Author's Note:
Hello guys!
So I wrote the next chapter two days prior to my freedom but I'm being seriously honest that my next exams would be super simple and require very less study.
So I decided to utilize my lazed time to write the next chapter and post it soon. I'm sorry for making some chapters small, I have already planned the structure of my story so I guess I'm just as surprised as you are by the content size. Please do review your thoughts if any, I love to hear any criticism or advice!
I hope you enjoy this chapter, I sincerely checked for mistakes and hope that you'd forsake some minor ones.
Thank you and Enjoy!
Chapter 5
"AMY!" his voice reasonated the entire house, ducking under the fumes of the doorframe. He dabbed his coat and moved further inside, his panic increasing as he didn't hear even a yelp, or a shrill scream.
"I hate fire." She suddenly said when they sat in front of the flaming wood. The forest was dark and mysterious, the place were Amy hated the most. But what choice did they have anyway?
After all, their mission required them to be there in the forest to search the clue.
"You do?" he said, quietly adjusting the firewood with a stick. She had somehow gotten over her stuttering quite a bit. He was proud of her achievement.
"Yes, I-I…..g-get reminded of something very tragic." Her embarrassment was conveyed through her flushed state, aher voice still a little shaky, as he observed her eyes turning unfocused.
"Does it involve your parents?" he asked, guessing that it may be the cause she would always soften up to children who lose their parents or even as she passed an orphanage. It somehow warmed his heart. He gently brought forth his hand and lightly touched her fingers, bringing her back. There was a thick air hovering above their head as his question dropped the neutral environment. Her state become even more gloomier and he thought he made a mistake questioning her at all.
"Yes." she replied, her eyes downcast and hands clasped together tightly. He shifted beside her, closer; a few centimeters away.
"What happened?" she looked away, urging him to wrap a hand over her.
She rose from her place, making him disappointed as she wiped those stray tears and adjusted the tent. "Come on, we have an early day tomorrow. Besides, we can't let this lead go."
"You haven't told me why." he said, stopping just before her, the intensity in his eyes and depth in his voice made her gulp, her heart skipping a beat.
She tried to look away, but he held her chin; incredibly impossibly close.
"My…..fiancé tried to burn me." with that statement, she quickly closed the zipper and breathe deeply, letting her tears flow.
And he stood there, stunned.
"Look out, Ian!" he was suddenly pushed, a large part of wood caught on fire was falling on him.
He snapped his head and watched her, standing there staring at his face as the fire burnt on her arm. He skipped over the fire and draped his coat over her, covering her bare shoulders that were exposed to the fire. His eyes fell on the arm, worry eating him as he pulled her with him outside.
He shielded her as they made it outside and she saw the fire fighters holding the pipes, two people rushing towards them.
Her heart ached as he left her alone, walking off somewhere else as they examined her.
"I won't leave until they say you are perfectly fine." he stubborn stood beside her, as they inspected the injury on her leg.
She could hear no more, as they continued to chatter. Her distracted nods explained it all and they left her alone, applying some ointment and wrapping cotton over her hand.
Her eyes met his, as he stared at her blankly. Then he approached her, "Why did it catch fire?"
"I…." he clenched his jaw and saw how she uncomfortably tried to hide away from his gaze.
"Answer me!" he demanded lowly, she detected the urgent note in his voice.
"I didn't see when the firewood started burning and took the papers out burning my arm." she flinched slightly.
He gritted his teeth, eyes terribly dark, golden almost brown. Then left her alone, walking away. It broke her heart into million pieces and she cried as he drove away.
She ignored the people and fell on the floor, defeated.
Defeated by life.
xxx
"Argh" he punched the hood of the car, his anger refusing to disspate.
"Why the hell is she doing this to me?" he groaned, attracting attention as the dent on his car pushed many people away.
Fingers running over his silky hair, his eyes tried to focus, the car still on and running.
This was the second time he drove away like a madman. The second time she drove him insane and out of control.
This…..this was too much.
Too much for his already broken heart.
xxx
President Mr. William McIntyre had given the day off for the both of them, and he was contemplating whether to actually do something productive or just sit and stare at his black table.
Ding Dong!
He sighed, and then walked towards his mahagoney door. There, standing in front of him was Julie, her smile bright and her hands holding cookies out for him.
"Hi Ian, I heard about the accident. Are you alright? I got some cookies for you." she asked with concern in her voice.
He smiled, gladly accepting the distraction she offered and moved aside. Her smiles flashed towards him as the cookies were removed out of the bag unto the plate from the cabinets.
Looking around, her heart thumped as she artfully swept her blonde hair towards her left as he walked into his kitchen. Her eyes caught the beautiful necklace lying on the table, making her wonder it's owner.
"Would you like some food?" he asked. She jerked her head at him, who was peering at her from the kitchen.
