Love Grows In The Dark by Eli Lowe (read books for money TXT) 📕

of Kaith's shirt, so that I could dress up for school. And when I was finished being all ready to go out just in time, I went to get that piece of paper once again.

I thought that I had gathered enough courage by now to give a call to the number...but no.

No, I didn't.

And just when I took my phone out to almost dial, my hands started to shake due to some unknown fear. My inner self started to scream inside me, saying the only thing that I was not ready.

I could not call.

I could not even save the number.

And Kaith's voice once again announced that it was really getting late. So, that was it.

I put the piece of paper carefully at my desk only to run out to prevent myself from getting scolded further for making the others late for me.

****end of flashback****

Little did I know that I would be dying to get his number later... I would have to run ever so impatiently only to get that little piece of paper which I had left behind in the morning, only because I was a coward to take a single step.

But not anymore.

So, with all my might I kept running on the absolutely quiet streets where some roads were in complete darkness while others were blessed with the bit of brightness with the vapour lights from the street lamps.

The night was coming to an end at last, as the air became even more chilled and quiet. I couldn't hear anything except my terribly loud and fast heartbeats. Cause the entire world was still sleeping peacefully while I was robbed all of my peace long ago.

Though the sky was still dark, but I knew that it was almost dawn and it was also that long I had waited for my mate tonight...yes, from midnight until dawn.

After quite some while I had reached home finally.

And just when I reached, I realised that I was running all this while to come all the distance as quickly as possible, only because I was the stupidest.

Cause only if I could think properly a while ago before starting to run like some crazy, I might have reached even earlier without even wasting that much energy and time.

Why?

Well, because my bike was always there parked in front of the alley since last night and I forgot to bring it with me once again.

Anyway,

Now I had something more important to be concerned about.

As soon as I entered home, I rushed inside my room only to hold that piece of paper within my hands once again with the same trembling hands as before.

But this time I was determined.

So, I took out my phone to save the number first as 'Mine' cause I didn't know who he was yet. The only thing I knew that it was not Markus.

I didn't realise how long I kept standing with my phone and pushing myself to hit the dial button but ended up rethinking again and again. Yes, I hesitated and I was afraid.

The first soft light of the dawn crept in through my window announcing that a new day was about to arrive with a new sun and new hope. And that was when I was at last about to hit the green dial button on my phone but couldn't.

Cause even before I could, my phone started to ring loudly, showing the caller id as 'Mine'.

Fuck.

My heart skipped a beat in utter fear.

My mind kept asking how could be this even possible?

How could my mate even call me even when he didn't have my number.

And I needed to know the possible answers to all those questions. So, I did exactly what the moment demanded me to do.

I picked the call up,

“Hello!..” My voice trembled a bit.

“If you are so desperate to cause a fight then I will give you the reason, from now on.

Because you should have never dared to touch him. But you did the worst. You tried to kill him?” The deep and frightening voice spoke from the other end of the call but I could not find any meaning of whatever he was saying.

What did I do?

Whom did I try to kill?

I never did anything as such in my entire life, but why I was being accused this time and that too from him? From mate? And who is he?

“Who is this? What are you talking about?” I asked because I was indeed oblivious. Oblivious of a ruthless and treacherous world, still. No, actually, I was naive to keep hopes.

“Now you don't even know what you did? And that too by stabbing someone from the back when he was unarmed? Cause you don't even have the guts anymore to fight from the front?

Though I have never believed before but indeed a traitor you are.” His voice kept coming to me like a sharp knife cutting the flesh million times only to bleed immensely.

I realised about what he was talking about.

About whom he was talking.

Yes, about Markus.

But it was not at all what happened, rather it was the exact opposite of what he was accusing me of.

I could have explained, I could have proved my innocence but as if I had already lost the last ounce of will to justify myself.

I have never expected to listen to such words even from him, when I thought he was different, at least he was so when we were both in the dark. Maybe because he didn't know who I was back then, but as I can see he does know me in daily life.

“Who are you?” I asked.

And the deep enraged voice answered back in an instant,

“It seems you are very eager to know me. Which you will, for sure. Cause