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Hello there. Hope you like what's been going on up to here. If there's anything confusing, please tell me. I'll be happy to explain. Sometimes when I'm writing, my mind moves faster than my fingers and I don't write what I was originally thinking of, and I end up only writing half of what I was supposed to. Hehe. Then again, everyone has that problem, I hope…
Chapter 8 Note: This is where the climax of the story starts, and everything begins to unravel itself. What happened to Star a year ago (which I'm sure you little geniuses can figure out what happened), Richard's identity (along with Bruce's), and other cool stuff. Chapter 8 might be extra long, or not. I haven't even typed it yet. ENJOY!
Okay, starting…now.
I sighed as I rode the elevator up. Stupid Rachel and her stupid book. Couldn't she have just sent these papers to him rather than making me take them personally? Course, she did look like she had some sort of reason to send me. She wasn't playing matchmaker, was she? I sighed again and hung my head. Oh well, it would be okay. All I would have to do is give Richard these papers and rush off, but I would need an excuse to leave quickly. I could say I was going to have dinner with Rachel and Gar at some restaurant, it was late enough, but would he believe it? The elevator opened and I cocked an eyebrow. The secretary wasn't here. Yes! Of course, it was nine thirty. Usually the staff left around eight. I tested Richard's door and it opened. Closing my eyes for a second, I pushed the door and waited for some sort of alarm. Nope, nothing. I hurried in and put the papers on his clean desk.
I turned to leave when I realized I should at least leave a note. I rummaged through his desk drawers, looking for sticky notes. Wouldn't he have sticky notes on his desk, for God's sake? The light turned on and I turned, feeling like a deer caught in headlights.
"You're not Richard," Xavier said with a wicked smile. Oh, shit, I did not want to be around him.
"No, but I'm leaving him a few things," I said, finding the sticky notes.
"You're looking good babe," Xavier said, coming closer.
I ignored him, grabbed a pen and wrote: These are the annual sums of the past five years along with the names of those we interviewed, our few sponsors and average spending income, like you asked for. Kori.
"You know," Xavier said, leaning against the wall near the door," It was really rude, you smacking me. But I figured something out."
"Hmm…" I said, eyeing the door. He caught my gaze and closed it with his foot," Not until we're done talking," he said. I gulped and grasped Richard's pen tightly.
"I figured out what girls like you do," Xavier said, that disgusting smile still on his face," You like to play hard to get. In fact, you pretended to hate me in front of all those people, but in reality, you really want me. And don't worry babe, I want you too."
"You're rather mistaken," I said in a restrained voice," I smacked you because you were flirting and I wasn't interested. I don't like you."
"Ah, cutie, you just love to play hard to get. That seriously turns me on," he said, walking quickly over to me. I gasped and stepped away from him. He only kept on coming closer until my back hit the wall. Oh, no.
He leaned into me, trapping me between his arms and pressing his body against mine. I turned my face away in disgust and he only grasped my chin tightly, turning my face to look at him.
"So, you're that type of girl," he whispered, kissing my neck.
"W-what d-do you mean," I asked, trying to push away. But he only pushed his body onto mine harder and pinned my wrists down with his hand.
"You smell nice," he whispered into my ear," You take care of yourself nicely, cutie. I'm going to take care of you too." I shivered and tried shoving away, break his grasp on me, something! No, please.
"Still struggling? Am I going to have to restrain you? Is that what you want?" I froze and shook, my body numb as Xavier kissed my neck. This was it. It was going to happen again and I wouldn't be able to stop it. I felt nauseous and frightened, wondering what he was going to do next.
"Please, stop," I whispered, my voice shaking and tears running down my cheeks," Stop."
"Oh, baby, this is it," Xavier said, his hand running down my body. Why couldn't I say anything else? I was frozen in a stupor and lost. I couldn't move my own body while he touched me in places I didn't want to be. Why? He made to kiss my lips and I tried to scream but couldn't. My voice was caught in my throat, it was stuck. I could barely breathe. Then, all of a sudden, Xavier was ripped away from me and I slid to the floor, still shaking. My body was weak and no matter how hard I tried to move, I couldn't.
I heard a distant call but couldn't make it out. Didn't matter, no one cared anyways. The person called out again, urgently and for some reason, the voice was familiar. No, impossible. I closed my eyes and wished the pain away.
I groaned and opened my eyes a bit, feeling feverish but shivering uncontrollably. Blinking a few times, I slowly sat up and pulled the thick blanket around me, trying to stop shaking. Looking around, I realized I was still in Richard's office. No, did some-
"Kori?" I screeched and jumped, but calmed instantly when I met Richard's concerned eyes. He put his hand on mine and said," Shh, calm down. It's alright. It's just me."
