Chapter 57: Chapter 57
"Edith" I knock on her door but as usual I get no answer. I open the door and what I saw in front of me got me to the thunderbolt of the millennium. The complete closet was emptied on the bed. Her shoes, dresses, handbags were laying abandoned on the floor. What happened? I get stunned looking at the condition of the room. All the cosmetics were tossed to the ground carelessly, bearing the brunt of her anger. Her dressing table was broken and pieces of glass littered the complete room. So much of destruction in a matter of half an hour? Whatever the problem was needs immediate attention. The cot was grungy as I look ahead my eyes reach her at the corner of the bed. She was seen cross laid on her stomach with her head buried in a pillow releasing her tears in soft sobs.
"Edith?" A knot occupies my throat seeing her defeating form. I can stand anything under the sun but not her pain. The Johny Walker I consumed a while ago had started its effect on me. The room around me was doing somersaults. I try to take cautious steps holding the wall and reach her. "Go away." She shouts between her whimpers still dunking her head into the pillow. Even when I drink to the oblivion her one tear drop can get me instantly potent. Such is the power of her hold on me but I'm not the person going to confess it to her. "Not now, not ever Edith." I tell her sternly and force her to sit holding her shoulders so that I could look at her face. But the bold step cost me too high for it made my heart drop to my legs.
The effect of whiskey was long gone from my system looking at her razing features as if a bucket of water was spilled on my head. An immense temper accompanied by guilt occupied my soul. I was unsuccessful in keeping her happy - the sole and biggest defeat of my life agonize me. My speech goes in a spell mute meeting her eyes. They were bleeding tears with no trace of culmination. Her cheeks go Scarlett accompanied with a red nose and I felt a part of me died the day.
Not saying a word I grab wet wipes from the nearby dressing table, and start cleaning her face. My left thumb softly caresses her cheek while I treat her in a subtle way of consolation. "He...." She whimpers and rasps inhaling heavy. My limbs immediately go on an alert but I have a distinction in masking my emotions, the sole and most important trait that I was forced to imbibe to go successful in business as well as medical field.
He? Who is this bloody he?
In a display of insouciance I continue on my task of cleaning her face. I need to grab the answers from her in any case otherwise I wouldn't be able to sleep the night. "He tried to molest me, Sandro. He touched..." I couldn't stand her pain and hug her tight but continuing to stay silent. "He held my breasts and squeezed them." My teeth begin to chatter with uncontrollable rage. She dips her head to the crook of my neck and sobs. My hands go rigid around her waist in a recalcitrant anguish. I did my head down, my lips reaching close to her ear. "Did he ra...rape you, Sweet Cakes?" My voice slightly shakes fearing the answer she was about to give. I never felt this pressure, this feeling of belonging and an urge to protect so intense to anyone in the world but for her.
"No" Her voice was too fragile but thankfully I could hear her easing the cells of my body. Nobody dares to touch my Sweet cakes, and if he did then his life is over on earth. for this bloody filth not only messed but touched her too and he is now going to see the monster in me. "What is his name love?" I ask her showing calmness but nothing inside me was close to composure. "His name is Benjamin." She bleats grabbing my shirt tight in her fist like she wanted to crumble it to pieces, so strong was her fury. I can understand her body language like the back of my palm.
This rake would soon be taught a lesson but before that I need to know the entire story. My patience was running on a thin ice. Acting to stay sangfroid when my insides were on volcanic eruptions was a great risk I was taking for her. If I blast she would fear and run away and that was no option for me. "How does he know you Sugar?" I ask her as soft as I could. She mewls louder into my chest and I bring her to my lap tightening my hands around her waist in a vigorous suffer not to ventilate the beast inside me.
I could feel the heaving of her chest and the beats of her heart, so close was she resting on me. Her legs were surrounded around me in a circle and my hands were holding her waist, securing her firm in the position.
From wherever this shit started I am the person who was going to end this and that is determined.
"He is one year senior to me in my collage. At first it started with friendship. He began to accompany me to the library, cafeteria and then to wherever I go. I did not like his interference in my life, I felt claustrophobic and began to ignore him. Yesterday he held my hand and forced me to kiss him. I pushed him away using all my strength, wisdom and gave him a warning not to mess with me. I told him I'm a mafia princess but he refused to listen to my plead."
My lips go in a thin line shaking in a spleen. "Today...today he cornered me in the empty collage auditorium and..." Her bawls were intractable in a quaking mess. "Sweet Cakes I kiss her head trying to reduce her agony but it was of no use. I did not know what to do to stop her cries. The only immediate solution was...I tilted her head up and attached my lips to her. It got her to a surprise and for a few moments she stopped her wails stationed in the position we were in, then lands to soft snivels again. Damn Benjamin, I will see your end. I bring my hands to the back of her head from her waist and deepened the kiss. My tongue traversed her mouth and gulped away all her whimpers.
She circles her hands around my neck delightfully getting absorbed in the kiss and followed the movements of my tongue. My hands explored her body in a felicity bringing her closer if it was possible. She fits perfectly in my arms. It was a kiss of sweetness filled with passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into a moment. My tongue swirled and played inside her mouth sucking away all of her delicious juices. "Sweet Cakes you will never cry like that...never ever again." I tell her between our kiss rather in deterrence and attach my lips once again to her.
It wasn't just a smack on the brims but the promise of realness, the primal desire that ignited a spark in me, something that said we were FATED for each other. I hold Edith's face in my hands and clean her tears on her cheeks. "Edith, promise me that if there is anything that goes wrong with you in future you will inform me immediately rather than destroy yourself like this." I look around the room and meet her eyes. She embraces me in giggles. "Of course I will but I want another kiss now." She tells me going grumpy.
She wasn't my first kiss. I had kissed several girls in my past and even slept with many of them but the canoodle with Edith was of an unparalleled passion. It felt like the promise of several years and the sweetness of awaiting real love. It was steeped in a ardour that ignited in me a speck of inscrutable proclivity. There was this irresistible pull that described me a felicitous connection between us.
I push away the hairs off her face and kiss her again honoring her request thereby licking away all her sorrows. Bringing the dinner plate I start feeding her in small morsels and felt grateful the exercise goes without a hitch. Her eyes start drooping and I chuckle. She is so cute...she goes with all of those pretty acts so naturally that any man on earth can fall on his knees for her.
Pushing the plate on the bedside table I carry her in my arms to my bedroom. No way was she going to sleep here. Tomorrow after my servants clean her room and all of her things replenished with new ones, she can re-occupy her bedroom. I bring her a fresh night wear and tell her to change it. As usual she goes testy. She is always an examination to my patience but this time I am not the one to complain. She might have gone too exhausted with all that crying.
I close my eyes and help her change with the attire. Placing her gingerly on the pillow, I cover her with a blanket and was about to leave to look after the issue of the asshole but she wouldn't let me go. Snuggling closer she holds my hand and rests her head to the hollow of my neck. How am I to deny her? My Sweet Cakes would get everything on earth that she desires. I pull her close to me and land my chin above her head but with a determination in my mind.
Benjamin tomorrow is the last sunrise you are going to see.