Chapter 7 My Protector

• As I coughed uncontrollably, the other guy attacked Dominic. But instead of backing down, Dominic threw him to the ground and positioned himself on top, delivering endless punches.
• When Dominic went too far, I grabbed his arm and pleaded, "Please stop!"
• Victoria entered the kitchen, and I could feel everyone's eyes on us. "Are you okay?" she asked, holding me by the shoulders.
• I nodded, my voice still out of my control. "I just want to leave," I excused myself.
• Her eyes welled up with tears as she apologized. "I am so sorry, all I wanted was for you to feel better."
• Forcing a smile, I said, "Thanks for trying" as I made my way out.
• As I walked, I stumbled upon a park. My head was spinning, perhaps due to the drink.
• I sat on a nearby bench, trying to catch my breath. However, a sense of unease washed over me as I felt a shadow moving around me.
• Looking around, I noticed the bushes shaking in an irregular pattern, as if something was disturbing them.
• I scanned my surroundings and heard a faint whisper, calling out my name.
• Fear gripped me, causing me to reach for my phone. Instead of calling anyone else, I dialed Mr. Redwood's number.
• He answered right away, as if he had been expecting my call.
• "Can you please come and get me?" I asked, my voice trembling.
• "Of course, where are you?" he inquired.
• "I'm in front of the park near our school," I replied, sniffing.
• "I'll be there in a minute!" he exclaimed, sensing that something was not right.
• As I waited, the wind grew stronger, its intensity increasing. I could hear growls and animalistic huffs in the distance.
• Suddenly, as I stepped back, I felt a jolt against my back as someone bumped into me. I turned around and came face to face with the guy who had harassed me.
• His face was crushed, and I could see the bones of his nose with blood.
• I covered my mouth as I cried with fear.
• "Look what you've done to me!" he accused, his voice filled with anger.
• Backing away, I defended myself. "You were the one who harassed me!" I said.
• "So you chose to let him beat me to death?" he yelled, his frustration evident.
• "I didn't do anything!" I shouted back, turning my attention toward the park.
• That's when I saw him - the man from my dreams. This was our second encounter. His black hair and raven eyes were captivating, almost seductive.
• I felt an overwhelming desire to run into his arms as he called out to me, promising protection. "Come to me, I will protect you," he said.
• I shouted, "Leave me alone!" The wind began to howl, causing the leaves to swirl in the air everywhere.
• "Look around you," he sneered, "No one is on your side. They're all waiting for me to leave you so they can get their claws on you."
• He extended his hand toward me, and as I glanced around, I saw my wounded and bloodied parents, the person who had harassed me, and my friends also wounded badly, all staring at me, as if I were to blame for their suffering.
• "Come to me, Love," his voice echoed in my ears once again.
• I turned around and firmly said, "No!" But despite my protest, my legs betrayed me, and I found myself taking steps toward him, tears streaming down my face.
• As I got closer and closer, I closed my eyes, only to be startled by the sound of tires screeching against the road. I was just a step away from him.
• I turned around, realized the people I was seeing were just my imagination, and then I saw Mr. Redwood.
• Without hesitation, I ran toward him, seeking shelter in his arms. I buried my face in his chest and wept uncontrollably, not caring if what had just happened was real or not.
• He trembled at first with his arms open in the air, unsure of how to react, but as he realized that I had found safety in his embrace, he wrapped his arms around me.
• He gently rubbed my back, trying to comfort me, and whispered, "It's alright, I've got you."
• His voice was like a soothing melody in the midst of that hauntingly dark night.
• I continued to cry until I felt a sense of relief, and he brushed my hair behind my ear, cupping my face in his hands.
• "Are you feeling better now?" he asked, wiping away my tears with his thumbs as I nodded.
• "Do you want to tell me what happened?" he inquired, his voice filled with concern.
• I lacked the strength to speak, so he gently took my hand and said, "Come!" Guiding me into his car, he drove us to a nearby café.
• "I am all messed up," I made an excuse to avoid going with him.
• "Hmm..." He thought for a moment before saying, "Wait!" Reaching out, he removed the hairband from my hair.
• Leaving my hair cascading over my shoulder, he lightly wiped my cheeks. Then, he ran his fingers through his own hair, intentionally messing it up.
• "Now we're both a mess!" He smiled and stepped out of the car, opening the door for me and extending his hand.
• I held onto his hand and stepped out of the car. "What about my eyeliner?" I smiled.
• "Your eyes still look beautiful, even with smudged eyeliner!" He closed the door and turned toward the café. "Honestly, that's not even that smudged!" He smiled.
• My gaze remained fixed on him. He wasn't just beautiful on the outside, but his heart was beautiful too. I felt something stirring in my own heart, a desire to know more about him.
• As we entered the café, he asked, "What would you like to have?"
• "I don't really feel like anything," I excused myself.
• "Neither do I," he thought for a moment. "What can we do about this?" His eyes scanned the surroundings until they landed on the counter.
• "Let's have some ice cream!" he exclaimed.
• "Do you like chocolate?" I asked. "Who doesn't like chocolate?" He smirked.
• He knew how to bring joy to people's lives. In just a few minutes, he managed to make me forget all the troubles I had been through. I couldn't help but smile uncontrollably. We talked and laughed a lot that night.