I Shouldn't Love Him
I Shouldn’t Love Him – Chapter 2

Liya’s point of view

7:00 a.m. and I still have my morning cigarette between my fingers. The pack of Marlboros hasn’t left my side since my father died.

As I don’t want to ruin my health, I only smoke in the morning, what better way to start my day.

— Liya, my darling, I hear my mother calling out to me.

I put out my half-started cigarette, I take my now empty cup of tea and I leave my room, I go down the stairs and join her in the kitchen.

— I have to leave early today, I can drop you off… she suggests.

I place my cup on the sink and pour myself a glass of water.

— No, it will be fine, I prefer to walk.

She sighs, staring at me strangely with her free hand, she fixes her already perfect hairstyle.

– Okay… she said simply.

She comes closer to me and takes me in her arms.

— I love you, my darling.

– Me too, mom… I whispered, responding to her embrace.

– Well I have to go, I’m already late.. she said, taking her bag, her jacket and the keys.

After she leaves, I go up to my room, I put on my eternal sneakers, I get my bag and I go to college.

A few hours later..

My God it’s hot, my t-shirt is starting to stick to my skin, my hair let’s not talk about it, I have to think about cutting it.

— Table 10 order ready.

I hasten to take the order at the indicated table. I replace that today there are a lot more customers than usual in this little restaurant, it’s getting stifling!

– My little one, you didn’t bring me my drink, said a fat, bearded man with a

perverse look.

Small … ? yet another a*****e! And who does he think he is? He hadn’t ordered anything yet as far as I know.

– You didn’t order a drink… I replied wildly and confidently.

— This kid must have responded… remarked another man sitting on their table.

— The kid tells you to go f**k yourself.

I respond angry and leave their table.

These kinds of people really need to be put in their place!

I hear them insulting me but I don’t pay attention and very quickly they attack another waitress.

It’s starting to get dark and my shift has just finished, I take off my apron and I massage my sweating neck, it’s exhausting being a waitress.

After I finish packing up my things, I rush out the door to go home. It’s cold and my skin shivers to adapt to this pleasant freshness.

I take the shortest way home and as the streets are dark I hurry my pace.

Only a few minutes left for me to arrive at my destination.

I hear noises from farms behind me… shit I’m being followed.

I speed up my movements, feeling the footsteps getting closer, I start to run.

The steps are getting closer, I’m afraid, I’m running, I’m trembling all over.

Running at high speed, I cross the deserted street. Not looking before crossing, a car rushes towards me, headlights blind me, my heart skips a beat, my legs refuse to move immobilized by fear.

The car suddenly swerves to the right at the last moment, thus avoiding the worst.

I breathe heavily, my eyes are wide open still in shock by what just happened.

I turn around and notice that the man still hasn’t given up and is heading straight towards me.

I continue my run while shouting for help.

Suddenly, I replace myself propelled wildly against a wall.

A scream comes out of my mouth, of fear and pain, I am imprisoned by

his disgusting body.

— So kid how we meet again?

His voice gives me goosebumps…he’s the pervert from the restaurant.

I spat in his face, which made him step back, I wanted to run away but he grabbed my arm violently, so hard that I thought he was going to break it.

He slaps me hard and I land on the cold ground.

I have a headache, this bastard didn’t miss me.

My tears threaten to flow. but I will not give him this pleasure.

I quickly get up ready to defend myself but he catches me and pins me against the cold wall.

— Help, help… I shouted with all my strength.

This time he gives me a punch enough to make me see stars and eb takes the opportunity to grope me. He firmly traps my wrists above my head, he deposits his disgusting saliva all along my neck, his hands violently grab my chest.

Shivers of disgust run through me, I want to vomit. I wanted to hit him on his private parts but he understood my gesture and blocked my knee.

— Help me… I screamed desperately.

He punches me in the stomach…damn it hurts! It can’t end like this, he can’t rape me.

He cups my face and k****s me wildly, I’m going to vomit for sure.

He withdraws his mouth from the foul breath and suddenly tears my t-shirt which shows my chest.

I hit him with the little strength I had left, unfortunately for me he pulled on my hair and threw me to the ground, then crushing me with all his weight… you dirty pig.

“Actually, you’re pretty darn good for a kid,” he murmurs in his unbearable voice.

He starts to pull up my pants, I wiggle under him and struggle as best I can. He growls in displeasure and circles my neck with his large palms.

I place my hands against his and try to remove them but he tightens his grip strongly, I start to choke….air, I need to breathe my God, I’m going to die that’s it!

And then I don’t feel anything anymore… no more his paws on my body. I finally breathe, I take deep breaths of air and cough violently, I massage my bruised neck, I’m not dead… I hear

punches echoing in the silence, the corner is too dark, I barely distinguishes two silhouettes.

The blows persist, my attacker begs the person to stop tormenting him.

— Stop, please stop. I repeated, trembling.

I don’t like violence and I definitely don’t want anyone to commit murder because of me, even if that perverted bastard deserves it.

And immediately the punches stopped.

— Dare to raise your hand against a woman again and you’ll see, you bastard…

I hear the hoarse and threatening voice of the stranger. In the next second, my attacker ran away holding his stomach, walking with difficulty and groaning in pain…I sighed relieved.

My tremors don’t stop, I hurt everywhere and my head, what pain!

Everything is heavy on me. My vision becomes blurry, a silhouette approaches me, my eyelids are heavy so it is difficult to open them.

— Miss, are you well?

My head turns, I open my eyes, my gaze falls on a dark suit, I cannot make out his face.

