"I will be staying here?". She asked looking at the mansion in front of her shocked

"Do you have another place?". He asked haughtily as he rolls his eyes

She moves a little closer to him, "Is it haunted?".

He looks at her blankly for the longest time hoping she would laugh at any given moment but the seriousness on her face made him sigh knowing she isn't joking.

"It is not haunted". He said each word slowly for her to understand as he starts to walks inside and she didn't follow behind, "At least that's what I believe".

She immediately runs towards him walking closer to him and he bites his lips to keep his face blank as he intends to do.

"Your room will be in that corner". He motioned to the other half of the mansion wanting to keep her at a far distance from him

She nodded not wanting to question him further and have him getting angry at her.

He sighs, "Can you just stop thinking the worse of me?".

"When you look like that". She said pointing at him and the moment she realises what she said she covers her mouth cursing herself

He looks at himself then back at her scared face not wanting her to be scared of him is something that is on his mind since the first time he met her but she only seems scared of him each time.

So, he chooses the best option which is to direct her to her room and lock himself in his room for his sanity. Because the more he stays near her the more he is drawn closer to her.

He enters his darkroom leaving the lights off as he stumbles throwing himself on the bed after spending the whole night and next day in the hospital chair or sofa while they run all sort of tests on her.

He didn't dare to explain to her that she lost her child and he didn't even want to be the one to tell her something this sensitive since he has no emotions of his own he will struggle more to understand her emotions.

The doctor suggested keeping the fact away from her until she is mentally stable enough to handle it as the earlier panic attack only showed how much of the pain she is in to bear something more on it.

He turns on his bed looking at the ceiling blankly with his personality he had driven the people far away from him which is to his benefit because each person has their motives, wishes and intentions for him not caring about what he desires for.

Isn't that what today human do?.

They impose their thinking, understanding and their desires burden on other souls without any consciousness or thoughts while some of the innocent soul was damaged gravely.

He had seen the consciousness of human leaving them in a brick of moment. And if someone doesn't hold them accountable in that moment that's exactly when they start to become the copy of Satan.

Because if someone were to slap the sense into them. They would have known they were wrong. Isn't that what parents do with their younger children?. To have them understand that they did wrong- they hold them accountable, question them on their behaviour, explain why it's wrong and if they still do it- they slap sense into them.

How is that different when a person is older then?. Because as they grow older they need more sense knocked into them and not to be left out of leash to do whatever they want and have people backing them.

That is when the monster is made.

He closes his eyes tired wanting to sleep for a moment if possible because his insomnia is killing him. He twists and turn for a long time before giving up and instead starts to work on his project after a refreshing shower.

His mind didn't support him this time as he kept wondering about the woman he had left a few hours ago on the other side. The thought of what she is doing and how she is doing starts to roam and take place all over his mind not helping his state at all.

Why is that woman so powerful to control his senses?. He clenches the pencil tightly in his hand breaking it when he had enough of his mind having all thoughts about her.

He sniffs when he finds an alluring smell invading into his room and he frowns because there is no one beside them in this house.

Was she hurt?. She can't be cooking when she can barely stand, right?.

He throws the broken pencil in the bin walking out of the room hearing the movement of things in the silence of the mansion. He walks a little faster down the long stairs towards his grand kitchen halting when he finds her standing right in the middle of it.

"What do you think you are doing?". He asked startling her as she drops the knife right on her finger cutting them causing them to bleed

His eyes widen as he saw the blood and that red colour dripping down her fingers making his heartbeat rapidly as he feels the oxygen level decreasing but his eyes remained on the blood making him fall on the ground holding his head.

Red is the colour he hated the most in this world. For people, it symbolizes love/happiness but do they not realise that it symbolizes blood?. Red is the exact colour that drips out of someone when they are hurt and sometime it drips way too much causing them to die.

She watches him breathing heavily causing her to panic a little as he hasn't seen him that way and she doesn't know if she is entitled to help him or if he gets mad at her and hit her instead.

But she knows she has to help him that's her nature so she removes her shawl from her shoulder walking towards him covering him with it.

"It's ok. You are ok. It's over. Nothing will hurt you anymore". She repeated the words she longed to hear all this time as she continued to repeat them until she heard him take a deep breath and his shoulder relaxing

She stepped away from him sit sitting on the cold floor waiting for him to return to his usual stance. She waited for a few more minutes when he removes the shawl from himself clenching it in his hands and his eyes turn to her. She finds the deep sorrow and resentment in his eyes and she feels herself choking because he looks beyond broken.

