"AAARGH!"
My eyes automatically widened when I heard that loud growl. I got up because I felt something bad about it. I looked around the room and didn't realize that I had fallen asleep here in vintage room. because we toured his house yesterday and I decide to stay in here.
I left the room and went down the stairs. My eyes caught a man in the middle of the hallway, holding his head.
"L-liam!" I ran through.
"Liam! W-what---" I grabbed his arm to help him to stand up.
"SHIT!" I'm cheap; I curse, I can't do it.
I bit my lower lip when I saw that he is in pain.
"Please! What happened? "WHAT SHOULD I DO?" I shouted at him and caressed his head gently.
But he still hasn't stopped growling in pain. His jaws formed and his fist was pale. For a few seconds, I was surprised and pulled back from what he was doing.
"S-stop liam." I said, tearfully. "Stop."
I came closer and stopped his fists from hitting his head. I couldn't think of any other way. My body was telling me to reach out to him and stop him. My eyes don't like seeing it. It hurts. My heart hurts with every pain it inflicts on himself.
His fists were forcefully moving to touch me. I tied him tightly and tenderly. His face was on my chest and we were both on the floor.
"Does it still hurt?" I'm a fool, even though I know It's hurt.
But I want to know how he feels every second.
I wrapped my arms around his head and rested my head on his for protection. He accidentally hit my forehead, but I ignored it. What he is doing is very dangerous.
"Liam, stop, PLEASE."
Little by little, the punches of his fist became weaker until they weakened. A tear fell from my left eye.
"Does it still hurt?" I asked, but he didn't reply..
I slowly pulled away and saw that his face was wet, full of tears.
I carefully held his cheek and made him face me. I was depressed by his appearance. Then I felt something, like my heart is being torn. I catch his gaze until our eyes meet.
"Tell me, what's wrong?" because I'm so worried. He looked miserable and cr-crazy before.
He took a deep breath.
"It hurts here," he pointed to his temple, "and here," he pointed to the top of his head, "and right here," he pointed to his left chest.
And without a second thought, I hug him again. Maybe he will feel better. I kissed his head.
"Come on, rest first. I'll take you to your room. " I said.
"Vintage Room."
"What?"
"Take me there, please."
"O-okay." My answer
I stood him up, and with all his strength, he also stood himself up, because I couldn't because my leg was still injured.
After standing up, a bottle fell from his hands. like a medicine bottle. He was about to pick it up when I stopped him.
"I'll get back to that later."
"Yeah," he answered.
Then we went up to the vintage room. I took him to the room because he wanted to rest there.
I am very carefully supporting him. I'm afraid I might have hit something on his body, even though I didn't know, I am that caring that I might have caused him pain.
"Just take a rest." I said and combed his hair.
"Don't go anywhere." He has the authority to order, I smiled so much. Even though he feels this way, he still thinks about whether I will run away or not.
I shook my head.
I'm just here. I'm not going to run away. " I smiled at him.
"Hold my hand."
I frowned before offering my hand, but only this time I would give it to him because...I just feel sorry for him.
He caressed and kissed the back of my hand while his eyes were still closed. I'm just staying still.
"Can you add one pillow, please?"
It's three o'clock in the afternoon and he still can't let go of my hand. It was already sweaty because of his touching.
Every time I cook, he has to be with me. I don't know if he's acting or what, but my head is aching. He gives me so many orders.
"Thank you."
After I did his order.
He closed his eyes silently. I don't know if he is asleep. I would like to cook a snack for him—for me, because I'm hungry.
I sighed. Doesn't he gets numb holding my hand?
Minutes passed, and his grip loosened.
"Finally." I said softly, I got up, and I really wanted to cook. Should I just wake him up later or should I just wait for him to wake up?
Before I went out, I went back to him to kiss his forehead, but I stopped when I realized what I had done.
"Gianne? Seriously? " I said to myself and winced.
I went downstairs and exited the vintage room. I'm holding my wet left hand. That man is crazy and paranoid.
After I cooked the pancakes, I prepared the ones for Liam. Just don't he ever complain because this is the only food in his fridge.
I've washed the plates and removed the apron. I'll sit down and just rest for a while. Can't I rest?
I poured fruit juice into the glass and drink it all. When I put the glass down, I hit the bottle that was on top of the fridge.
That was the bottle that Liam dropped earlier, and he picked it up because he came with me and didn't want to be separated with, tsk. I said I would pick it up later. But since I was done, I took it. It was still inside and it was medicine. I opened it and smelled it. Smells like medicine, but it's weird.
There is no name or any tag wrapped around it. What is this for? Is this for his headache?
"Could he be stressed?"
I'm still staring at the bottle. No.
"Whatever." I lifted the tray and held the medicine. I'll just ask him. Even though I have no right, I just want to ask.
I went up again. The person who planned this house was just making people tired. What is the point of stairs, and why are there stairs in these specific rooms?
When I opened the door, he was still sleeping soundly.
I put down the tray first, and without realizing it, I left the vintage room. My feet took me to the open door. It's open and I'll just close it. This is the room I went to yesterday.
After closing, I was going back to the vintage room again when I stopped myself.
I want to enter that room again.
Not because I just want to, but that's the room that calms me down, apart from the vintage room. That's the only one I saw with a window and a beautiful view.
There's nothing wrong with just going there for a while. I looked at the door of the vintage room before entering.
I happily opened the room and ran to the window. I opened it and I was like a kid who just saw an amusement park.
When I thought about it, I suddenly felt weak. I remembered my son.
I won't stay here too long. I just really want to see the beautiful scenery, the imperfect sky and the sun's rays, and in the distance, the field and people plowing it. It's like I am going back to our time.
"It's just good to be here."
I took a deep breath and left the room. I didn't want to leave, but I remembered Liam. When I closed it, I froze in my tracks when I noticed the opposite door.
I shook my head and went down the stairs, but I heard a bang! sound I followed it, not outside, but right here! I went back up.
I looked in the hallway and there was nothing else, as in nothing. I peeked into the room earlier and saw the open window.
I sigh, "I thought something's here." The wind was strong and a wooden cup fell.
I fixed it and going to leave.
"AAAAH!" I screamed. I held my chest and kept my right hand on the bed.
I looked at him catching my breath.
"I woke up and no Gianne was with me." When he said, I know what he mean. I didn't know that he would wake up right away. "I thought you escaped." His eyes were dark and mad.
"So-sorry, I thought you would wake up later, so I de-decide to come here. For h-here." I pointed the window and lower my head.
"You can wake me up."
I got up, "I-I just can't do it," I saw the frown on his forehead and said, "I want you to rest, that's why I didn't wake you up."
When he saw that I was telling the truth, his frown disappeared. We went out and I was just behind him. We went back to the vintage room and he suddenly confronted me.
"Cook a pancake for me." He said that I was surprised. He scratched the back of his neck and I frowned at what he said. Is he shy?
"I cooked earlier," I said and opened the room, "Didn't you see on side table? I put it---" I stopped when I saw the crashed tray!
I couldn't believe I glanced at him before entering the room!
I looked at him again and I looked at the crumbled pancake. I wanna cry!
"What did you do!" Tearfully, I went to the tray and also saw the broken glass containing the fruit juice!
All my effort was lost!
"So-sorry. I th-thought---" I looked at him badly.
He couldn't look straight at me and was scratching the back of his neck. What a waste of my hard work! Did he think that everything I cooked and did wasn't just for him!? I'm hungry too, and and and---
"This is all the food left in the fridge. What should I cook!?" Tearfully, I turned to him.
Why am I like this?
Because I'm hungry!