Chapter 9

A Night Together

Davidson's pov

"Ooouuuuuuwwwwaaaaaah" I shouted!!!!!!

"Oooouuuuuuuuccccchhhhhiiiii" she screamed.

"What the f###k are you doing here in my bed in the midnight." I yelled immediately after I switched on the night lamp besides my bed.

"I have been here a lot more times than today Dave" she said fluttering her eyebrows in a way that would turn me on once upon a time. But today I was unaffected.

"And what are you doing like this. Wear some clothes." I said suddenly realising that she is not even covered her specialties averting my gaze away from her nude body, not remembering how I loved to cuddle her in her birth suit.

She looked at herself from top to bottom and answered surprisingly "What!! You have seen me more times than you remember like this." feeling proud of her super curvaceous body.

I felt vibrations under the only garment I wore and I was about to move too close to her and then I remembered that we are no longer together. She no longer belongs to me, neither does her sizzling body.

"Take a grip Ciara" I yelled at her "you are dating Steve"

"Was" she said very calmly as if talking that its not dizzling it's raining.

"Was?" I repeated wanting to know more what she had in her head.

Her milky white and welcomingly $exy body curled into a shape like of a ball as she sat on my bed with her weary and blotchy eyes longing for my hug and begging me to embrace her and kiss her to fade away all the wicked memories of the day. I know how much hurt she was with that small fight of hers, typical girly and squeaky fight where their moves were scratching each other faces with nails or pulling each other's hair not like Shyna's sophisticated fight. Oh shit! Why m I comparing it to Shyna? Whatever I pushed the thought away.

The bruise on her neck was shining for she might have applied some antiseptic cream to it. She looked pained...

I too wanted to touch each and every part of her body, feel her and tell her I used to miss her lot. Again I paused at the thought of word 'used to'.

I was thinking about all the moral values I had stored in me while every inch and ell of my hormones were begging me to throw her on the bed and get a handful but I am a better person than that.

Good god! I was so tired about the happening of the day and the match itself is so tiring. It's not that' I do not practice or do physical fitness but the match, the deadline, expectation and pressure all is so draining that all I want now is a good nights sleep but with Ciara sitting/ no sitting without a stray fabric on her body is doing no good to me.

We might have been official couple some times ago and I HAVE seen her $exy skin a lot number of times, rather I had Had it as delightedly like you he a lovely Italian desert 'tiramisu' after a flourishing Italian dinner but things have changed by now.

And she is my friend about which I am not sure but the positive truth is she is Steve's girlfriend. Though things were a little stale between me and Steve earlier but I am not like him, I cannot do this to my friend's girlfriend.

"I broke off with him." She said easily.

"Whatever but I am not comfortable ummm.. Like this" I pointed at her nude body still avoiding to look at her full blossomed b**bs and curved ass; I was always a pervert for her.

But it was past.... I explained my hyper hormones and picked my blanket and my pillow which I am a bit possessive about as I like to use only my pillow to sleep specially when I am in my own house so I headed towards the guest room to sleep.

"Dave.. Dave.. Where are you going? She jumped from the bed running towards me and "I am here for you" she said playing with my chest hair which were hardly any for I have get rid of them due to the sport I am in which the sweat and hair is not a good combination.

I was getting hard from the most delicate organ so I lifted her hand harshly, gave a warning glare and warned her "you want to stay here for tonight. You can. I cannot let you out at this late hour but KEEP away from me" and walked off.

In my deep slumber in the other room of my house I was having another round of basket ball finals match when I was about take a turn, I normally do this after the match as I replay the entire match in my dreams dribbling the ball.

Out of blues in my dreams the hard basket ball turned very soft and it also shrunk in size.

I was wandering still sleepy that it is just a dream when a soft moan caught my attention and I woke up like it was a night mare.

I had actually cupped one of soft balls of Ciara's brea$t$ in one of my hands and she was moaning with desire.

She might have shifted to my guest room to share bed with me.

Ciara woke up in a haze staring widely at me not at all bothered about the guilt feeling that arose in me for the moment.

