I Shouldn't Love Him
I Shouldn’t Love Him – Chapter 3

Liya’s point of view

I feel a vibration on my right thigh, the sound is unbearable and is giving me a migraine… it’s impossible to f*****g stop!

With difficulty I open my eyes, when I see a large hand trying to touch me, I cry out in fear and take refuge at the edge of the bed.

My gaze meets the owner of this unknown hand and my heart begins to beat faster. What am I doing here ?

— Relax, I mean you no harm… he reassures me with his powerful voice.

I swallow hard, everything comes back to me now, my attacker who was trying to rape me, his hand on my throat, this man in a suit who came out of nowhere and then nothing.

He stares at me for a long time, his gaze is so intense that I can’t hold it.

Standing like this he is imposing, almost frightening. He’s wearing a navy blue suit that must have cost him a fortune. his white shirt which

proudly hugs his firm torso is wrinkled probably because of the other pervert.

He has a few days’ stubble that partially surrounds his full lips and his icy blue irises that stare at me intimidate me to the highest degree. This man, as attractive as he is, must be in his thirties. I look down at my poor intertwined hands. When I notice that I am wearing a jacket, or rather this man’s jacket…. I rush to hide the part of my visible body uncomfortable with being exposed like this. Panic overwhelms me very quickly. This man, alias my savior remains a stranger, I must leave here and as quickly as possible.

— Nothing happened if that’s what’s bothering you, I was only treating your wound, you have nothing to fear.

He was a great help to me but now I have nothing more to do here. I try to get up but my head hurts terribly, which does not go unnoticed by the man in the suit.

— Don’t move, I’ll bring you what you need. he said.

I simply nod and he leaves the room.

My cell phone which was in my pocket starts to ring, I take it out and discover that it is my mother, at the same time he returns with a glass of water and a tablet.

– Here, drink, I’ll answer for you… he orders me.

I do what he asks without protesting, my head hurts enough to hear my mother’s cries.

— Hello, yes good evening…I…he begins…

He stops abruptly, his eyebrows furrow, his body is tense, he stares at me strangely and immediately leaves the room, I don’t understand his reaction. After drinking the medicine, I have difficulty getting out of bed, I hurt everywhere, this scumbag didn’t miss me with his blows.

I close the buttons of the stranger’s jacket, I smell a man’s perfume from miles away, the smell is pleasant. He comes back after a few minutes which seemed endless to me.

He approaches me and hands me my camera while loosening his tie, his face, which was previously relaxed, expresses nervousness.

– Are you doing well ? I asked..

He looks at me surprised by my question.

— Um yes, your mother was worried, I explained to her that everything is fine. he replies.

— Thank you I.. I have to go back, thank you for helping me, I am very grateful to you..

Not knowing what to do, I go around him but I tense up when his warm palm encircles my wrist.

—Wait… he said.

My gaze falls on his hand against my skin, he imitates my gesture and

abruptly withdraws his hand.

— I’ll take you home. he finally said.

– No, I’ll be fine…

– I’m not asking your opinion… he cuts me off harshly.

No, but who does he think he is? I look at him and he ignores me. He leaves his room and I immediately follow. He crosses a long corridor, then takes the stairs. His house makes me dizzy, it’s gigantic and magnificent.

How does he manage to live alone here?

My poor Liya, do you really think a man like him is single? No, but you are dreaming. I follow him to his parking lot where a black car is parked.

He opens the door for me and I sit quietly, it smells of leather, I really cope with all this luxury.

The journey is done silently, I just tell him the direction to take.

I look at him from the corner of my eye, the sleeves of his shirt are rolled up at the level of his forearms where a few veins appear, his square jaw clenches and loosens a few times, his masculine scent invades this small space, he There’s no denying he’s really a handsome man.

His gaze meets mine, I immediately look away casually, fortunately it’s night, I must be red.

We finally arrive in front of my house, I’m happy to be there. I could no longer stand his presence and this heavy silence.

– Get off… he ordered me

… this man is starting to annoy me with his orders. Is this how he wants to

get rid of me? Dumbass ! I go downstairs as he so kindly asked me and I slam his door

hard . I head towards our house which looks nothing like his home. I tense up when I hear his footsteps behind me, hasn’t he left yet? I turn around to face him. — Thank you for coming with me, you can go home now… I said calmly. He shouts loudly and walks around me without a word towards the entrance of my house. He’s beautiful but annoying, arrogant and…he just annoys me. He knocks on the door, I quicken my pace and stand behind him. The door opens wide to reveal my mother, her face lights up when she sees Mr. handsome guy and it immediately distorts with worry upon seeing me in my pitiful state. She brings us in to throw herself on me. — Liya my darling, I was so scared. she exclaims, taking me in her arms. – Mom, you’re suffocating me… I said, grimacing. She pulls back and cups my face. —What did he do to your beautiful face? she asks worriedly. — I’m fine, mom, it’s okay, besides, it’s thanks to this man that I was able to get through it. She turns around to face him, the stranger still standing devours my mother with his gaze, I realize that she is only wearing a simple black nightie. She moves closer to him and he just pulls her possessively by the waist against his chest. I look askance at them in turn. — Mom, can you explain to me? I asked, totally lost. She looks at me hesitantly. He caresses her cheek as if to encourage her to speak. — Honey, let me introduce you to Xavier,” she begins. Xavier?! This specimen is called Xavier? okay. — I met him in the agency where I work and it was love at first sight for both of us, we haven’t left each other since. She stops for a moment then continues. – I wanted to tell you but I was waiting for the right moment. We plan to get engaged soon. she said, hugging him. called Xavier. I swallow with difficulty, trying to digest what she is telling me. But how long has this been going on? So all these evenings where she went out were to see him? Why didn’t she tell me about it sooner? Anger and disappointment are starting to creep up on me.

