Chapter 3: The world may not want what you want

He holds her wrist tightly as he drags her out of the club. She tries to wriggle out of his hold. His fast pace of walking is making her difficult to follow him along with his pace.

" Stop..., Stop..., I said stop," she screams as she comes out of the club.

" Do you want to end yourself at the police station at this time of night?" he growls at her with a stern and rude voice.

The police station makes her face to change the color but she still doesn't want him to hold her. She knows that he won't drag her to the police station, or maybe he could.

" Just leave me. I don't want your so-called sympathy and your concern over me. Just let go of my hand," she shouts at him.

She stretches herself to get away from him. Even after she shouts at him, he doesn't leave her wrist, instead holds it tighter than she had expected. In her anger, she takes his hand that he was holding her, close to her face and bites him hard.

She bites it too hard but even after that he doesn't leave her hand. Her tears were rushing down her eyes at their fast pace while her teeth constantly dip on his skin. He makes his face sour as he feels the pain through her bites.

After some time, she loosens the dip on his skin. She stops from biting him and just tears down with her mouth still on his hands.

" Are you done? Can we talk now?" he says in an unpleasant and forlorn voice.

"I am not glad to see you again and I hope you aren't too. But still, I have things that I need to discuss with you. I need to have a quiet talk with you," he says.

Lifting her head up with his hands, he stares at her. Her eyes were swollen, because of cries. They were red and moist. Her nose like Rudolph dolphin pointed and reddish and her cheeks were bleached ruddy from both the chilly night and her broken heart.

She nods her head as he tells her that. He leaves her hand trusting her. She pulls away from her hand and encircles and twists it with her other hand to massage it. His fingers were still on her hands, deep and red.

He looks at her. She still looks pretty. Her reddish eyes and her pink lips, her face they still make her crazy. But instead of talking with him, she tries to run away from there.

She runs as if he was chasing her to kill her, murder her, or rape her.

" Fuck... I should never have trusted you, Sarah," he swears as he walks after her at a fast pace following her. Her dress is still wet, her hair is still soaked in the whisky. Her body smells of that disgusting whisky and she is running like a crazy on the lone dark road as if she is being chased.

Her tears warm and her heart in distress.

Suddenly, a car rushes in front of her as it flashes it's headlight in front of her and boom... she falls right on the ground. Her body is motionless and stiff.

Seeing her being hit by the car, he runs quickly after her.

" Shit!," he runs as fast as he could to her. Although her body was laid in front of the car, she doesn't have any wounds, not even a scratch on her body except the one on her elbows and her knees because of falling down.

He kneels down as he reaches her. She was unconscious, her bottle of beer broken into pieces beside her. Some cuts on her face because of the broken glasses but not because she was hit by a car.

He quickly presses her chest intermingling his palm over the another. " Just wake up Sarah. You cannot just get unconscious when we have met after so many years. I have so many things to tell to you and so many things to hear from you. Where were you all these years? Who were you with? How was life going on with you and... and do you still hate me for that incident? How is he? I need answers to all of these questions," he speaks as he presses her chest and she finally gasps with a gapes.

He does seem happy when she wakes up from her unconsciousness. When she wakes up, he stands up and glares at the driver who was standing before him with a feared expression and strides with a quick motion and punches him hard on his face. Without even thinking he hits him several times making him bleed from the nose.

" Stop..., Stop..., Stop it Asher you bastard. His car even didn't touch me. You can never change for God's sake. You were the same seven years ago and you are still the same. You could never change. I fainted because ...That's not your concern," she shouts at him as she picks up her purse and walks away from him.

He leaves the man he is hitting with a warn and follows her. She walks in front of him as he follows her quickly.

" What do you mean by I could never change? I changed Sarah. Don't you see I am a different person now? Oh! I forgot you were never there to see the changes in me. You ran away like a drenched cat. You ran away instead of believing my explanations. Fuck you, Sarah," he shouts.

She stops her feet as she hears him. Her knees get weakened and they aren't able to hold her. And after stopping for a moment, she still walks ahead without turning her head back to him. Without looking at him.

" Answer me, Sarah? You coward. Runaway stealer," he screams at her.

" I don't have any answers for you. It's been so many years Asher. Why are you still stuck there? I never told you to wait for me. I never promised you I will be back to you and don't you remember what you did to me? Even after that, you expect me to return to you. How foolish of me to do that? Do you think I am stupid?" she says at low yet sober voice.

" I told you. I told you many times, that I wasn't responsible for that. I explained to you many times that it wasn't true. Yet, you didn't believe me," he adds.

" I saw it with my own eyes, Asher. So, I don't need your explanations. Neither I needed before and nor I need now," she replies and walks back.

He rushes quick to her, blocking her way in front of her. She seems drunk. Her eyes are already dizzy. She was never a good drinker in the past. Nor she is now.

Asher thinks that it was absurd to ask a drunken person to hit with his conversations.

" Where do you stay? Let me drop you to your home," he says as he holds her arms.

She pulls her arm away from him. " Don't touch me. I don't like your touches. I hate your touches. They give me shivers, they give me fears, they remind me of the hell. Don't touch me for God's sake," she scowls at him with a squiffy voice and her staggering legs, her eyes look all clouded.

" Just tell me where do you stay so, I can drop you, Sarah," he growls as he holds her unbalanced body.

" Why? Why do you want my address? Why do you want it? So you can send your men and capture me another day. No..., No..., I cannot give you my address," she winces as she tells that.

" Fine, so you're not giving me your address," he asks exasperatedly.

She nods her head as no as she raises her forefinger and moves them, right and left.

He picks her up from the ground, carrying her on his shoulders with her half of the torso behind his back and half on in front of him. Her beautiful large hips are just revealing just beside his face. He clears his throat before he walks ahead.

