Stay with Me by Awesomekristii (jenna bush book club .TXT) 📖

Caution: Violent and triggering scene ahead.

DELILAH

I damped a tissue under the cold water and dabbed it over my face being careful not to rub away the makeup I had put on. Looking back at the mirror, I couldn’t recognize myself under the heavy mask of makeup I had worn.

I closed my eyes, letting out a deep sigh. This wasn’t where I belong to. From being among the chattering group to the table, where the man was having nothing but lustful gaze over me, I felt exhausted and low. It’s not Damien’s fault. Nor was it his fault to be not there at the table. He couldn’t come to my rescue all the time.

All the issues reside within, and however much one blames the outside unless you resolve the tangled mess from within, you could never solve the outside.

I grabbed a few more tissues and pushed them inside my purse, ready to go out. Every fiber in me disagreed with the idea of facing the alien world outside but there wasn’t a second option for me.

I clicked open the lock, and walked out setting my hair with my fingers at it’s best. But what I or rather whom I saw a the end of the dark long corridor, ran my blood 

The same grey eyes.

I could feel the intense thudding of my heart, fear gripping each nook and corner of my being when I saw him conversing with a lady. My mind went blank, my hands cold and sweaty and my legs numb. Not knowing where to go, where to hide.

Everything seemed to revolve around me.

The more the second ticked by with him in a deep heated conversation with the woman, the more I tried to get my instant senses back.

I had to do something before they get to me.

And in the next mere w seconds, I saw his head turning a little to the sound, and his eyes falling over me. Under the dim light corridor I didn’t know if he noticed me or recognized my being. But how he turned his body towards me more, I knew I ,was a dead case.

Not thinking for anything else, I pushed myself inside the washroom again, before scurrying into one of the cabinets. I could hear my blood pulsing in my ears, the sound of heavy breathing and buzzing veins echoing everywhere.

I pressed my trembling fingers over my mouth with the best pressure I could, trying to calm my heavy breathing into a silence. My ears strained and pressed against the door, legs crossed as I sat on the bathroom floor.

The sweat lining down my forehead and neck didn’t even deem important when I stopped my breathing to hear the slightest sound.

Silence.

There was complete silence until the food burst open and I heard a deep gruff voice. “Where the fuck was she?” My hand around my mouth went numb at the possibility of him recognizing me.

“Who, honey?” I heard a lady's voice from the other side. There was shuffling all along, a few curses from him.

“No one.” He murmured, “I imagined.” and I tried to control the sound of the little sigh leaving my lips. There was some more shuffling before the sound of the door closing echoed.

I didn’t dare to go out, feeling the danger still lurking in there. I couldn’t believe anything. Not even my gut, or the situation anymore. Everything was going in a whirlwind I was unable to get out of.

My fingers trembled as I tried to click the cabinet open. My head peeking out first waiting for the same bulky man coming out of nowhere and getting me back to the to come as I in.

But nothing of that sort happened. Yet, in couldn’t heave a sigh I relief. Nothing could do that.

Relief and safe were two foreign words for me. And I supposed it would always be. I pushed myself to the basin again and opened the faucet letting the water fish out of it.

Cupping my hands under it, I sprinkled the water on my face, the thought of the makeup going out revealing my scars, going down the drain.

I couldn’t think of that when I could feel my ears on fire, the sweats over my forehead and neck, and the heat of the moment settling over me. All other thoughts were thrown out.

Closing my eyes I sprinkled some more water, to calm my nerves but the only image of the mere same eyes and the same bulky figure under the dim light corridor, was diggingmy views.

I couldn’t think straight.

A part of me pushed to dial Damien, because I didn’t think I could get out again with the same way I walked in.

I pulled out my phone and dialled, but it seemed my luck was in vain today. His call was only going in a voice call. I dialled some more times when it felt nothing was in my table.

Taking in a deep breath, I tried to stable myself to walk out of here. And possibly try to get into the main hall and search Damien.

With a mind map I had plotted, I clicked the door but it didn’t open as I had imagined it to. The lock stuck and I felt the cold sweat breaking onto my skin. I tried with the lock some more times but was in vain. Until I heard someone shuffling around outside.

I felt the same fear again. Was he here? I didn’t dare to call out for help, until the voice asked. “Who is there?” And I knew it was the voice of the man from the table. Lewis.

Despite the irritation and the unwillingness of me I pushed myself to ask him to open the door. There wasn’t a second option. “Can you please open the lock?”

He didn’t answer back, and I waited for a while. Until I heard the lock clicking and the door opening slightly. I grabbed the handle and pulled to open and was face to face with the man. “Oh it’s you.” I saw his lips pulling in a light smirk as he eyed me up and down.

I didn’t bother to thank him or answer and tried to walk out until I felt him grabbing my arm. “Where are you heading to?” I turned my head at him, the inner demons kicking in. Trying to overcome me with nothing but fear but I tried my best to take the situation to my control this time.