He takes off his jacket and covers my exposed upper body.

My head, everything revolves around me and then nothing, black hole…

Xavier’s point of view

— Thank you for dinner my love.. whispers Inès.

I park outside her house and stare at her.

— It was nothing, I like spending time with you. I said .

— My daughter must surely be back, she might see us… she suddenly worries.

—When are you going to tell him about the two of us? It’s serious when I tell you that I want to marry you. How old is she ? 8-10 years old, she will surely understand that her mother wants to meet another man, I don’t see what the problem is.

She takes a deep breath, eyes closed, then her dark gaze meets mine.

— Actually Xavier, I’m afraid of his reaction, the problem is that my daughter is 18 years old. she responds hurriedly.

I look at her with wide eyes, somewhat shocked by her revelation.

— I had my daughter when I was 17.. she continues.

Her head is lowered and she was avoiding my gaze. I would like to ask her how

come she got it so young and many other questions cross my mind, but I don’t ask her anything while feeling her embarrassment.

I lift her face up with my thumb and index finger, forcing her to look at me.

— I understand but that doesn’t change anything, I won’t judge you.

And for all answer, she pulls me by the neck and k****s me tenderly, I participate in the k**s while grunting with satisfaction.

She then detaches herself from my lips and places her forehead against mine.

— I love you… she whispers.

– Me too .

She finally pulls back and smiles at me while biting her lower l*p, this gesture excites me and puts me beside myself.

– If you don’t stop what you’re doing, I risk losing control of myself, I growled in my voice full of desire.

She bursts out laughing then approaches me to place a chaste k**s on my lips.

– Goodnight My Love .

And without waiting for my response, she gets out of my car, I look at her with a smile on my lips, she sways her h**s perfectly, just to provoke me and I love it.

When she is at the entrance to her house, she waves at me which I respond, she finally goes inside and just after I start my car.

This woman will drive me crazy for sure.

During the journey, I drive at high speed, impatient to return home to rest after my long day. What is disturbing in this neighborhood is that the streets are rather dark.

A silhouette coming from nowhere appears in my field of vision and stops in the middle of the street, my hands firmly grip the steering wheel, I brake violently and swerve to the side, narrowly dodging it.

– Shit !

I turn around to see the state of the person…I frown when I see that it is a woman and that she immediately starts running and behind her is a man chasing her.

– Help ! Please help me.. I heard him screaming.

Without thinking, I get out of my vehicle and start chasing them.

I go through the nooks and crannies but I don’t see them anywhere. A scream catches my attention, I manage to locate where it is coming from and I stop when I see what is happening. The young woman lying on the ground is strangled by her attacker.

I hasten to act by violently pushing him away from her. Seeing the state in which he put his victim, I gave him powerful punches. He tries to defend himself but it’s a loss for him, that’s what happens when you attack the weakest.

His face is gradually covered in b***d, he implores me to stop but I don’t listen to him and I continue my blows.

– Stop, please stop” she implores me.

She’s right, I don’t see myself going to death for this loser and I think he’s learned his lesson.

I’m picking up this dirty guy by his shirt and I threaten him, it’s enjoyable to read the fear on his damaged face. He runs away without a backward glance like the good coward that he is.

I walk slowly towards the young girl so as not to rush her , she’s shaking like a leaf.

— Miss, are you okay?

With the darkness, I can’t see her face enough.

She’s still trembling and I realize she’s in her bra in front of me. I quickly look away from her. her body and immediately covers her with my jacket.

She doesn’t move, she’s weak, I’m about to talk to her but she faints.

I rush to catch her before she collapses to the ground and pull her against my chest, she looks so fragile. I can’t leave her alone here and unfortunately I don’t know her

address. I carefully lift her and take her into my car, place her on the passenger side, sit in my seat and drive off immediately.

After about ten minutes, I park at the bottom of my residence. I lift her up again, enter my home, turn on the switch and carry her into my room where I gently place her.

I can finally see his face, I notice that she has some bruises and her mouth is bleeding. I head to the bathroom, get something to treat her.

I sit down next to him and start to wipe away the b***d that has flowed from his lips.

I put a little disinfectant on a cotton pad and gently apply it to her lower l*p.

When there are no more bloodstains, I don’t move, my body leaning against hers, I contemplate her. She looks quite beautiful, my gaze drifts towards her parted lips that I have just cleaned.

Instinctively my index finger wanders over her lips and I pull it away as quickly as if I had burned myself. I straighten up slightly and my gaze rests along his body.

his white sneakers are worn out.? And her t-shirt is quite large for her, I don’t understand how a girl like her can

dress like that.

My eyes continue their exploration and stop on the jacket that I had put on him.

The buttons are not closed, which gives me a glimpse of a rather flat stomach covered with moles.

What catches my eye is this navel piercing and this black lace bra which is contradictory to her neglected style. I think it’s…sexy. But what the hell is possessing me to stare at her like that?

She can’t even be in her twenties, pull yourself together Xavier!

I jump when a ringtone rings, it must be his phone…his phone, what an idiot! I should have thought to check if she had one before taking her home.

I look for him when I see a light flashing from the pocket

of his jeans. The moment my hand touches her pants, she wakes up and emits a cry seeing me in this posture on her.

She is frightened and takes refuge at the edge of the bed with her knees drawn up on herself.

The ringing has stopped…. and so has time when my eyes meet his. I imagined that she would have black, hazel, brown eyes, anything but not this hypnotizing color.

This young girl is magnificent, an angel, that’s what she reminds me of…