She understands something at that moment that his physical appearance was a facade that he built for the world to stop causing him pain, that's his shield against the offering of the world.

"Let me ask you one question". He said as his voice remains strained, "Why?. Why did you let that happen?. Just why in the world?".

She looks at him for the longest time watching the agony shimmer in his eyes and it was his pain shining brightly, "Patience. That is why".

"What is that supposed to mean?". He asked furiously as he was losing himself again because of her

"Whenever he raised his hand at me I was told by the women and men that I need to have patience and I will soon be rewarded for it. They told me that they had it worse yet they managed to live this far. They always made me apologise to him saying that I should bend myself so he can find my sweetness a way to become good to me. They all told me...". She said as she pulls on her hair feeling suffocated, "They told me that I will be able to live a happy life with that man because he was financially stable that none of their men was and I should look at the positive and stop complaining".

He banged his hand on the floor causing her to shriek in fear moving away from him, "Then why did you run away?. Why didn't you leave him if you knew he was wrong?. Why?".

"You told me you will ask me one question and I have a right to say no". She said in a low whisper yet he heard it making him slumping back on the floor

He lays down on the floor looking at the ceiling as a chuckle escape his lips, "That is the same shit they teach all the women. A weak man is never good enough to have a woman for himself. He feels the power by hitting her and taking out his insecurities on her".

"What do you mean?". She asked confused

"What else did they taught you?. What about the fact that you were raped?". He asked sitting on the floor looking at her confused face, "Don't tell me you don't know you were raped?".

"Raped?. Is there a thing like that in marriage?". She asked genuinely confused, "When I got married I didn't like it whenever he touched me even now and I told him to stop but it ended in worse. But the women taught me that a woman needs to do what her man says because it is said by the Lord".

He snickers clenching his hands, "That just how they cover the bastard who hurts women. What about the fact that the same Lord had ordered to treat your women right?. To have them cherish and to have them loved?. To fulfil their needs in bed and out of the bed?. What about the countless times he ordered the same thing over and over again?".

"What about those words they told me?". She asked trying her best to understand

"Those words are true, alright". He said sighing, "But a woman has her rights. If she refuses, then its a no and whatever those words say they never say that the man can force himself on the woman when she clearly declined. It clearly says that the woman will deal with the Lord questions and so on not the man doing anything forcefully. That is rape".

"It never felt right". She said clenching her stomach as she had felt the pain every single night, "I told him to stop even when he continued to abuse me through it but he never stopped until he was done".

"Why aren't the women taught their rights to these activities?. Why aren't they told exactly what they can do when they are there. Why they are just reminded over and over to submit themselves to the man?". He screamed angrily scaring her as she looks at him with tears brimming her eyes, "Don't cry".

She frowns wiping her tears away, "Don't shout. It scares me".

"I am sorry. I am not mad at you I am mad at-". He started

"The world". She completed his sentence as he nodded sighing, "World is never told to be perfect we just like to assume it that way".

"You are just 18". He said shaking his head, "Why do a kid has to be this mature?".

She smiles genuinely at his words when he added, "It's not a compliment".

Her smiles vanish as she pouts making him chuckle and her eyes turn to him so he immediately replaces his emotions, "Follow me".

She groaned standing from the floor walking behind him to the lounge as he asks her to sit down while he went somewhere coming back with a first-aid kit.

He opens the box and she finds all sort of ointments for bruises, cut and so on in them with medication to reduce the pain.

"Why do you have so many?". She asked looking through the medicine, "Do you often get hurt?".

"Not me". He replied asking her to forward her hand as he applied the medicine making her wince, "This is why you should have stayed in your room and rest".

"Even when I had a broken foot and hand I never rested". She said chuckling

"Pain is not something to laugh about". He said blowing on her skin making her shiver as her eyes take in the gentleness he uses to take care of her wound, "Pain is something to embrace to fight back".

"Not everyone can fight". She said making his eyes turns to her

"Everyone can fight it the ability to consider fighting back that's taken from us. They make our mind weak and think we aren't capable of fighting back that we never even try". He said wrapping his fingers in the bandage, "Didn't you win when you fought back?".

She thought for a moment remembering that she indeed fought that man for once in her life and its something she never thought she was capable of.

"Isn't that our survival instincts?". She asked

"You should have used that every time so he knows that you won't surrender to him rather fight him off. These people just need a strong kick from someone to come back to their senses". He said leaning back in the sofa looking at her cheeks that were still swollen

"He broke my hand when I did that". She confessed

"When did you got married?".

"When I turned 15".

Now he knows why they say curiosity kills a cat. He is going to die or he is going to kill someone.