Wicked Wings [COMPLETE]

CHAPTER 3

The Runaway

Chasing the truth,

Unable to stop the growing disaster

Running out of breath, when you come to stand still;

What do you find?

Who do you find?

**

Days had passed.

Yet the flashes remained alive in her mind.

Sitting on her bed, she took a keener look at her arms. The marks still remained so prominent, as if refusing to leave her; as if validating the fact, the incident that she so distinctly wanted to forget.

The bruises felt fresh like a rose in June.

Her eyes narrowed, as she couldn't help wondering what those uncanny deep brown eyes held within them.

Why that burning fury in those eyes hurt her as if knives were stabbed on her very own body?

Why?

Why just that one glance of him, intrigued her to the core? Why did it push her to the zenith of knowing nothing but have this feeling wherein she could give up everything just to find a concrete reason to that day?

Why did she have these strong urges, the want to know him, as if it was her right to know?

Frustrated with the helplessness of her situation, she bit my lower lip, trying hard to distract herself as she sat in her room, when she heard a knock on her door.

Khushi quickly dragged the long sleeves of her top back to her wrists, concealing the light evidences of those bruises once again.

"Come in"

She averred.

*

"How are you now sweetheart?"

Adrienne said to her , in that same ever loving tone of hers.

"Much better, mom"

She replied, managing to put up a light smile on her face.

.

Khushi hadn't been keeping well.

Ever since that day.

Fever.

High fever.

But the worst thing wasn't about her health.

It was about the fact that something was affecting her.

The Devil was affecting her.

And Khushi knew that she couldn't do anything about it.

She had left her job, the very next day since that uncanny encounter took place.

Despite the request from Mr. Jones and others, she did what she felt was right.

Though deep within herself, she had not even an ounce of idea, what was righteous and what wasn't!

She was still trying to contemplate everything as she did in the last 15 days, reaching no proper conclusion as always, when her mother's voice broke the chain of her innate thoughts.

"So, umm, sweetie, it's your father's death anniversary tomorrow."

Adrienne spoke, clearing her throat.