She falls asleep.
Her eyes are closed, not entirely—there's a little peek through, how lovely. She must be exhausted from all the drama that comes to her rapidly. How tiresome, frustrated she must be, madly annoyed how life has treated her, no, how they treated her—and fuck, I was one of them. Her head is about to fall down. I move my position nearer to her slightly, leaning my shoulder to be her pillow in time. It's almost 2 am.
My girl works so hard for her future. I can guess that she really wants to go to university so bad. Leave this fucking town that ruined her life—inner soul, mentality, inside her heart, I mean. Zia is very good at keeping her posture and gracefully reacting to outer life, so no one really knows what exactly happens to the kindest, purest, calmest little girl, and I don't think it isn't the act at all—it's just the way she has been. She creates a thick, high wall all the time, is composed for the ones she loves, and does not let others bother her way.
I carry her tiny and fragile body upstairs to my room, lay her down on my comfy bed, and tuck her in. Seeing her curl herself inside my blanket, carefree, makes me want to cuddle her inside my arms, lay down together with her, make her feel safe, and ignore the outside world.
Fuck, I don't want to leave her here all alone even though I know that she will be safe here, but I can't get rid of the idea that she will be gone any time, any moment when she's not under my eyes. But that fucker might be in her house, and to be honest, I want to kill him. I don't have to know what he did to her. I want him dead. Seeing the line mark on her neck burns my body up. I want to go right now and hunt the fuck down, but—I can't leave her here, alone.
I don't want to.
If she wakes up and doesn't see me, she might be disappointed, sad, and gone.
I want to be here. I want her to see me and my face as the first thing she sees when she opens her eyes.
I want her to know that I am here for good.
The sun is almost rising. I fell asleep for a couple of hours inside the security room, monitoring the property and around the area I set up secretly without the police, the garbage collectors, or the owner of the specific regions acknowledging that. And there was no sign of that jerk around after we left my Zia's house. He must be gone, but where? He didn't even bother to follow me. What the fuck that he wants from her. I leave the room to see her—she is still sleeping like a baby. I can't help myself to smile.
And suddenly, her eyes open, and her bright sapphire aims directly at me. I quickly close my mouth. She blinks slowly, tries to grasp reality, and slowly sits up and watches me with a sleepy, steady face, without any adrenaline rush inside.
"Are you watching me sleep?" She asks without bothering.
Hmm, perhaps she was right—she is immune, or she feels safe with me. I don't want to rationalize myself, but I can't help it.
She gets up, puts her feet on the floor, and flinches. The floor must be frozen.
"What time is it?" she asks,
"Almost 6," I say as I grab some socks for her, but she sprints herself up, shockingly.
"I gotta go." She says and runs out of the room
Fuck, I quickly follow her, catch her before she runs to the mid-stairs, wrap around her waist, and carry her up the stairs instantly.
"NO!" She screams. "What are you doing!?" She asks while her face and her hair fall down, covering her face.
"You can't go," I say, putting her back in my room.
"W–Why not!?" She looks confused, and she can't wait for me to explain. She tries to run from me again, and I catch her with one arm on her waist—her tiny waist. I hope she doesn't get hurt.
"Zygmunt." She calls me and looks at me in an upsetting way.
"You haven't eaten," I say,
She even looks at me harder. "What?" she asks, her eyebrows tight together. "Zygmunt?" She calls me calmly now—in a serious way, I presume.
"You're safe here," I say
"I have to go. If Della hasn't seen me, it will be more complicated." She explains, staring at me with those eyes, one of begging eyes.
She knows I could die for her glares.
"That mother fucker might be lurking—watching you."
"But—my phone—I haven't called my father for a couple of days. He might be worried, and I have homework—and,"
"Zia—you're worried about homework—seriously."
She stares at me hard. "Yes, I still have to do my homework and do schoolwork. Believe it or not, I still want to finish school, " she says, pushing me out of the way.
