Juliette Pov
I looked around at my surrounding. What I could only see was sand and only sand. I was sweating and the only thing which I wanted was to drink a glass no a gallon of water. I was that thirsty.
A moan escaped my mouth and groaning my eyes fluttered open. I tried to sit and leaned against the headboard. Last night events rushing into my mind. All I could remember was coming back into the room and taking medicines before passing out on the bed.
I looked towards the nightstand to find a glass filled with water. Feeling blessed, I took the glass and gulped down the water immediately getting relief from the burning sensation and thirst.
“Thank God,” I said and kept the glass back on the nightstand.
“Juliette?” I heard the door knock and mom poked her head asking me if she could come in.
“How are you feeling sweetie?” She asked as she sat next to me on the bed.
“I am feeling good now,” I told her and she kept her cold hand on my forehead checking my temperature.
“The temperature seems to be down,” she said and brushed the strands of hair out of my face.
“Juliette you should have told me that you were not feeling well. I would have never kept the party at the first place. You got sick probably because of lack of rest after your long travel from Egypt. It’s all my fault. I should have been careful” she said which made me shook my head no.
“No! It’s not your fault. It’s me actually. I was sick because of the climate probably. That’s all. You don’t need to blame yourself for such a small thing” I said and she gave me a weak smile before getting up.
“Zachary was really mad at me this morning,” she said which made me cough.
“Worried? Z-Zachary?” I asked with wide eye disbelieving what she just said.
“Yes, he was. Why are you giving me this disbelieving look? Zachary scolded me this morning for not noticing your behavior and when I said I did notice it, all hell broke loose on me” she sighed as she kept her hands on her waist.
“Why would he do that?” I thought.
“Anyways. My son can be scary at some times. If I don’t take care of you now then probably I will be deaf hearing all his tantrums. He reminds me so much of my mother” she shook her head probably remembering the time she spent with her mother.
“Today you are not going anywhere. I am in charge to take care of you. You are going to rest here the whole day. Allow your mother-in-law to take care of you today dear” she said which made me chuckle.
“Okay! Just sleep a little long before I bring you your food and medicines okay?” She asked as she tucked me back into the sheets.
“Okay!” I said and closed my eyes.
She reminded me so much of my own mother, but in a different way. She is more caring than my own mother. I thought before I fell back into sleep.
The next time I woke up, I had to eat all those boiled foods that she made, which was a torture for me being a picky eater. And I had to take all those tablets in order to get well soon. I went into the bathroom and changed into something more comfortable. I wore my pajamas and after washing my face and finishing up with bathroom business, I went back into the room and lied down on the bed.
It had been a whole day and surprisingly there was no sight of Zachary. I wonder what he was doing. Talking about Zachary, I recalled him saying ‘go back to the room and sleep. I will come in five minutes’.
“Liar!” I scoffed at him.
He doesn’t care about. I am hundred percent sure he never showed up and he was just pulling up an act of being concerned about me before mom, nothing else.
Why would he care about me? A person who can kill a groom before his bride on the wedding day can never be a kind-hearted, caring person. All he has filled up inside him is hatred, trouble, and rage for people.
I looked towards the clock to find its already fifteen minutes to six in the evening. My thoughts went back to the time when Emmett told me that he loved me when he proposed me and when he used to hold me in his arms affectionately when I was hurt or sick.
“You promised me that you would always be there for me when I’m alone or in pain Emmett. So where are you, Emmett? I’m sick and now I’m in a lot of pain. Please come and save me Emmett” I cried silently not able to hold back tears.
“I am in terrible condition and all I want is to see you. Please keep your promise, Emmett. Please!” I begged.
I cried for some minutes or maybe hours still trying to register the fact that he was no more. He was killed before me and now no matter how much I would try I could never reach him. Ever.
The thought that I could never see his face made me cry even more.
“I loved you heartily and I’m still in love with you. What do I do? What do I do?” I sobbed and closed my eyes.
“Please give me a hint on what to do. I’m in a lot of pain and I can’t bear it anymore” I sobbed and wiped the tears out of my face.
The door opened and I knew that it Zachary this time. Because earlier, mom gave me my medicines and went out and dad went out of the country. So the only person who is left would enter without knocking is Zachary. Mentally, I prepared myself for his tantrums. I got up and was ready to snap at him when I found my voice lost in my throat.
There in the entrance stood Zachary covered in blood. His shirt was stained with blood while blood oozed out from his mouth and he had some bruises and cuts on his face.
He glanced my way in a way that warned me not to open my mouth or he would kill me in just a snap of his finger. I closed my mouth shut afraid and looked the other way frightened not liking the view. It wasn’t what I was hoping to ever witness. I never like the sight of blood and looking at him made me nauseous and my condition and body didn’t even help me.
He took long strides and went directly into the bathroom. I looked towards the bathroom when I heard the door slamming shut. He was angry and somehow he holding himself back.
But what was the cause and who did this to him? What happened?
I got up from the bed and paced around the room. Though he didn’t show it but judging from the amount of blood and bruises I saw I knew he was in a lot of pain. I heard the shower running. My heart beat rose when I heard the sounds stop. He was done.
In no time, he got out of the bathroom all cleaned wearing just a towel. I turned around embarrassed and bit down on my lips thinking what to say or do. Somehow I felt nervous. I knew that he walked into the closet to change. So I took the pillow and sheets and went to the couch.
I took his bed for a night and judging by his state, it will not be good for him to sleep on the couch. I can’t let him sleep on the couch for the sake of humanity. I’m not that cold-hearted.
I sat on the couch and was ready to sleep when he came out of the closet.
“What are you doing?” He asked in a neutral tone which I could decipher if he was upset, happy or angry.
“I am sleeping here today,” I said and arranged the pillows.
“Get back into the bed,” he said and snatched the pillow from me.
“No it’s oka-” he cut me off, “I said get back into the bed,” he said in an intimidating tone which almost made me whimper like a child. Nevertheless, I got up and went to the bed. He threw the pillow on my lap and I kept it under my head before getting into a comfortable position.
I was still worried for him to sleep on the couch but all my concern for him went out of the window when he crawled next to me on the bed and covered himself using the duvet.
“W-What are you doing?” I asked but I got no reply.
I watched his back for few minutes thinking that he would get up at any minute and go back to the couch but nothing ever happened as I thought.
Reluctantly, I lied down and turned towards the other side. Mentally, I prepared myself for screaming and even for putting up a fight if he ever put a finger on me. I tensed when he flicked the lights off.
“God” I whispered to myself.
After remaining conscious for about an hour expecting any kind of act from him, I took a sigh of relief. Probably, he was not that kind of guy. But how Ironic, I find the Zachary sleeping next to me and the one who killed my fiance in my wedding looks so different.
Back then, only the way he spoke in that church before shooting made me whimper and scared shitless but the Zachary I’m dealing with today although is not different from that one but still he doesn’t make me hunching down in fear.
As if both of them are a different person with the same personality. Thinking of it I still don’t have any clue upon why Zachary killed Emmett and why he married me when he could have just killed me. What did Emmett do to him for all this enmity?
“Emmett, what were you hiding from me?” I whispered before I slipped into a deep slumber with the medicines reacting in my body.