Chapter 6: Wanted

Chapter 6: Wanted

Caith's POV

"Yes, I very much want her," the joker licked his lips and lifted his chest while stepping closer.

Yet as he tried to open his lips again to let put another sentence, Dingane thew him a left jab that left his nose bleeding, and my heart beating twice its normal speed. Not only because I was scared but also being I was feeling even more guilty for now being assured of his love for me.

"Her name is Caith, butthole!" He sighed at the now seriously bleeding joker, "and she's with me." Dingane then turned around as the bleeding joker backed away with serious frown that bled anger unto the air. "Are you okay sweetheart?"

"I guess, but I'm just scared that he might return." I whispered loudly as his comforting smile shone an assuring light unto me despite the blazing cracks of anger which still dwelled around his pupils.

"I'm sure he won't now come, let's dance." Although his voice was peacefully residing into my eardrums, the dark ring under his eyes circled a gearbox of rage that was automatically accelerating adrenaline into his veins.

He grabbed my eyes and hands and dragged me towards the dance floor while I was beginning to notice a certain petite female who had been stalking us for some minutes. It seemed as though her eyes had a certain agenda with Dingane…

A very angry Dingane who was almost as angry as the one I had previously faced while bound by his favorite rope. Yet now his smile was cracking convincingly as his gaze tangoed with mine. "I never want you to see that violent side of me again."

"So first you kidnap me and then you punch someone in front of me?" My question lost its validity as he responded with a frail smile and dragged me closer and closer towards the center of the dance floor while the colorful lights raced each other in the dark.

"Answer me Dingane, I don't like it when you blatantly ignore me," my voice and tone rose, backed up by the house beats which pumped me with courage.

"You are the only woman that I love, and that's why I…"

"Punched him, and also kidnapped me?" I asked in a voice that usually triggered his vicious mood swings, uncertainly comforted by the large crowd around us.

"Could be true, but that's not the point Caith," He pulled me closer and squeezed the air that stood between our chests. "I brought you here so that we could dance and start over a new leaf."

"While ignoring the fact that you held me hostage against my own will?" Tears almost crawled out of my eyelids as he pulled me into his ripped chest and almost expected me to confide in it.

In that moment my heart skipped a beat as I felt the dance floor beneath my feet just rising enough to provide me a proper stage to voice out my opinions, even as my heart slammed out and gave out a few thunderstorms of emotional trauma.

"Caith Calm down!" His obnoxious voice usually brought me back into place but this time I did not flinch even as I saw his muscles tensing up.

"Did you forget to calm down when you were tying me up and feeding me those crappy noodles for food," My anger towards him could not be contained, and the sharpness of my eyes looked at him for a second and witness the guilt of his face vividly apparent.

"Babygirl this is not the right place or t…" I slapped the rest of his sentence out of his mouth and watch a lifeless, distant moment possess his eyes and deafen him momentarily before his fingers touched and rubbed along his jawline.

"Did you just slap me?" He asked and left me ready to jump at him and fight. Yet all he did was jump towards me and suck away the anger from my lips with kisses which tasted like French wine, before he pulled out my strength as he drew his sweet lips and strong arms away from me, only to smile and turn away - as though setting me free from his love and torture. "I love you Caith."

His words left me surrounded by enstranged stares as my beloved kidnapper walked away and left me cuffed miserably by the undesired cold hand of loneliness that held my newly found hand, of freedom.

Instantly, I forgot to exhale and almost felt myself running out of fresh breath as the quiet whisper within my soul edged me to escape while my anger doubled in confusion. Especially as my guardian angel's voice echoed through the walls of my eardrums and dared me to run after him and retain the abusive love I somehow enjoyed receiving from him as though I did not deserve any better.

Surely I wasn't suffering from Stockholm syndrome and I was willing to turn the other way and walk away too, into the unexciting ventures of my reality. Yet as I studied him walk away, I felt my heart's desires admitting proudly that my stage of infatuation towards him was only the beginning.

Yet deciding as to whether I wanted to kiss my feeling for him goodbye or follow him and explore them with lust and courage, was a destructive dilemma on which I was willing to build the course of our next encounter on. "Relationships take a few weeks to build and only a few seconds to be destroyed."

As that quote dawned upon me, I immediately lost my balance and jerked back as though I had been slapped, before I froze and felt the happiness across my facial expression melting towards a regretful frown.

My conscience suddenly warning me to erase the distance that was already stretching between us, meanwhile warring emotions and decisions ripped through the heart and soul of my pride and left me thinking twice and thrice over him.