Moon's POV.
Sweet moon goddess! Whoever it was at the door wasn't planning on leaving any time soon. After the first knock and not receiving an answer, (s)he knocked again, this time, with more urgency.
Aiden hovered over me, I opened one of my eyes to peek at him, and I could see his jaw tick as his eyes journeyed from me to the door as if trying to make a last-minute plan.
I was both grateful for and mortified at the knock and whoever it was behind it. It succeeded in stopping the beast I didn't realize I fell in love with, but knowing that the person behind the door might have seen Aiden carry me like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder made me sick to my stomach.
Finally, Aiden lets go of me and I fall back to the bed, a little jittery to feel relieved.
"Shit, shit, shit!" I hear him say as he starts pacing to and fro, his hand making a mess of his already messy hair.
Suddenly, he stopped and looked straight at me. I can't read his expression but I was quick to scurry away from the intensity of his gaze.
I am all too familiar with fear and panic but what I felt a few minutes ago and even now is something bigger than fear or panic. Maybe, I am having a panic attack. It feels weird, it feels painful and unexplainable.
I am finding it difficult to breathe as I still stare at him, my eyes making sure to follow every one of his actions in case he decides to do something huge out of nowhere. Who would believe me if I told them something like this happened?
I feel dryness in my throat and my chest painfully constricting, I can't afford to pass out now. Was this how I would have been raped?
Partly, I am to be blamed. Stupid me for letting the gate of my old emotion fly open at the slightest nudge.
The knock came again, and I heard him give a loud and stiff grunt before muttering "Coming" and going for the door.
If there was any breath left of me, I held it as his hand made for the key at the back of his pocket. He looked back at me and I almost jumped out of my skin.
"Stay hidden." He said stiffly, a grave look on his face, and I suddenly had the urge to laugh out loud; I didn't, though.
But who was he kidding?
Immediately the door opened, I found strength from practically nowhere as I jumped out of the bed, ran towards his back, pushed him out of the way, and frantically looked out for my forever escape from his grasp and reach.
It is almost perfected when I trip over something and fall face-flat on the floor. I refuse to believe the loud thud is from the impact of my fall but soon, the pain shoots in. But I am still thankful my head was spared the hit; it would have been bad, and I would have had to explain how I secured the injury.
"Oops! My bad." I hear the last voice I would have wanted to hear at a time like this.
If there was a shovel around, I would have crawled towards it before using it to dig a hole and then proceeded to cover myself up in it.
"Does it hurt?" I heard her ask again, and I closed my eyes to restrain the tears in them.
Whatever spirit of energy which possessed me a while ago left me and I lay utterly shamefully spent on the floor.
I know this sounds stupid, but a little part of me hoped for Aiden's intervention. Managing to turn myself around, I see her face first, she is glowering down at me.
I was right then, I did see a shadow down the hall. How long has she been following me? Did she know about … no, no, I must try not to think about it or even see the possibility of it.
My eyes traveled to Aiden's face; he caught my eyes but looked away like he hadn't just forced me into doing some immoral act with him a few minutes ago. It isn't supposed to hurt, but it does; it's not like I told him I wanted a kiss or something.
"Why are you here?" Aiden's whole attention is on Diana now.
It's as if I am non-existent as they talk about her reason for being here, my vision gets blurry as I look at the outline of Aiden's face. Zoning out most of their conversation, I can't grasp the reason she gave but soon, he locks his door and leads the way. She falls a step behind but not without turning to give me a middle finger.
Yeah, I probably deserve that.
Knowing I need to leave his doorstep to avoid being caught in an awkward moment with any other person, I struggle to place my buckling legs on the floor, and slowly, with the wall being my aide, I walk to my room.
I take a little while to unlock the door after the initial panic at the thought of my keys dropping in his room.
Opening the door and slamming it close, I fall to the floor, my body suddenly too weighty for me to carry. Shivering from the cold and the numbing pain from the unexpected fall from earlier, I slowly crawled my way to the bed.
Unlike Aiden's fully furnished room with bright light, mine is scantily furnished and dark. It didn't have the exotic scent his room had; my room smelled like desertion and rejection.
Will he be waiting for me? Is he worried? What would he have done if he saw me kissing Aiden from earlier?
"I am sorry Liam."
Even my apology seems insincere to me. Allowing him to kiss me wasn't a mistake, it irritates me to know I enjoyed kissing him as much.
"Liam…"
Closing my eyes and surrendering to the fatigue, I slept off.
I don't know how long I have slept, but I hear a gentle knock on my door. Though it sounded like something from far away, the distress from Diana's previous knock didn't let my eyes remain closed. I am already wide awake.
I hear the handle of my door turn, and my teeth start chattering. I make to move out of my bed but the pain from the fall keeps me down.
Who is it?
Whatever I feel worsens when the door is opened and I hear footsteps, not an aimless one, it is coming for me.