"I want you back Dave." She said in her voice which was combined with a lump in her throat.

I pitied her for a moment and wanted to cuddle her. But it was her fault that she is never contended with whatever she has on her platter.

I was so disgusted and upset and also sleep deprived, an add on tired too so out of senses I wore the only white shirt and black trousers that I had kept in one of the drawers of my guest room in haste not bothering to tie all the buttons, picked my car keys and drove away.

Again I was driving in circles at the round about of the main road wandering where to go.

Jack's house wasn't a good option, one for the mess at his place it simply f#cks me off for I am a maniac as far as cleanliness is concerned. Moreover I can expect him having his $ex games with any random girl so dropping at his place at peaks of the night is not a

Viable option.

Ron would also be occupied with after party cleaning and you never know if all his rooms are busy with hormonal couples completely into each other.

The only feasible option now was to hire a room in a hotel but dam.. F##k...shit.... I forgot my wallet at my place eager to move away from the most seductive girl in the world, who's each and every part of the body is like a open book to me and I am also quite quotient about the different kinds of pleasure I can get from each of them.

Also I have been $ex deprived all these days so things were sure to get out of control like Shyna got when she was pointed with the dagger.

"Am I actually comparing my situation with Shyna?" ....."

"Good idea" I muttered to myself and my hands moved on the steering wheel of my BMW in their own accord. I was only staring at the empty roads ahead careful with the speed and the rarest of vehicle present because of late night, the street lights shining leaving their shadow a bit thicker than their actual size passed by me, all the houses which were enveloped with peaceful darkness were bidding me good bye as I drove cautiously from the residential area.

It was only when brakes were pulled and ignition was shut down as I twisted the knob of the front lights of my car that I realised I actually listened to my instincts doing the awful.

Yes it is indeed stupid of me to land up at this girl's residence at this hour of midnight especially when I am thoroughly aware that she might have locked all her doors and windows and would be rummaging alone in to whole house doing nothing but moving restlessly.

This girl has serious problems man!!!.

So I remind myself about the 'make her smile' thing and walked ahead.

Fortunate /but strangely enough the doors were kept open. I checked my watch. I double checked the house number and the street and even checked my breath keeping my cupped palm in front of my mouth breathing out and inhaling the smell.

Aaaah ugghh.... I did smell beer but surely not that bad to be wasted and reaching a wrong house.

Should I leave? Should I enter? Would she be mad? I was asking myself confused and hesitating to enter to someone's house in the deep darks of the night.

I do think a lot about her. Naaay!!! Okay!.. I have started thinking now a days about her. F##k I have been comparing anything and any damn thing with her. So I need to know her a bit more

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Elina is moving restlessly on her bed. She has been given strict orders to show the progress of the case she had been assigned. Talking to her boyfriend at Los Angeles did no good to her like erlier which would pump up her mood and she'd sleep peacefully after having phone $ex with Him and sleeping off dreaming of him through out the night. Had she not had a family to feed to; she would be happily playing babies with him. But this case is screwing her up for more reason than the deadlines

Though she need not be bothered for other two men officers who were appointed for the case asked for voluntary suspension from their duties and even accepted transfers with ease. She had taken this as a challenge.

Suddenly she gets up from her bed scurries through all the papers and checks her laptop running through the entire texts, interviews, area of crime, accused details, girls who escaped the r@pe, victims who were killed...

And she got her first clue.

*All the victims so far were already accused of r@pe cases earlier and they escaped due to lack of proper evidence, in some cases the girl didn't survive to give her witness...

[Was this a good sign? Should she rejoice at this achievement?.....]

Davidson's pov

Q: So shall I enter?[I asked myself]

A: no she'll get angry.

Q: when doesn't she get angry?

A: this is what I want to work for!

Q: Am I talking to myself?

A: yeah you are drunk, tired and sleepy and INSANE!!!!!

And I passed a huge yawn opening my mouth wider than normal and just like a kid embarrassed I checked if any one noticed. But whom should I expect at this time when everyone around is sleeping peacefully in the comfort of their blessed homes.

