Blind Spot by Sakshi C (the reader ebook TXT) 📕

A moment later, Danzel let go of his dad with a jerk. His dad stared at him with hurt and disappointment written all over his features. 

"You disappointed me, son," the old man remarked in a melancholy tone.  

He turned, grabbed his laptop, and stormed out, feeling aggrieved at the world, at himself for being so helpless. He wasn't used to hearing the disappointment in his dad's voice for him. He had always made him proud. His statement had stabbed deep through his heart.     

He also wasn't the one to lose his patience this easily but her name always worked as a trigger, bringing his savage beast forward to either destroy or protect.

He returned home, incensed. His father had ignited yet another flame of unrest in his soul, burning him from inside. He was supposed to torture her to death but instead what he was doing. Letting his feelings carry him away. 

She was nowhere when he came home. It was for good as he didn't want to see her face right now. 

After getting fresh, he climbed down the stairs towards the kitchen to have dinner. His rage shot through the roof when he saw she hadn't cooked anything.

He exited the kitchen and stomped towards her room, crossed as a bear. She had certainly forgotten her place. Today, he would do good to remind her what her place was. 

He pushed her door open and glanced around her room. Not a moment later he found her. Her body was stained with paints. She was huddled against a wall. Her face was buried between her knees and her small body was shaking. She was crying. Danzel's brows snapped together. 

"What happened?" queried Danzel, as he made his way towards her. He paused and towered over her but she didn't respond. Danzel waited for a moment before crouching down to her level. 

"Look at me," he commanded authoritatively. She didn't comply. 

He cupped the sides of her face and made her look up. His frown deepened when he saw her eyes were puffy and bloodshot, filled with warm tears. Her cheeks were tear-streaked and nose red. She was hiccuping while more tears trailed down her eyes. Without realizing it, he wiped her cheeks with his thumbs and asked in a low yet curious tone. "What happened?" 

She shook her head and turned her face away from him as more tears dripped down her eyes. 

"I asked you something" he turned her face towards him and asked in a soft yet demanding tone. 

She had her gaze lowered to his fourth button. 

"Are you disobeying me?" there was no threat in his question, just a tinge of warning. He was getting impatient to know what was the matter. 

Her breathtaking brown orbs were just a mist of despair and agony. And silently he was hating it. Danzel had seen light in them. He had seen them beaming with joy, thrill, and excitement. 

"I am all alone" Inessa admitted in her sign language. Danzel just stared at her, not knowing what to say. Is that why she was crying?

'Am I that bad?" she asked him with tears rolling down her eyes.

Inessa had called Louis and found out that it was Anya who had proposed the idea of kidnapping Louis to Danzel to bring Inessa out of the hole she was hiding in as she knew Inessa loved him the most. Anya had never liked her but she had no idea she hated her to this extent. Except for Louis none of them had bothered to contact her after Andrei's death. Like the rest, they had also dumped the blame on her. It wasn't surprising but still, it hurt. Perhaps, things would have been different if she could speak.  

" All because I am a mute?" she touched her lips before waving her hand in no as her glossy eyes oozed more tears. This struck him hard.

Nobody loves me, she wanted to say, to scream till her lungs gave up. Why everyone had to turn their back on her? Why do they run out of love when it comes to her? She just wanted one person, just one person who would stick by her till the end of time without turning into a backstabber. Just one person who would love her for who she is. Just one who would look beyond her disability and treat her like a human.   

Why did he have to turn his back on her? That had hurt her the most. Just as much as the cold shoulder of her father had. 

For years, she was feeling being crushed by life. She was tired of being mocked and taunted by everyone. She rested her head against his chest and sobbed, staining his shirt with her tears. She failed to notice his arms that gently circled around her shaking form. He pulled her onto his lap and brought her closer, not minding the paint that rubbed on his clothes from hers.

She sobbed in his arms for what seemed like hours.

After a few moments, he picked her in his arms and carried her towards his room. Her room didn't have a bathroom. She let him take her as she continued to hide her face in his hard chest, her sobs had reduced into sniffles. 

After reaching the bathroom, he set her small butt on the counter. She leaned away, wiping her eyes as he grabbed the hem of her shirt to take it off her. Inessa instantly grabbed his hand in protest but with one stern look from him, she retreated. 

"Were you painting before I came?" he asked as he started pulling her shirt over her head. She nodded. 

"For how long are you painting?" he asked as he reached around and undid her bra from behind. His eyes instantly latched onto her breasts that jumped free when the material slipped down. 

"16 years," she gestured. He hummed and reluctantly pulled his gaze off her luscious boobs. They still bore the mark of their lovemaking from morning and the last night.

He slowly took off her lower. Once she was without a stitch of cloth, he grabbed the hand shower and turned it on her. She shivered when the cold water started to sprinkle out of the shower. He directed the shower on her chest, precisely on her nipples, and kept it there until they turned stiff and erect. Inessa gasped in response. His gaze tracked a drop of water that slipped from the hollow of her throat and down the valley of her breasts. It was an erotic sight.