Pearl's POV
As he held my hand tightly, it was hurting me. When I told him to let go, he applied more force. A gasp left my lips, and tears blurred my vision. As I was wearing a veil covering my face, he could only see my eyes. I could see his clenched jaw. But why was he angry? I know I messed up his clothes, and I even apologized for it, but he was hurting me. "Please let go, it hurts," I almost begged him. But he didn't let me go. He pulled me to him, still gripping my hand.
"I know girls like you, who just want attention from rich men. And on top of that, the drama of falling in front of them so that they can catch you and pity you, right?" he spoke venomous words in his dark voice.
"But...."
I tried to say something, but he didn't let me speak.
"Oh, you're covering your face. Do you think by doing this you will catch my attention? But I'm sorry to burst your dreamland, I'm not someone who will fall for your bitchy tricks. And think twice before crossing my path again," he said and added more force.
"Let me go," I said sternly and started to struggle to get out of his hold. But he didn't let me go.
I looked at him. What's wrong with this man? After saying all those hurtful words, he's not even letting me go. I struggled in his hold. I saw anger in his eyes. Man, he blames me for things I didn't even do, and instead of letting me go, he's getting angry with me.
My hand started to hurt more. Tears started to fall from my eyes and wetted my veil.
"Please let me go, it really hurts," I cried.
He let go of my hand after making me cry. I traced my hand where he left his ugly marks. It really hurt a lot. Those bruises had already turned blue.
I looked at him; anger rose in me.
"Not every girl likes a handsome but jerk like you. I said sorry for crumpling your clothes, I thanked you for saving me, but you took it too far, Mr. Don't compare me to other girls. They may be bitches, but I'm not. It was just an accident. You don't have any right to judge anyone without knowing the reality. A pen slipped from my bag while I was rummaging for my phone, and then I slipped because of the pen when I took another step. I'm not an attention seeker. I don't ever want to see this ugly face in my life again," I spat every word at him.
I saw anger in his eyes again, his nose flaring. His veins popped up on his forehead, neck, and hands.
"Listen here, little girl, you don't even know whom you're talking to. Mind your tongue. I'm sure every word I said is true. You're just a bitch who wants to seek my attention," he said darkly.
As I raised my hand to slap him, he just held my hand in midair before it even touched his cheek.
"How dare a lowlife like you try to hit me? Don't you want this pretty hand?" He raised his eyebrow and held my hand in a death grip.
I was just going to say something when the driver uncle came running towards me.
"Young miss, why aren't you picking up your phone? It's my fault I left you alone. And why are your things scattered on the floor?" He kneeled and started to pick everything up from the floor.
When he didn't get any reply, he looked up and saw what was happening. He saw my tears.
"Let go of my young miss! Why are you holding her like that?" Driver uncle said. That man suddenly let me go.
"Oh, I see. You're not a beggar, but a rich, spoiled brat who was pampered by her parents," he said while smirking.
Suddenly, I heard my phone ringing and searched for it, only to find it on the floor, crushed by his shoes. He was standing on my phone. He suddenly lifted his leg and stepped back. I was about to bend down to pick it up, but driver uncle said,
"Miss, let me pick it up for you." With that, driver uncle picked it up from the floor and handed it to me. It was brother's call. I picked up and said, "Hello, brother."
"Where are you, Pearl?"
came from the other side.
"I'm co-coming out of the m-mall, brother,"
I replied.
"Hmm, is everything alright?"
he asked when I stuttered.
"Ye-yes, brother, I'm in a crowd. I'll be home in an hour," I replied.
"Hmm, get home safely,"
he ordered.
"Okay, brother,"
I replied.
I just looked at him with hatred. "I hope I'll never come across you again," I said.
He was looking at me with the same hatred. As he was about to say something, I just walked away.
I saw him fuming in anger and shooting daggers at me.
I just moved to the parking lot. Driver uncle opened the door for me. I sat in the back seat. After closing the door, driver uncle went to his driving seat and sat. I thought he would drive, but instead,
"I'm sorry, young miss. You had to suffer because of my negligence. It was my fault for leaving you behind. Please forgive me, miss," he said. I saw sincerity in his eyes.
"No, no, uncle, don't feel bad. It wasn't your fault," I replied.
"Are you alright, miss?" he asked worriedly.
"Yes, I'm fine, uncle. Don't worry," I said, smiling at him.
Then he started the car and drove home. His words kept ringing in my ears. Silently, a tear fell from my eyes. I wiped it away before driver uncle noticed.
'Brother was right; people and the outside world are not good. Everyone is mean. That man was also mean; he said all those things even though I apologized to him.' Again, tears fell from my eyes. I just kept wiping them. I didn't want to worry uncle anymore.
The car came to a halt, and driver uncle opened the door for me. I've told him so many times not to do that, but he never listens. He says, "It's my job, miss."
I got out of the car. As I was about to go inside, I turned to driver uncle.
"Uncle, please don't say anything about what happened today. Please forget it," I said.
"But miss...."
He tried to say something.
"Uncle, please,"
I requested.
He sighed and nodded. I smiled at him and went inside.
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