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Melissa's pov

"But I.....do care"  he inquired casually, but still not looking at me. 

" wh......" I tried answering him back, but found it hard to even say a word. I felt a tingle of an emotion I don't really understand, my heart beating more than usual, how can his words make me feel this way? Melissa you need to snap out of this, this is not the right time to think about this, I heard an unknown voice screamed in my head. "He only pity you, don't think about his word", " he is a liar" The echo of the voice continues resounding in my head in a menacing tone. I tried to stop thinking about it and just vanish from his sight without waiting for the conversation to end. Funnily, I find it hard to even move a finger, a sign that I am extremely exhausted right now. Did he really care? Did he? He said it but his behaviour proved contrary, but that doesn't stop a part of me from wishing what I just heard to be true, don't misquote me, I don't say I like him. But this feeling is driving me crazy. Why am I happy just because someone lied to me just to make me feel better, and I really strived for it to be true, why? Why? Why!!!!!

"Melissa!" His husky voice stopped my train of thought, I blinked my eyes, shaking my head of the thought before I eventually tilted my head to look at him. Is not an exaggeration if I said his look this night is capable of driving any girl crazy, I found myself being mesmerised by his emerald eyes immediately our eyes met, I wanted to look down, thinking of escaping his tempting look, but an anonymous force i find it hard to described held my eyes into one direction, which is his eyes. I notice something flickered inside his eyes, as they kept on scrutinising my innocent face, his green eyes gleaming under the pallid light that is above our head.looking at nothing in particular, than my eyes. I waited, praying silently, for him to say something to stop  this gazing competition, but the look on his face doesn't seem like someone who is ready to say anything as at that moment. I wanted to look away, opened the car door, run through the cold breeze to the maids quarter without saying anything to him for tonight, but it feels like the only thing that can make me to do that is his voice, only if he commanded me, but not when am this lost in his eyes, his Emerald eyes scorching , wandering about what my next action will be.

 At last I found a way to break his compulsion, I coughed silently and darted my eyes towards the windshield. I watched from the corner of my eyes as he also cleared his throat, making some unpleasant sounds.

"Say something" he cooed, her soft voice sending cold shivers down my spine. What did he expect me to say? Gosh, this is driving me crazy, I muttered under my breath.

"I appreciate your concerns, and I praised you for that," sighed,"But, I will be very happy if you could just let me be, at least for tonight" I finished, my eyes wandering through the transparent glass window. Yes, I don't know what to say, cause I'm lost of words at this moment.

"Melissa, I am not lying, I really care for you from the beginning" he pleaded, I was forced to look at his face, behold, I don't think I have ever seen him like this, not even before, the arrogant brat? I don't think this is the Bobby I knew, the look on his face expressed his sincere plea, and I tried to believe him. I tried to let go of this prattle talk just for tonight, but my sub subconscious mind kept on telling me not to believe any of his word.

" Did you just say that from the beginning ? ,No, you never care for once, is not easy to forget the scar you left in my heart before you left for Italy," I find it hard to believe what I just said, yes, have been trying not to talk about our past cause it really hurt whenever I think about it, but I can't just easily elude that now, all what he did to me in the past start to rush back into my head, I shake my head, trying to dislodge the thought.

" Melissa, that's a thing of the past , believe me, besides, we're not that mature then, I beg you to forgive all my childish behaviour, then" he looked at with hope in his eyes, staying mute for me to talk. My eyes are fully engrossed at the tip of my hoodie, while my hands are poking on the leather that is in between my legs, I mulled silently on what to say next. All those pain, all those Lies, all those abuses i suffered from his hand, I can't even report because I don't want my parents to get fired, they  start to appear again, i can feel the tears forming , I quickly raised my head and inhaled deeply, I don't think I will ever forgive myself if I cry in his front. I'm enjoying the conversation from the beginning but this new topic only adds to the pain I am passing through presently.

I whimpered, "it's easier to say than to forget,don't you know that the  excruciating pain may fade,but scar serves as a reminder of our suffering. Memories are not something you can easily ignore. The tears that have been fighting back  suddenly rushed down to my face on its own, making my sight cloudy. I can hear his pleading, comforting me to calm down, but I care less about his words right now.

"Just drive to the quarters already, I don't want to continue this conversation," I sobbed, I could hear the engine come to life immediately, I buried my head in my hands, and cried my heart out. Nothing matters. After some seconds I can sense the car has come to a halt, and without waiting for him to tell me, I reached for the door and quickly unlocked it before jumping out. 

"Wait!" He screamed after me, but that only made me increase my pace towards the quarter. I'm very sorry, I am not that strong to ignore this, many things on my mind, but I can only tell you goodnight" I cried silently.

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