"Oh, sure." she replied, smiling nervously as she glanced at the necklace again.
He simmered the soup as she came up behind him.
"I never knew you'd made such a delicious soup." she said, impressed by the aroma. He smiled a bit, lost in thought. Still worried about the one and only.
"I learnt cooking last year." he explained, making her nod. She patted her jeans pocket and walked behind him, the load on her pocket becoming heavier.
"So, let's begin then?" he asked, holding the spoon.
She smiled, ignoring the heavy feeling in her stomach.
Well, at least she could forget about it for some time as she spent her day with Ian, laughing and talking about herself.
Maybe, just maybe the time spent today would make him forget that woman that ellicitea response from him.
xxx
"Are you alright?!" she found him like this, finally back from the vacation she had. Although it was earlier than planned, she was glad. Seeing her brother like this only made her horrified.
The amount of the punching bags lying next to him gave her a heart attack.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to work today!" she almost yelled at him.
"I…was…excused since they thought I wasn't feeling well." he said.
Although there was nothing wrong with his appearance, the dangerous eye looks made the women turn white and the men to run away. He was sent a message that he should rest since he didn't look well enough.
Strange.
"You have to tell me what happened all those—"
There was a knock on the door, and in came Daniel Cahill and The Vice President. Vikram was grinning as he stepped inside, not even fazed at all by his son's mood.
"So here is he." He pointed his hnad towards Ian who was wiping the sweat off of his toned body.
"I would like to speak to you, in private." Dan said, glancing at Natalie.
She hardened her face and nodded, leaving right after Vikram.
"If you're here to tell me to stop being rude to Amy, then I suggest you to leave." He muttered at the dark haired boy, turning his gaze back to the punching bag.
Dan raised his eyebrows, it struck Ian how he had grown from the teenager who was naïve and arrogant to a young man who was mature and one of the smartetst detectives in the department.
"I wouldn't since I am also feeling the same. I don't know why she left, but I'm glad she is back." He replied.
Ian frowned, "Did she tell you the reason why she left?"
"No and I know how you are feeling, I'm guessing she didn't tell you the reason why she left, hm?" the way Ian averted his gaze confirmed Dan's doubts.
"You are angry because you don't know why she left, and you are thinking it's your mistake, right?" still no answer, but the change in expression told Dan that he hit the right buttons.
"And that all those years you tried to find reason and you came up with nothing, didn't you?" Dan asked again, this time, Ian hardened his eyes.
"She may not have left because of you, but the way you are right now, she will definitely leave because of you. You may want that, but I don't want that." Dan said with such an affirmative, Ian couldn't say anything.
His words hit him a thousand miles, and he was left yet again feeling frustrated.
Why did you leave, Amy?
xxx
"Excuse me, ladies. Do you know where Amy Cahill lives?" a hooded man asked the front desk of the Clue Hunt Agency.
The woman right in front of him sent him a look. "I'm sorry, we don't share information about the staff."
He removed his hood and revealed devilish smirk and a onyx black hair.
"Even me?" women squealed from behind and hastily wrote the address.
He glanced at the address and smiled.
"Amy, I'm coming..."
xxx
"I'm fine, for the umpteenth time, Dan. Stop worrying already." Amy laughed as her brother called her over the phone for the millionth time that day. She was driving downtown back to her brother's apartment from the group, 'Entailed'.
They were quite quick in learning everything, and Amy was glad they would be able to wrap up next week.
Adjusting the cast on her hand, she strolled towards the apartment, looking at her mails. She entered the elevator, receiving many weird looks from the young females and some unsuppressed giggles.
"Yo, Amy." and then the phone crashed unto the floor. She never expected him to show up at her door, leaning against the door frame like he owned it.
Standing there after two years was, Jake Rosenbloom.
Amy's first love.
Author's Note:
Thank you for reviewing in chapter 4:
iheartNYcity:I'm glad you like my story, it is really fun writing this story. Thank you! I needed to include something that would not just revolve around Ian and Amy, and make the story even more interesting. Also, it would be meaningless if I don't put any flashbacks, the story wouldn't make any sense at all! Ian is perfect, I agree on that, and I can't stop grinning. You really need to read further to see what happens between them. And then there is Vikram, I always liked him I don't know why. I don't know, maybe remembering Vikram I feel he was controlled by his wife, Isabel. Poor thing. It's okay, I mean I don't mind if you don't PM, I understand that you'd be busy, after all it's life!
Guest: What a lovely name! Thank you Farjana, for appluading me, ( emoji inserted here winking at you!). I really love cliffhangers, they somehow make me thrilled.
Thank to everyone reading out there, i'm really happy you are giving time to my story as well(even though half the time I keep wondering if I did a good job or not, lol)
Goodbye! (Hopefully, see you next update that would be on regular basis!)