I grab her arm, "I'll check for you—I'll check for you first," I say, and she turns to me. "I know that Della doesn't work on weekends, and you don't have to work at the hospital—"
She hides her eyes a bit, "You know." And she faces me again, "She might come to the house to check on me—still, I have to call my father."
I look at her, requesting. "After," I say and pull her into me, "You have breakfast," I say.
She sighs and then nods.
Finally, she surrenders, and then I put both my hands underneath her back and her thighs, carrying her up properly. She looks stunned while looking at me confusingly but not refusing.
"The floor is cold," I say, and carry her like a newly wedded couple to the kitchen.
Seeing her being cautious in her head, I can see in her eyes and her behavior while enjoying the breakfast I made for her. She seems calmly comfortable. How contrasting. After the plate is cleaned, she goes upstairs to clean herself. I adore and enjoy seeing her in my shirt with her sleepy face, blinking with her full long eyelash that incredibly complement her bright sapphire eyes this fucking morning very well; I have to let her do her things and wash her face, but I probably couldn't wash the beauty off her.
I hate the idea of letting her go with all those assholes around the neighborhood, and I don't want to cage her inside to let her think that I was also an asshole. I have to check around anyway.
Thud.
I quickly turn my head upstairs after hearing the sound. Zia?
Then, another sound rises from the backyard. I stop my feet before I get up the stairs, and I see the shadow.
"Huh," I make a sound.
It's her.
I run to the back porch and jump onto the grass. She doesn't even bother to look back at me. I catch her again and hold her up before her naked body is exposed to the eagle's eyes out there.
"I have to go home!" She shouts.
"You got balls, Zia. Jump out of the window—like this."
With only fucking towel. I drag her inside, shut the door, and lock it. She's trying hard to get out of my arms, but her strength is like a feather. I say no words and let her wiggle like a kitten, and then, eventually, she stops.
"You're crazy to sneak out and go home looking like this," I say.
"Ha…ha…" She's panting, losing her energy. "Ha…I don't care."
I look at her hard, "So you don't care someone will see you like a crazy naked person?" I grunt my voice harshly so I don't burst my anger at her.
"My father—Della—They will be worried."
"Zia—you need to stop worrying about others and start to worry about yourself," I say calmly as much as I can. "You are literally in danger. Last night, you almost got—" I sigh on her head while she surrenders herself in my arms.
She looks up, "You don't understand. Me—disappearing. It will be more messier." She says gently with those little sparkling in her eyes. They aren't shining because of excitement but because of the tears from her fears.
Still, whatever reasons she's trying to convince me, she shows me that she cares about others more than herself. I love that for her; she's an angel for her loved ones, but I also hate it.
"And Zygmunt, I have to go back because." She pauses and looks down while her hands grab the towel. "I'm on my period." She says,
I'm stunned and look at her, seeing her cleavage under the towel and making me slowly pull my hands away from her body, and then I halt, "Don't mess with me." I warn her.
She scrunches her brows. "I'm for real, Zygmunt. I took a shower, " she explains.
I say nothing, watch, and look inside her meridian sea to see if there are any lies, but her charming looks—those begging looks. Fuck me.
"Ah!!! What are you doing!? " she screams after I carry her up to the stairs, take her inside my room, and close the door before she runs to me.
"Zygmunt! Are you kidding me!?" She shouts behind the door.
"I'll take care of it," I say, and the noise stops. I'll go to your house, bring you your phone and—essential—stuff." I pause and look at the door, seeing her shadow between the gaps of the floor, showing me that she submitted to me.
"How? Della and gardeners, they will see you." She says softly.
"I won't let anybody see me—and I have to check that fucker too." I can feel the light exhalation of her. "It's dangerous, Zia. Let me do it. You stay here, please." I say.
I take the silence as the acceptance.
"Wait—laptop too—I need to do my homework." She says
"Huh," I slightly chuckle.
"And Zygmunt, be careful." She says.
I smile slightly, but she doesn't know how slightly wide I do.