Sleep excogitated over me and I headed towards the main entry entering the big house which wasn't that neat and tidy but wasn't messy either. I arranged the shoes kept on the entrance in a straight line, and then I moved ahead working with the alignment of the cushions of the sofa.

The dog, oops the pet- people hate to call their pets as dog but what his name is? I had heard his name from Shyna when she calls out to him but I am drunk and add on sleepy enough to remember his name when he approached me. He did not bark at me surprisingly but was grunting like growling in whisper, trying to tell me something. He was also wagging his tale showing his little excitement to see me. He did bark a little too. But it was not loud enough to wake up the neighbourers. What scared me was the fact that if that feisty girl is disturbed with his barking, she'll attack me with her killer moves. God she fights like a warrior but I am not feeling fit enough to have hand to hand with her.

Again the entire concept of coming here to spend a night was a mistake but I am too numb to think astutely and so I went to where the pet came from.

This was a bit interiors of the house and new to me for I had only reached till the hall rooms before furious and angry Shyna would kick me out.

I followed the pet silently wandering in my deepest sanity about how good is it to intrude into someone's residence and what am I putting myself into.

I have lot more things to be worried about other than this girl but again it's like some non visible powers or forces are pushing me into this. Also I succumb to the situation with an excuse that I am tired and wasted and by morning I'd be able to think straight.

As I reached the entrance of a room which was well lit and freezing with air-conditioning on. 'Who keeps on air conditioning in this weather?' I asked myself and walked ahead to see it was a gym with the latest and most provocative instruments and machineries.

I was admiring each and every machine and appreciating the fact that they were well maintained, leaving the fact that the towels were still left on the machine and Shyna's hoodie resting on the metal wall of the dumbbell holder. Cleanliness maniac I am!!

I was gazing at the brands when my feet got stuck and was about to tumble down but being a trained pro basket ball player I managed to balance myself again.

For the first time did I look down and what lay in front of me was shocking/ saddening or you can say friggingly scary.

Shyna was lying on the floor, NO! she fell on the floor or she fell unconscious on the floor.

I bent down to take a clear picture of what I was seeing or I tried to figure out what actually is the scene amidst of the blurry vision I had.

Shyna was unconscious for sure, her nose bled but the blood had now dried out. Her fingers were swollen with reddishness. Her hair were peeking out from the bun that she had made, her face tired and pale like always. The right side of her face looked beautiful like the first sunshine of the day where the sun rises with all its glory and the sky turns into blend of misty yellow, orange and red.

I cupped her face in my hand trying to wake her up and the ugly scar was now visible grabbing away all her beauty. I kept meandering in my thoughts about the reason that caused this ugly scar to this ecstatic face. It looked a little bigger than usual but never had I had a chance to see her so closely so this all might be an assumption.

She did not budge even when I moved her face with my hands and also tapped it twice.

I did it softly and slowly not to hurt her soft smooth skin.

I then lifted her up bridal style and took her out of the gym and headed out to direction other than the living room. Towards the right were some stairs and I climbed them to find a room exactly where the steps ended and I took her there putting her on the bed.

I put on some covers to her as I saw her shivering body with a huge tee and cycling shorts. She looked like a thin skinny tortoise in its shell.

I scanned the room to find a bottle of water and tried to feed her. Having couple of baby sips which hardly reached her throat as they spilled from her mouth for she was too tired to get up and drink. She rather had no idea about the happening around or where exactly she was. Though I was worried about her medical stability but I decided to wait till morning before I call the medics.

Shyna's pov

I never felt better than today before.....

My body wasn't aching much and I had slept through out the night without waking up and scurrying around the house.

I turned around from the pillow as I was sleeping on my stomach then lifted the covers that enveloped me soothingly as the sunshine hit me on my eyes making me feel warm and fresh on a cold morning.

I turned sideways to sleep a little more, something I hadn't done since ages but the comfort of the room was inviting me into a zone of some more transient sleep.

