Loving Her

Chapter 19

Aish

"You!" An angry voice boomed throughout the library which startled me. I dropped the book I was reading as I looked down to see a pair of familiar angry eyes looking at me accusingly.

Oh shit! What happened now?!

"Why are you here?" I asked getting down the ladder I stood on. I don't have any more energy to deal with him. I got down and stood near the ladder not moving an inch forward wishing he would leave but that's definitely out of my control because he looked like he wouldn't leave that easy as I wished.

" Why am I here? You ask me that? Why don't you just try answering that for yourself?" He growled running a hand through his thoroughly dishevelled hair. That's when I looked at him properly. His face was marred with distraught, a clenched jaw with nerves ready to pop out, clothes wrinkled and his both hands clenched into fists ready to punch anyone to death.

Holy shit!

"What happened?" I asked him calmly, internally trying to overcome my anxiety. He looked angrier than ever. No, he was enraged and I'm going to be the one to take the brunt of it. Before I could think of reasons for his present state, he strode towards me furiously. I jerked back, my back hitting the ladder. He took one more step which left no space between him and me. I leant against the ladder to create space between us.

"Hell, you are pure hell, woman! Do you have any idea of what you did!" He shouted. I rolled my eyes at his words as if I don't know. As if he is the first one to tell me that I am hell.

"If you came here, to tell me that I am hell, then please leave." I pushed him back and attempted to leave. He held my wrist in a tight grip, just as I took two steps away from him. He pulled me back, pushing me to the book rack and placed his both hands on my either side caging me in.

"You think I came here to say that. You think I will let you leave that easy. Do you think I am stupid?" He seethed.

"Okay. What happened? Why are you angry?" I asked worriedly trying to think about the cause of his anger. I don't think I saw him this angry since I met him unless there's a reason.

"Where is your mobile?"

"Mobile? It's with me." I took it from the front pocket of my jeans and unlocked it. There are exactly twenty-eight missed calls from both Anne and Elizabeth, fifty-four from him, hundreds of messages. All unanswered.

Holy shit! I get now why he is angry. Damn! I am done for real, this time.

"Uh-oh, um, that, well my mobile is in silent mode and I didn't check it. I - I well, I am sorry." I apologized feeling guilty. Holy Godzilla! It's freaking seven pm! Damn! I didn't have my lunch and was here for most of the day. How did I be this careless? Anne and Lizzy must have been very worried. And him.

"Um, thanks. I will call Anne and leave right away. Sorry for troubling you." I apologized and attempted to move out of his arms again.

"You are coming with me." He declared.

Oh man!

" See Alexander, I know you are angry - "

"Try fucking pissed off" He sneered interrupting me.

"Oh well, um, well, okay. I am sorry for pissing you off and for the trouble I caused. Also, thank you for looking for me. But I can return on my own. I don't need you to accompany me to the dorm. I already have caused you enough trouble today and I don't want to cause any more." I licked my lips nervously, awaiting his response. He clenched his hands on either side of me. His hot breath fanned my face causing a shiver to run down my body.

He closed his eyes for a moment and opened with more determination.

"No. You are either going to come with me like a 'civilised lady' or I'm going to have to use the only option left. Now decide, you have just one minute."

"What the hell are you talking? You can't just- Woah! Wait, what are you doing dammit. Stop!"

"Your time is over and you are coming with me, period." He held my hand tightly in his iron-clad grip and dragged me to the entrance ignoring my protests.

Mr Sung, a retired school teacher, also the owner of the bookstore, saw what's happening and hurriedly approached Alexander stopping him mid-way. "Hey! What are you doing taking her away forcibly? I'll call the police if you don't leave her right way."

"Alexander, please let's talk. Let's not make a scene here unnecessarily." I pleaded again hoping that he would stop. Alexander loosened his grip for a moment and turned around facing Mr Sung and me at the same time.

"I don't care if you call the cops. Go ahead if you wish to, but she is coming with me and I have every right to take her with me because she is my God damn wife. No one is going to stop me from taking her with me." His deadly sharp voice created a weird tingling sensation in my body. Mr Sung visibly swallowed, frightened at Alexander's threatening voice, immediately nodded his head in compliance.

Damn! Why does he have to talk like that? My dirty stupid mind and its thoughts

Shut up you stupid mind and have some control!

He can't just call me his wife whenever and wherever he wishes.

" Stop acting childishly Alexander! You can't call me your wife - ah!"

Suddenly my back hit the glass door of the entrance while Alexander held my shoulders in a painful grip.

" Childish? Am I acting childishly? Who's the one sitting in a fucking bookstore and reading a shitty children's fairy tales book while your friends are worried to death and I have been searching for you all over the city like a freaking maniac? You don't even have the fucking common sense neither to call anyone of your friends to inform where you are at nor to answer their calls. And you call me childish." He yelled so loudly that every single person in our vicinity inside and outside the bookstore stopped at once and looked at us.

Stunned, embarrassed, humiliated, hurt. I don't know what I am feeling right now. Tears prickled my eyes, threatening to fall down my cheeks and I'm having a hard time stopping them. I don't think I can anymore, not when he just rebuked me twice in less than twelve hours.

I don't understand why all of this is happening to me. Why is this happening to me? What wrong did I do? The accident, attack, and him. I looked around to see people looking at us with their mouths gaped open, some whispering to each other, some snickering and some afraid of him.

Then, I looked at him. He is not the Alexander I know. In the past three days I have known him, he never once looked at me with as much as aversion he did now. I closed my eyes for a moment, took a long deep breath, trying to control myself from crying. When I opened my eyes and looked into his eyes again, I saw whole different emotions reflecting through them.

Concern. Fear. Guilt

I don't know what to say or believe. I couldn't think properly because my mind froze like always disabling the ability to react. So, I only did what I would always do. Avoid.

" Let's go. "