She comes closer to me but I step back, my vision is blurring, I must not cry, not now.

– I hope you will be much happier with him than with your late husband… I said beside myself.

And without further ado, I go up to my room at full speed without even looking in their direction.

I lock myself in my room and lean against the wall, my cheeks start to burn and my tears become uncontrollable.

I didn’t want to react like that but it was beyond me. Three years have passed and yet my father’s death seems so recent to me.

The fact that my mother wanted another man in her life seemed so new to me, I knew that sooner or later it was going to happen. The problem is that it’s still early, I wasn’t expecting it.

I wipe my incessant tears with my forearm, the smell of this man runs through my nostrils and immediately with a wild and rapid gesture I take off his jacket and throw it to the other side of the room.

I furiously head to the bathroom, strip completely naked and turn on the cold water.

I rush in with my eyes closed and my teeth clenched, letting the frozen water refresh my body, my mind…. I hurt everywhere, this day has been beyond awful and why are my f*****g tears not do they not stop? Pathetic, that’s what I am.

I get out of the shower shaking and cover myself with a towel. My reflection is scary to see, a nice hematoma has settled on my cheek, my painful lips are swollen and my eyes…. pff I prefer not to talk about it.

I head to my room, after putting on my underwear, I take out an old large white t-shirt that belonged to my father and put it on.

Flashback 3 years ago…

– Why did you go out without warning me… he growls furiously.

I breathe loudly and concentrate on the passing landscape.

— Liya, I’m talking to you, you’re going out in the middle of the night and dressed like this… he nods to my short black dress.

I try to control my anger and breathe slowly.

— I was with some more friends with Ryan.

He gives a powerful blow to the steering wheel, making me jump violently.

— You say Ryan? he shouts.

He drives fast, a little too fast for my taste.

– Slow down, Dad, please… I said, feeling panic rising in me.

— You know very well that I can’t stand this Ryan and I forbid you from seeing him again. he screams, scaring me.

Tears start to come to me as I can’t stand him shouting at me.

— Dad, slow down, we might have an accident. I cried, trembling.

A car appears out of nowhere, heading straight towards us.

— Dad BE CAREFUL!! screamed.. I woke up with a start, again this nightmare that often haunts me at night…the evening my father left us. I stand up in a sweat, and wipe away a few tears, my heart drums against my ribcage.

I get up from my bed and go to the balcony to get my breathing back to

normal. I take the opportunity to smoke a cigarette then after calming down, I lie down on my bed in the fetal position and hug the photo of my father tightly to my chest.

— Dad…

This accident that he and I had this evening will haunt me for the rest of my life. I am the cause of this accident, if only I had listened to him, if only I had not gone to that damn party…regrets are useless.

The next day, I wake up with difficulty with a horrible headache due to my restless and short night. I glance at the time which reads 11:12. Fortunately today I have class at 2 p.m., I get up from my bed when

I crush something, this something is nothing other than the jacket of “my mother’s future fiancé”.

I pick it up and unconsciously I begin to smell its scent, I mentally slap myself at my action and place it on my bed.

This Xavier is a handsome man who must be mom’s age, I am very grateful to him for saving me but the fact that he chose my mother as his future wife sounds weird in my head.

Only yesterday he was a complete stranger, and soon he will be like a father and that thought scares me.

I push all these thoughts out of my head and half-heartedly prepare to go to college. I leave my house, closing the door firmly behind me.

I replace that there are too many looks in my direction today, this bruise does not go unnoticed, I g***n internally.

— Get involved in what concerns you.

My day goes by slowly, my class is over, I rush out, it’s time for my shift at the restaurant but I’m not going, I think I’ll replace another job because this place scares the shit out of me now.

Arriving home, I notice that my mother has come home due to the delicious smell of chicken.

– There is ! Finally you came home, I thought you were going to return to this restaurant” she said from the kitchen.

– Don’t worry, I won’t go back there, I’ll look for another job.

She stops cutting the tomatoes and stares at me worriedly.

— There’s no way you’re working, you have to concentrate on your studies, my darling.

I join her in the kitchen and pour myself some hot soup.

— Mom, it doesn’t matter if I work while student and…

— I said no Liya, I’m too afraid that something will happen to you again.

I know she’s also thinking about my accident.

— I won’t do anything for the moment.

She relaxes immediately and sighs relieved.

— You know about yesterday, I… she begins.

— Mom, I thought about it for a long time at night, the fact that you meet another man and want to start a new life doesn’t bother me, it It’s just that in shock I reacted badly, I sincerely apologize for this childish behavior that I adopted yesterday… I said gently.

She looks at me relieved and takes me in her arms.

— Thank you Liya… she whispers.

She moves away from me with a big smile.

— Will you help me make dinner? she said..

– Go and rest, I’ll take care of it.. I said, pushing her back to the living room.

She starts laughing and sits down on the sofa in front of the TV.

— And by the way Liya, tomorrow I will invite Xavier for dinner… she shouts so that I can hear her.

I swallow with difficulty, the fact of having to often meet this man really displeases me…