Olive's pov
"Get in" a deep voice resonates in my ears sending a wave of shiver throughout my body.
My eyes catch the glimpse of wheels, it is a car.
Was I that intensely delve in contemplating that I couldn't even recognize a car that stopped in front of me?
I hesitate a bit, should I look up and accept my fate or just ignore the fact that I heard an intimidating command?
But these thoughts don't reside in my brain for long as I suddenly jerk my head to meet my destiny.
It's.. it's….
My mind is agape, am I dreaming, is it true?
My expressions contort.
Maybe my eyes are bleary from all the tears brimmed up.
I wipe off my cheeks and push my hair out of my sight to get a better view of the scenario before me.
I even shake my head to clear my mind if it's being delusional.
I let out a deep breath.
And then face the truth boldly.
It takes me a moment to acknowledge the fact that my senses are not deceiving me.
I am saved actually!
No wait, why am I biasing?
That's the same man who abandoned me in the first place.
Yeah right, he is Mr. Cruel.
The cold broody heartless arrogant...
Wait is he staring at me?
I tilt my head and try to read what is going on in that mind of his.
He drifts his head in the other direction breaking out eye contact.
"We don't have all the time in the world", words that are barely perceptible come out of his mouth.
My mind is racing with thoughts, emotions and is being decisive; while my body is moving on its own.
Everything happens in the blink of an eye.
I am lifting myself up without even giving it a thought.
"Help her" he says and the driver comes out to lift me up properly.
See this is what happens when the mind and soul don't work together, you can't even get up decently.
It is only when I reach the car door that I consider.
Was my cover blown? Was I recognized as the imposter? Is he taking his revenge? Should I trust him?
But eventually I decide to go with the flow.
The inside is hard to explain.
I rest my back on the posh leather seats, it is so comfortable. The scent of pure leather lightens my senses.
I don't even enjoy this cozy shelter for long when reality, the present snatches me out of my dreams.
My phone is lying dead in my hands; I try to recall lily's number.
The process of remembering something is always accompanied with either my legs shaking or hand twitching.
"I didn't get you name last time" his voice echoes in the silence.
So I was right, my cover had already blown; no doubt he acted so recklessly in the first place.
I resist giving out a moan and paint a faint smile across my face instead.
I need composure.
Subtly, I try to keep things from messing up.
It won't do me any good if I attempt to feign ignorance.
"You broke your promise of forgetting about me" I say.
"Well I did forget about a clumsy waiter but I didn't think you would accept the fact that you were really him" he replies.
See he is the one who doesn't want things straight.
On top of that he is giggling.
Is he making fun of me?
"What you think it's funny?" I blurt at his behavior and fold my arms across my chest.
Was he playing tricks on me a while ago? Did he leave me alone on purpose so that he could make fun of me later?
I truly am mad at him, so mad that I say "We aren't acquaintances to each other. It will be better if you just stay quiet"
He doesn't respond. Neither do I plan on saying rubbish any further.
Silence clears my mind.
Why do I have so many worries to deal with?
"I don't know the address to the place where I live" I admit then continue "It is something I can't explain, so if possible lend me your phone. I need to call my friend"
"Don't find ways to get my phone number" he exclaims.
I am speechless.
"You aren't that important" I declare scornfully.
"Thinking of which you are not important to me either"
"Then why did you come back?" I question his actions.
Isn't he a man of his words? Moments ago he was being all prudent, now he is showing himself as a gentleman.
"Don't get your hopes high that man", he points his head in the direction of the driver, "gave you the wrong directions and wanted to make up for his mistake"
Oh wow so I have been made a fool a few times now.
I am so sick of all this.
"As if" is all I can utter.
Talking to him is more like waging a war, but my pains come back to me all of a sudden and I am left with no choice but to speak again.
"You are taking me to the doctor right? I think I fractured my ankle, it is burning"
"Are you thinking of a different place?" he retorts.
What is his mind made of? What other place I could think of at this time? No, no is he referring to…
My thoughts are scattered by his baffling expression as he taps on his phone's screen.
A notification ring reaches my ears.
Did he command the driver to take me somewhere else? Am I being kidnapped?
Wait, is he taking me to his place?