Chapter 96: Iris: Hectic night
HECTIC. THE only way to describe how my day has been so far is just that one word.
From the stranger I had to face this morning to us running to Lucas’ car because soone made a live stream of us in the gym earlier and now we have a crowd tailing us wanting to get autographs from him.
I know he’s hot but co on, how can he be hot enough to draw such a large group of ladies out at night like this? I can’t imagine what the A-list celebrities face on a daily basis when Lucas who just beca famous last week is suddenly getting so much attention.
Lucas pulls
to a secluded corner on the edge of the parkade that looks like a storage space for a janitor’s equipnt. Making sure I don’t hit the wall, he places
on his chest and hides us from the group that was following us a while ago whilst I close my eyes and let myself feel him for once after barely touching him for an hour now.
Oh, how I missed his chest.
"I’m sure I saw him running this way," says one of them whilst the others let out disapproving grunts and sulk about how much they wanted Lucas’ autograph.
"Let
check this side," a familiar voice calls out from the chaotic won outside. Her footsteps echo on the slab as she covers the distance separating her from the room we are and I open my eyes from sheer terror, only to worsen my condition the mont I take our surroundings in.
Nothing is visible in this small space and yet I know it’s small as fuck. Sothing is scrapping my ass but that is the least of my concerns at the mont. The darkness. It’s like a void space in here, hell-bent darkness that won’t let
see even the man who is holding
in place.
It starts with my hands. They won’t stop trembling no matter how much I try to suppress them. After them, my whole body goes into a frenzy like enzys on the loose. Lucas notices the change and clasps my shoulders.
"Iris?"
"L-lets go..." I can’t even finish what I want to say without almost biting my tongue.
"Ah fuck. I forgot about that, tsk." He holds the small door he had closed so we don’t get caught and opens it. A small crack of light filters in the mont he pushes it, but it’s still not enough.
"Lucas is that you? Co out, I just want to see you."
As if a switch has been flipped inside my head, the mories flood inside my brain, filling it to the brim with their unpleasantness. I shudder when the voice I had almost forgotten cos haunting
like a ghost in this enclosed dark space.
"Iris, co out and et Daddy. Let’s get out of here and go sowhere beautiful."
I don’t rember his face, but the voice is another matter. Aside from that raspy tone only a drunkard can achieve after years of drinking and those grey eyes that unfortunately got bestowed to , I only know that he was a white man. Everything else is blurry—except the nights when he haunted .
"Ah!" I scream out, letting go of Lucas and hitting sothing behind
that sends a clutter of tals clinking on the ground as they make noise loud enough to make my ears go numb. I cover them and my eyes, sitting on the ground as tears threaten to co out.
This feels too familiar. It’s like deja vu, but I know it happened.
It’s just like that day when my mom finally decided to leave with . Yes, I destroyed her entire wedding collection of pots and plates after trying to climb into the kitchen unit and making it topple over.
"Iris. Are you hurt?"
He said that too. He tried to open the door but failed because Mom had locked it.
"Iris. Let’s get out of here."
Oh my god. Even Lucas is using the sa dialogue as him!
"I’m scared."
"I know. Let
get you out of here."
"What are you doing there? That area is restricted and anyone who trespasses is bound by the law and made to pay a fine." Chloe’s sharp rebuking tone jerks
back to reality.
"Ah, sorry. I thought I heard soone scream inside," cos that familiar voice again. I feel large hands go under my legs and behind my back before they raise
and carry
out of the room.
Opening my eyes, I’m not shocked to see Lucas holding , but his pale face tells
everything I need to know. I had another nyctophobia attack whilst he watched.
"There they are. I told you he was in here," the girl who tried to make Lucas sign her bottle beams to herself and points at Lucas. However, she too goes silent when she sees the look on his face.
"As you can see, he is exhausted. Please let him go back ho and rest as soone who supports him and wants the best for him. He can’t pass autographs and have his photos taken whilst looking like that."
Before she even replies, the girl disappears from our sight and rushes back to the crowd from earlier. I can’t hear what she tells them, but we soon hear grunts and curses before they all disperse and go back to their gym sessions.
"I’m sorry about that. I thought I had managed to distract them, but it seems they even know what your back looks like," Clara apologizes.
"We’re changing our session to private ones," Lucas tells her and begins strutting towards his car with
still wrapped in his arms. My head is lying on his chest and I’m still shaking from the aftermath of what just happened.
"Noted, sir. Please contact
and let
know when you’d like to get started."
I don’t know if Lucas heard her but he keeps walking until we’re in his car. He places
in my seat gently before removing his jacket and wrapping it around .
"I’m not cold."
"Just let
take care of you." I can’t fight with him when he uses that gentle tone with . Even my body eases on the shaking as if it knows we’re being protected.
After giving
three kisses on the forehead, he enters the car and takes out his phone to send a ssage.
"I just told your grandparents not to worry about you because you’re with . You’re sleeping at my place today."
"Thank you," is all I say before closing my eyes.
But even then, the peace I want won’t co to , for in sleep lies the strangest and scariest power humanity has.
Nightmares.
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