You are mine

chapter 40

King's POV:

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Fuck!

Why this stupid girl has to keep her cellphone shut for this long!

Like who does that?

It's been like how much...a week already and what do I get!

Fuck! I'm so stupid. Shouldn't have let her go like that. On her own. Alone.

Without me.

Dragging the every last chunk of air that was remaining inside the room I looked down at her ID once again.

Just one more time. Maybe...

I clutched the cellphone to my ear turning around to look out the window at the busy road. A new hope blossoming inside of me.

Maybe this time...

A monotonous beep resounded again which I grew to hate all along. Throwing my cellphone on the bed, I clutched my temples.

That idiot girl!

Why did I marry her again?

Does she expect me to go around doing whatever the hell she expects me to do while I have no idea what on earth is happening to her!

What if her dad knew about our marriage!

Or hell, her entire family!

I gritted my teeth as my nails dug in my palms.

Fuck that shit!

Looking around, I searched for something. Anything that would divert my attention from her.

My drawer, that creaky closet, barely upright table or that old ass chair. Nothing.

It's a miracle I'm tolerating this rusty dorm room.

I'm not surprised why suicide rate is so high in these damned dormitories. Who can breathe normally while living in such abandoned asylum of a building.

Picking my cellphone again, I rummaged through my music list.

Enrique's voice started seeping through my headphones as I let myself fall backward and closed my eyes.

Feeling the urge, I sat upright and started bobbing my head along the notes.

Frowning, I pressed my eyes shut once again.

There was something off about it. There wasn't that flow in it anymore. That something...which used to make me go wild. That would get me through boredom or long rides.

Something empty behind all the thrumming. As if deep down all of it was coming through a silent cave. Where all the demons sat silently. Mocking me.

Jerking the earplugs away, I fisted my hair.

This stupid music wasn't helping either. Just when I needed it the most!

What should I do now?

Only if she... No!

Not her again!

Why is there nothing else in the world that would give me some peace!

So should I just listen to the quran now?

Tossing the idea around in my head, my gaze still flickered around for something else but finding nothing, I finally played the audio of English translation of Quran from where I left last time in the parking lot when Sam approached me out of nowhere.