SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 171

- KILLIAN -

I run after her. I’m not supposed to do so in broad daylight but I’m not about to let her experience anything alone again. Not when I’m here. My purpose of being here is to be here for her and only her. I want her to lean on me, and maybe, someday, I’ll be able to open up about myself fully to her then lean on her too. But that’ll be when I’m done with this life of mine.

When nothing of my then past will haunt either of us.

Hazel makes a turn, running into the pathway. There are barely any people here which is a good thing for her. I chase after her.

“Hazel wait, talk to me.” I call.

She turns to look at me without slowing down her pace. “Stop. Go away.” She breaths. I can’t. I won’t. I don’t care what she has to say to me, be it mean, but I won’t leave her alone to sort anything out by herself again. “Stop chasing me, people will see you.”

I don’t care. None of them matters to me as much as you do. But logically speaking, as a professor and her professor, I shouldn’t be having this cat race with her in public. “Only if you stop running.” I respond coolly.

A scoff slid in my ears as she spares me another look. Tears. From that short look she gave me, my eyes caught on the tears in her face. Hazel runs into the women’s bathroom.

Fuck.

Does she think this will stop me? I will wait out here till she comes out if I must. But how long will that be? I don’t know and I don’t want her there alone. My eyes wander over the door of the women’s restroom and it lands on a sign hanging above it. A half grin forms on my face.

Sometimes, nature just favours me. I reach out to the sign. It’s an ‘open’ and ‘closed’ sign. Just at the right time.

I turn the other side of the sign on the wall, displaying ‘CLOSED’ in front and barge in.

“If there’s anyone inside, please kick the segmented walls.” I say the moment I step in, waiting on the outside. No one responds to my request. It’s rude to be in here but Hazel literally gave me no choice. Again. The last time we were in a restroom alone together after what I can tag as a quarrel, we ended up doing something on the sink neither of us planned. I don’t think that’ll be the case today. I step inside steadily, examining inside cautiously. I won’t be surprised if someone has headphones on while easing herself, that could be a potential reason why I got no response too, it’s vague but unavoidable and I’m taking all the precautions I can to avoid intrusion of privacy. Being here is an intrusion.

“Get out of here.” Hazel yells. Her voice quivered. I can tell she’s sobbing.

“Not until you come out.” I’m standing outside one of the doors blocking each toilet from the sink. She licked herself in there.

“You shouldn’t even be here, I can charge you for sexual harassment.”

I take a deep breath. “But you won’t.” I say serenely, keeping my tone soft and welcoming.

“You don’t know that.”

“True, I don’t, but I’m betting in the love you have for me.” I add.

A whimper echoes within the walls. “I can’t do it anymore, Killian. I’m tired.”

“What can’t you do? Hazel if you come out, we can talk and solve this. Please, let me help you. Be open with me.” This is a plea. I can’t help her if she doesn’t tell me what’s wrong.

This time, her wail is loud, unhidden and I can hear her pain. “There’s nothing you can do to help me. I’m doing this for us.”

My jaw tightens. “If it’s for us, then you’d tell me so WE can sort it out together. That’s why I’m here, no?”

The sound of a flushing toilet blares in the restroom causing me to blink perplexedly. The door blocking her away from me is pushed open abruptly. I let out a sigh of relief. Finally. Dealing with teenagers is a hassle I never thought I’d cross, geez. What’s with the half baked, immature hormones influencing their actions? Standing right in front of me is Hazel, eyes red and watery, clothes roughened too.

“You know you didn’t have to flush.”

She scoffs, walking to my side. “I took a piss.” She confesses, pressing soap on her palm and placing her hand underneath the sink. Water rushes out the tap on her fingers as she washes her hands. I wait for her to finish. Cupping her fingers into a bowl, she lets water run in then rinse her face with it, repeating the process.

I look at her as she does this. Water stops gushing out the tap. I wait for her to sort herself out in front of the mirror.

“Ready to talk to me?” I ask.

Hazel turns to face me, locking eyes with me. Staring deep into her eyes breaks my heart cause I can see the ache in them. I can see unsaid words and burden. I hate that.

“Why didn’t you tell me Kate was coming?” Is the first thing to leave her lips.

Shit. I forgot. That’s not an excuse but I genuinely forgot to mention it.

“Work got me occupied. I forgot to mention.”

Hazel puffs air out her mouth. “Understandable. Busy you has a lot of things on your plate to worry about my childish problems.”

“Hey, hey,” I stretch my hand out to hold her wrist. “It was a simple mistake, okay? I love worrying about your childish problems, they’re never a bother to me nor do I think they’re childish.”

I notice the ends of her lips curl but they quickly fall back down.

“You once told me that you’ll always choose me. Does that still stand?”

I look her carefully in the eyes. “Without a question. Without a single thought, always.”

“Can I hold onto this statement for when the time to choose actually befalls us?” The yearn in her eyes breaks me. Have I ever given her a reason to doubt our love? “Even when my actions become unbearable, will you hang onto me?” frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

I pull Hazel in for a hug. I don’t know what has got her thinking this way but now, I don’t think she wants to be asked questions. My hand holds the small of her back, passionately sinking her into my skin. “Without a single thought.” I affirm. Small fingers sink into my skin.

“Thank you.” Hazel breath, sobbing on my shoulder. She breaks our embrace. Her eyes become cold. “Now leave.” She demands.

Confusion struck me. “What?” I murmur under my breath.

Hazel holds her phone out and dials a number.

“Stay away from me, Killian. I don’t want to be with you anymore.”

I feel my heart shatter into a million pieces. Part of me is trying to gather my thoughts but it’s not working. She rings the line of the number she dialled.

“911 what’s your emergency?” Chimes from the other end of the phone.

“I want to file a restraining order against somebody. He’s constantly stalking me and I don’t feel safe around him.” She says on the line. What is she doing? Where is this coming from?

I want to believe this isn’t for me but for someone else but the look in her eyes says otherwise. Is this even how it’s done?

She mutes her side of the call. “Don’t make this harder for me Killian, go. And don’t bother to question, it’s you. I don’t want to be with you anymore.”