side but the knock kept repeating annoyingly. Clueless, I sat straight groggily, stealing a glimpse of Savannah on the bed who was still asleep. Too much alcohol had really left her drained out. But somehow, I was glad that she made it to sleep peacefully last night. Hopefully, a fresh sleep would make her brain working out wisely this time as she had to go through another emotional battle with her best friend and so called boyfriend later on.
My steps were clumsy on the doorway and when I opened the door widely, my eyes narrowed dangerously to find the most unexpected person at my place.
Finn!