"W-what happened?" I asked after a few seconds to bring my heart rate back down.
"Xavier," Richard growled," I got him off of you, but you weren't here. It was like you were reliving some sort of nightmare. Your eyes were dilated and your skin was cold."
I looked away but kept the blanket close. I played with the soft material before I realized it wasn't a blanket but Richard's rain jacket. I blinked sleepily and rested my head against the cold couch.
"Kori, please, tell me what's going on," Richard said, squeezing my hand. Oh, I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't. What if he disappeared, or changed like Victor and Rachel had? No, I couldn't risk it.
"You can tell me," he begged. I shook my head and heard his distant sigh. I was tired, very tired. His cool fingers brushed away my bangs and he said," Sleep. We'll talk later."
Or not.
I woke up again to a soft, warm light and opened my eyes, staring intently at Richard's form, watching him as he scribbled furiously on something. Was he staying here because of me? I smiled slightly then froze. No, I couldn't be thinking thoughts like that. He didn't like me that way. But he does care. I sighed to myself. Now I had a stupid conscience telling me things. Maybe he does care, more than just for a friend? But could I risk it? Telling him everything and wondering if what he cared for me was far more than friendship? What difference does it make, how he cares for you? As long as he cares, you can trust. He may be different than the others. After all, he's been here watching over you when he could have taken you home, or to the hospital. That means something. It could mean anything, not just that he cares. You're just afraid of having a relationship with him. It's you who doesn't want to try. That's not true! I'm just scared. What if he runs away like the others did? What if he stops talking to me? My conscience didn't say anything and I knew. It wasn't something I would know unless I tried to tell Richard. I had to find out for myself. But I couldn't risk it, not now. I just barely met the guy. Good. Stupid conscience, get out of my head. Stupid girl, I amyou. I snorted and Richard's eyes met mine.
"Kori," he said, stepping away from his desk and sitting on the edge of the couch," Are you alright?"
"Mmm," I said, sitting up," More or less. How long have-"
"A day and a half. It's eleven in the evening,"
"I slept here for an entire day!" I asked, shocked.
"Yes. I didn't want to move you because Rachel said not to."
"You called Rachel?"
"Yes, after you collapsed. She said that this happened sometimes and the best would to leave you sleeping. So I did."
See?I called out to my conscience. It wasn't anything special.
"I couldn't leave you alone though, in case you needed me, so I stayed here."
"B-But you shouldn't have!" I said," I'm sorry for causing you trouble, I think I should just-" I got off the couch and wavered, my legs crumbling underneath me. Richard caught me and helped me sit back down. I closed my eyes and put my head in my hands, trying to stop my rotating head. The world was tipsy.
"Kori, it's okay, I wanted to. I've been worried and couldn't sleep anyways," he said. I looked up at him and saw the bags underneath his eyes, fatigue dragging him down. Liar.
"You could have sent me home," I whispered, trying to see past the worry in his beautiful eyes.
"Nope, not until I get an answer out of you. See? I'm killing two birds with one stone. You get better and I get answers."
"I'm not saying anything," I crossed my eyes and looked away. He laughed and said," Are you hungry? You must be."
I didn't even say anything. He got up and extended his hand to me. I took it and felt comfortable as his arm rested lightly around my waist.
"This may sound weird, but I'm taking you to my place for now. You're still pale and the fever hasn't gone down yet."
"Y-your house?" I squeaked," No, I c-can't, I mean, that just wouldn't-how could you possibly-no, no that won't work. Just drive me home."
"Sorry, but can't. No one is at your place right now and I seriously need to make sure you're alright before I can let you leave. No patient of mine has ever escaped before I released them, and you won't be the first."
He grabbed his jacket and put it around my shoulders, then handed me my purse. I opened my purse and grabbed my phone, but it was snatched out of my hands.
"No," Richard said," You are not finding a way to escape. I'm a very good doctor and my patient, you, is in a serious condition. You need to be taken care of with the greatest gentleness. Course, you also need to be fed."
I blushed as Richard took my arm, hooking it with his and escorting me out of his office, then locking the door behind us," Wait till you taste my amazing omelet. Do you like mushrooms?"
I nodded dumbly and admired his ease as he quickly led us to his car.
"Good, because I put green onions, tomatoes, mushrooms, and cheese in my omelets. They're extremely fluffy and just melt in your mouth. After someone has one of my magical omelets, they feel like they can tell me anything," he said, helping me into the passenger seat and closing the door. He hurried to the other side and sat in, turning the car on.
"And they usually do," he continued, pulling out of the parking lot and driving into the street.
"Not me," I whispered, feeling tired. Guess I still needed to sleep some more," I won't tell."
"We'll see," Richard chuckled in the background. I smiled. I haven't felt this safe in a long time.
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