Chapter 20
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<<<<< I am not okay By Deadfish >>>>>
IRIS'S POV~~
My whole body jerked off before falling into the frozen water as soon as he inquired about my parents. Regaining my tough composure after a bit of struggling, I replied to him nonchalantly earning a sympathetic glance from him which I hated the most.
I hate gaining sympathies!
His gaze remained on me for a couple of seconds before reaching for his hot coffee. I didn't know why my subtle mind had started feeling secure at his presence even though I had known him just for a short while.
He annoyed me a lot for the entire day but his dignifying aura seemed to relax my puzzled mind magically. The fact that I was continuing a warm conversation with the president of USK state at this hour in my own apartment that made me feel thrilling and funny equally.
I heard millions of gossips revolving around him starting from his sexual orientation to his invisible connection with underworld activities that seemed unacceptable to me now. But I must have admitted that his appearance never made me believe in those random rumours. Of course, as a public figure, he was bound to have a thousand rumours even if he was a saint in his practical life.
I was snapped out instantly from my wild thoughts as the sky roared again with an ear bursting thunder stroke. I shivered at the velocity of the sound and clutched the hem of my clothes tightly in a fist.
Glancing up at his charasmatic face, I found him munching the cookies deliciously as his thin lips touched the coffee mug occasionally. As he intended to speak out something after looking through my nervousness, suddenly my whole apartment turned dense and dark without a little flicker of light.
Power cut !
I heard him vaguely as he cursed the electricity department before asking me out softly,
" Miss Young, you don't have candles?
It's quite dark around."
I was supposed to give him an affirmative answer but only then, I figured out that my phobia was acting up.
I had nyctophobia after the brutal incident that I had encountered in my childhood. For years I had been doing well after receiving instructions from a renowned doctor in UF state. I thought that I had recovered completely thus it didn't occur for a long time.
But today it acted up suddenly giving me the old fear of darkness.My vision started turning blur and vague as if the darkness was a group of vampires that were coming to suck the hell out of my blood. My subconscious mind started replaying the haunted memories where the screaming of a boy from a tiny darkroom like shell was spreading like a horror tune.My whole body started shivering like a fallen leaf as my breathing quickened fast.
Thankfully, I was sitting on the couch thus it was easy to clutch the hand of the couch to stabilize my nervousness. I paid zero attention to his enormous questions which were turning cold and commanding gradually.
I gasped loudly wandering my tearful eyes around into the darkened apartment and scrunched up my knees over the little spaced couch. My own hands subsequently reached up to wrap my knees like an octopus as I started sobbing without bothering about my image.
His anxious tongue suddenly paused before coming out like a desperate question,
" Miss Young, Miss Young.. Are you okay? Miss Young? Why aren't you talking?"
He gasped softly while asking with a surprised tongue,
"Are..Are you crying?"
I couldn't give him any single answer as my mind only replayed those horrific torturing screams. I sobbed, sobbed hard more like a child and started to shriek at the edge of the couch.I literally started praying that the wall could hide my existence into it.
Just then, I sensed his muscular vague shadow coming over to me and suddenly grabbed my palms in his grip while asking out in a deeply concerned tone,
" Shit! Miss Young, you are sweating tremendously. Do you have any phobia like fear of darkness or asthmatic ?"
I still couldn't provide him any answer as my lungs were lacking oxygen and I sobbed hard again. My hot tears were falling down on his cold palms as he jerked off electrocutedly.
Shit!
I heard his low cursing tone before commanding out loudly,
" Tomato, a stressed tomato, comes outside with a candle. Your mommy is crying. Come fast."
After calling out my home robot, he knelt down in front of me holding my palms tightly in his shaking fist and consoled like an adult,
" Miss Young, don't cry okay? I'm here. Take a deep breath. Take a long breath! "
Even amidst the pitch darkness, I felt his ocean eyes on me trying his best to stabilize my state.I followed his command unknowingly while gasping some fresh mouthful airs in my lungs as my quivering subsided a little. He was rubbing my palms cautiously as if using more strength could break my bones. For the first time, I felt moved after having an accompaniment in my worst state.
Lucky, tomato didn't doubt his identification this time and quickly came out from my bedroom taking out a candle in his mechanical tray and a packet of matches. His robotic tone commanded repeatedly before running towards our way,
" DARK.. DARK.. Mommy is afraid.. Mommy is afraid.."
As he came near his range, he quickly snatched out the candle from his tray and started lightening on the fire. Soon after, the yellow light of the candle started lightening up the whole spacious room but I was still traumatized.
My tears didn't stop at all as I held the hem of my clothes tightly. Looking up at my tear stained face, his expression was perturbed.
He seemed lost and concerned about my pitiful state before getting up from the ground. With a bit of hesitance, he embraced my scrunched figure before creasing his hand through my messy hairs. My heart audibly felt relaxed after hearing his abrupt heartbeat as my head rested on his heart comfortably.
He tried his best to comfort me before whispering in a soothing tone,
" Sshh!! Stop crying! The dark is gone. I'm here."