But my hand brushed against some unrecognizable thing that the entire complacency disappeared at an instant.

I woke up to see a male figure sleeping on the floor besides me with his hands and head on the bed turned down that I couldn't see his face.

I was back to the era of my nightmares. I was panicked, scared as the history repeated itself when I used to wake up to a new nightmare every day being r@ped by either of three.

My heart started pounding in my chest. I was not able to arbiter between reality and my incubusion.

Reminiscence of last night became fresh where I read in the news in my laptop about another gang r@pe in the city where the girl demanded of euthanasia.

I felt I was living that life again and I wish I too would be gifted of the same merci killing but my love for my mom had me doing the otherwise.

I wish I could help the girl but all I did was fought with the evil faces in my gym till I went unconscious. But the strangest part is I am not feeling the pain that I normally do and I slept well too.

The biggest fear on my part is this guy who is sleeping besides my bed. 'Did he r@pe me?' doesn't look like but he surely wants to for I remember the green eyed who'd always wake me up with his hot cigarette ash being careful that I do not get burn marks for he wanted to use my skin to... the thought itself is so traumatizing.

'you are stronger now' I convinced myself.

I went behind this guy, hesitated for a while because I could hear soft snores from him, the ones you get when you are sleeping peacefully but the fact lies is no man is supposed to enter my room and especially without my knowledge and who knows he'd been waiting to r@pe me when I get up as I was half dead and he couldn't get what he wanted.

I stood up and readied myself, my legs in the standardize position as I fold my palms into a fist and hit a punch on his back, being careful not to hit on his spinal chord.

I never want to murder a sleeping guy in my own room. Though I wouldn't have hesitated a bit if he tried anything on me.

The guy turned around looking very disappointed to be woken from his slumber, staring longingly and painfully with his grays. He took some time to register what was happening around being completely confused and was rubbing his back with utmost difficulty as his hands could barely reach them.

I was ready for my second blow which was a leg kick on his stomach but he immediately blocked my foot with the cup of both his hands and tried to start peace treaty by placing my foot softly on the floor but I had separate plans as I bent a little hitting him on his shoulder with my elbow. With a jump he stood up a little taller than me and said my name 'Shyna'.

Though I was distracted with the softness of his voice, the way he uttered my name which I had after ages from somebody else's mouth. But the green eyed guy from my past was flashing again and again accompanied with the girls plea of euthanasia as I saw on you tube when she was carried to the ambulance so I took all my frustrations on this guy for my wounds had gotten fresh now.

I punched him, he moved sideways securing himself. I hit him with a punch. He blocked it with his palm straight. I fought, fought and fought with punches, elbows, side kicks, lunges everything but he never answered back. He tried to defend himself but not even once did he try his hand on the fight. I did hit him on the chest which had some locked which poked on his chest leading to a bruise but he was unaffected.

I felt helpless all over again having no better moves left to fight and defeat this guy in front of me.

I finally gave up crying and dropping on the floor breathing hard and punching the Italian marble floor of my room and sobbing again.

Next I realized that my hand was lifted and brought to my heart as I heard oracle of numbers as they went 5... 4... 3... and the grays were looking into my browns looking deep in my soul with 2... 1...

My breathing paced to normal and he said "Feeling good!" with a smile plastered on his face as he was grinning victoriously.

The smile wasn't wicked for the victory of the fight but it was for the satisfaction of using reverse count mechanism successfully on me.

I simply nodded in agreement lost with how fast did my heart came back in my control, how the negativities and dreary feelings were replaced by calmness.

A cold metal touched my lips and my lips hydrated with the water in it which the no 10. guy held in his hand making me drink very small sips but continuously, looking at me caringly.

He asked me if I was done only with the blinking of his gray eyes and tilting his neck sideways.

I deserted the glass away from my lips and nodded in agreement. Immediately he offered me with a small hand towel to wipe out my face.

I was in awe for a long time. Am I reliving my childhood dreaming about Mr. Perfect who no where exists in reality?.....

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