Besotted novel Chapter 48

The sky was billion pure eyes of light as if the darkness of night and the light of day has come together to look beautiful. It was dawn and I was still standing in my balcony looking at the never-ending vast sky that reached beyond and looked beautiful. Contrary to what my life was.

I thought I have been living a beautiful life. Being independent and doing whatever I wished to. There was no one in my life and at a certain period of time, I was habituated to it to the point where I didn't even think it necessary to let anyone know what I wanted or felt. Sometimes, I did think of it, how my life would have been if I were with my parents. Surely, I would have got those balloons, icecreams, and toys that every kid got but not me.

Back in the orphanage, we made our own toys, got icecreams only when there was an occasion and balloons were like dreams. None celebrated their birthdays. It was like they didn't know or did not want to. I was the latter one. I knew my birth date but never spoke about it. At a certain point, I gave up thinking that I was separated from my parents and fell off into the river, but ended up thinking perhaps my parents wanted to get rid of me and it was why they abandoned me or threw me into the river.

Had I ever thought of this, then perhaps, it would have easier to get a hand on Giselle.

That vile woman lived a harmonious life, after killing three people and getting away from it. My parents and neither Mr. Oliver deserved what happened to them. It happened only because of Giselle's wicked mind and I would be damned if I let her let the hooks easily.

I had forgotten things, but that didn't mean it reduced the pain and suffering I had to endure all these years. Now, I blame Giselle for the life I lived. If it weren't for Giselle then I would have lived my life with my parents, happily.

"What are you doing there?" I heard Caleb's husky voice as I felt him behind me and leaning down to me, wrapping his arms around my body. I smiled as I felt him rubbing his face on my neck and he inhaled deeply tightening his hold on me.

"You are so cold. Get inside!" he said and pulled me inside as I looked back at him with a smile.

"Good morning," I whispered and he smiled leaning down for a hug.

"Good morning my sweetheart," he chuckled as he hugged me tightly.

"How are you feeling now?" he asked and I understood what he was talking about. From the time, I remembered my parents and their death, I have been crying and sobbing nonstop. It was as if, my eyes had a mind of their own. They were glistening with tears and I cried myself to sleep last night. On top of that, I have been hallucinating things and screams and agony of people.

My mother's screams were ringing on my ear and that hurt me the most. It felt like a mental torture. Caleb had been worried for me and after thinking about it, I decided what I was supposed to do in order to stop hallucinating further.

"Yes, I am feeling much better," I told him and he got back as he looked down at me.

"I will make you some coffee," he smiled as he caressed my face and walked past me to my kitchen counter. I wrapped my shawl tightly as I turned to look at him. He was shirtless and his track pant hung low on his waist as he searched for the milk jug in the fridge and moved to the counter searching for the coffee.

He had been staying with me, taking care of me since the time I came face to face with my reality. And I was growing worried for him. Because he seemed to be in a lot much pain than me as he saw me suffering and couldn't do anything for me. On top of that, he has been focussing more on me and I have seen his phone ringing violently. He has been ignoring his work just because of me and that made me worried.

He was undoubtedly workaholic and if he keeps on pending his work then he would definitely end up spending restless and sleepless nights working in order to cope up with the pending work.

I can't let him suffer because of me.

But I also wanted to avenge my parents. I didn't care the last time when she attacked me because I thought it was not that reasonable but now when I know the reason, I want to fight, not for me but for my demise parents and avenge their brutal murder. I can only imagine, what they had felt when they saw me the last time. Their dreams and love sank down with me and had been with me all my life.

"I want to go back to the states," I said and saw as his back went stiff and he turned to look back at me.

"I refuse!" he said with that stern look on his face.