The deed was done. Sharmaine cannot go back now; she was now trapped. Her excuses were no longer effective, and when she knew this, her heart sunk deeply. She wanted to cry, but no tears formed. She thought, his kisses felt good, and it was enough to make one's mind turn into a white mush.
She gently touched her lips. "I wonder why," she muttered quietly as she gazed through the window. The rain had suddenly poured—a very unlikely phenomenon to happen, for the sky was just clear a moment ago.
She then glanced her eyes to Denzel quickly and realized that she had given up something important for this man—a man she never had feelings for to be frank enough. Sighing at the thought also did not help as she squeezed her belly lightly. That bastard may or may not have planted his seed into her.
She shook her head. "No way. There's absolutely no way," she muttered to herself.
They got home after the sun had just set. He glanced over to Denzel, who seemed to be extra irritated for one reason or another. Thinking back, he took longer to go down than any other day. On the way to her room, Denzel's door suddenly opened and smacked her in the head. She almost fell to the ground, but luckily, she held onto the railing. Slowly, she descended to the floor, dazed as to what had just happened.
Sitting up made her feel dizzy as minimal blood dropped from her forehead. "Ah! I'm sorry. I'm okay!" Denzel stared at her. He crouched down and met her eyes.
"Hey, aren't you doing this on purpose?"
Sharmaine was stunned at his question. Wasn't he supposed to say 'sorry'?
"W-What? Why would I purposefully hurt myself?" Her breathing raced; the tension thickened around them.
"Just so that we're clear, you should know who you work for," he said as he stood up to leave.
Sharmaine's thoughts could not grasp the situation. She did not know what on earth this man was saying, or what he meant by that. She soon had realized that maybe she'll regret her choices. After all, she gave up the only thing she had to do a 'favor' for Denzel. She stood up and ran to her bathroom door to examine her wound yet again.
"Really? I just got injured a while ago, now I am hurt again?"
She gently rinsed her face, lightly rubbing her fingers on the abrasion. It stung a lot but she had to endure it. Patching herself up was what she did in the duration of the night. She hadn't even washed up her body yet, which made her sigh.
"Why are so many things are happening?"
After washing and dressing up, she went to bed, disturbed by the fact that Denzel had said something weird a while ago. She stared at the dark ceiling of her room and wondered why was her life this complicated.