Carrying her in his shoulders, he walks towards the nearest hotel. With her in his arms, he walks to the reception and asks for a room. The guy on the counter gazes at him so much for bringing a girl who seems to be unconscious and her.

The boy in the reception looks suspiciously to him. He takes out the card from his pocket and explains him," she is my girlfriend and she is wasted. I cannot take her back in this state. Don't look at me like that," he glides his card in front of him and his card was enough for him to shut the boy.

His name was clearly written on the card, Asher Winston, CEO of The Novella Publication.

" So, who is Asher, babe?" he asks her as turning his head a bit to her side.

" My boyfriend," she speaks with a low whispery and squiffy voice.

His lips twitch to give a little smile making his heart so much happy on hearing that she actually said 'my boyfriend.' He hasn't expected that.

" See, Give me the keys," he smirks at receptionist boy and picks up the keys as he walks to the elevator.

" No..., not my boyfriend. He's a jerk. He's a psycho, dumb headed arrogant jerk. Bi-polar dickheaded jerk," she speaks unconsciously. He sighs with his own introductions.

He bits his bottom lips as the elevator door spreads out. " So much hatred for me, huh," he speaks to himself. He was glad she didn't say anything like that in front of the reception.

She wriggles her body on top of him, making him stumble on his steps. With her wiggling so much he inserts his keys on the door and opens it.

" Fuck, Sarah, Can you please stop wiggling like the hell," he shouts when she starts to hit him hard on his back.

He throws her right in the bed. She curls in a ball as she speaks some unclear words. She smells awful, weirdly awful. " Sarah, get up and wash up," he pokes her shoulders. She ignores him and turns around.

" Fine, it's not like I have never seen your body. I don't mind seeing it one more time," he grunts as he picks her up and walks to the shower. Holding her waist with a strong grip with one of his hands, he turns on the water on the bathtub and add some sanitary products in them.

He pushes her in the bathtub as the water gets filled half. She flinches with the warm hot but not so hot water touching her body. It seems as if she's gonna sleep there in the warm water the whole night.

He walks to her and then, turning his head to another side, he tries to pull her dress up. It was just a single dress, tight one-piece, one zipper down to her pelvic region and it's done. But, he gets nervous. Though, he said that he had done it before he gets nervous all of a sudden

He has stripped off any woman. He never felt nervous when he strips off before, they wanted what he wanted too. But, for Sarah, it was different. It is different.

He always gets confused and his heart leaves its normal pace when she is so close to her. And, that was seven years ago. He gets quite shocked for finding that this feeling was still lingering around him. This feeling was still ruling and only over Sarah.

He throws her collection of beautiful brown strands in front of her, covering her one side of the chest, and slowly zips down her dress. He views her white skin, still the same, beautiful and milky. He gulps the saliva in his throat as he sees her back and clears his throat. As he opens up the zip, he separates the dress from her body with all the flushed face and nervousness.

As he completely strips off her dress, his eyes falls on the tattoo on her left shoulders.

" Sarah belongs to Maddie"

That sentence brings him back to the reality. He makes his face on 'O' shape as he sees that. He quickly slips himself in front of her face, her face hanged and not able to comprehend the situation in front of her.

He holds her on her shoulders with both of his hands and jerks her. " Who's Maddie Sarah?" he asks.

" M..., a...,d..., d..., d...i....e," she speaks in a squeaky voice and all of a sudden her voice turns to a disheartened one.

He coerces her to speak about him but she can't. She turns her head around. " For the God's sake, tell me Sarah, who the hell is Maddie? Is he your boyfriend?" he looks at her pitifully.

She shakes her head as no.

" Then, who is he? Is he your husband? Are you married?" he asks her with the stone on his heart. His heart doesn't want to ask her that question. Hip lips don't want those sentences to come out of them. His lips want to return back the sentence that he just said back to where it came from.

She gently looks up to him with her body shivering, her hands trembling like the hell. Her pretty petite hands were shaking and her eyes were down throughout the conversation and when she looks at him, she raises her hand in the air, to his flushed and confused cheeks," You...you're not Maddie," she says as she cries out loud and hard.

Asher wasn't getting anything. Her soft touch on his cheek is making him more confused. He holds the hand that she placed on his cheeks and as he puts it down, he sees the several scars, scars of the blade cut in her wrist and the wrist isn't even the right one but it was the left one which would obviously

"Melody... Melody...," she mutters Melody with her lips without her knowledge.

He goes into deep thoughts. Who is melody? Is that a song? Is that a name of a person? He constantly gazes at her, not even a single blink.

All of her senses, all of her organs seems to be hurt.

Where had she been all these years? With whom? What had she been doing all these years? Why was she in the club? Who is Maddie? Who is Melody?

He is lost in the mazes of questions and the answers to them are still unknown. Answers to them are none to him.

She throws her hands on the bed as she twirls around turning to another side. It was her turned back on him which had hurt him the most. He hated the fact that she turned her back on him. He hated the fact that she never returned back after turning her back on him.

"Please, don't turn your back on me," he requests as the tears roll down his eyes. As if she has really heard it, she turns around to face him subconsciously. He smiles as he sees her being affected by his voice. Or maybe not. Maybe that is just a coincidence.

Pushing her a little bit, he rests himself on the edge of the bed and turns his head towards her face. There were no parts of her, that he hadn't touched her, that hadn't been exposed to him. She was like an open book to him but today, he wants to see her, see her to his whole content. Her beautiful eyes with long beautiful lashes, ruddiness in her cheeks but he couldn't find her own charms her true self in her face, the charm she used to have when they were in university. When they met for the first time, as a stranger, as rivals and as a...lovers to haters...

Her phone buzzes. He reaches out for her phone  and the number on her screen gives him a shock, gigantic shock.