?WINGLESS AND BEUTIFUL
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?EPISODE 75?
I cared about you, and I had every intention of taking care of you. I just didn’t know how to get through to you. It was… it was the only way I could think of.”
Strong emotions enveloped me in waves I could hardly control. Anger was the most dominant of them, and before I knew it, I felt my palm land strongly on Chaise’s left cheek.
“I could have died!” I cried. “Even though you paid them to pretend to harass me, they were high. And their attack didn’t feel staged at all! I remember being pulled and dragged with force! I got hurt, Chaise!
Before you came andrescued me, I had to struggle to get away from them! I wasscared! How could you do that to me?”
Chaise looked at me with teary eyes. All he could say was, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry.”
“You wanted to look like a hero, so you put my life onthe line! And you said you love me?” I glowered at him. “Doyou even know that… that guy had a knife?”
“I didn’t know that. I’m sorry.
I made a grave mistakethat night! When I saw you being attacked… when I saw himpull a knife and scratch the car, I realized the danger I putyou through.”
“So, you staged all that, you scratched your car, risked my life, so you could display what a good fighter you were?So you could display your Karate skills in front of me? So you could enter my life?”
He shook his head. “I am so sorry, Alice. I don’t deserveyour friendship. I don’t deserve to be called your guardian angel.”
“You’re damn right, you don’t!” I said angrily. “Leave mealone, Chaise!”
He reached out to touch me but I took a step back.
“Don’t touch me! Stay the he..ll away from me!”
He nodded. “I’m so sorry, Alice,” he pleaded. “I hopesomeday, somehow, you will find it in your heart to for give me.”
I shook my head. “I don’t know if I could ever forgiveyou, Chaise. You lied to me. You tricked me. And you put mylife in danger.”
“I know,” he said. He waived his hand towards his face.
“I got a good beating for it, but I don’t think it will ever be enough.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying Karma catches up fast,” he replied. “But thisis nothing compared to the pain and guilt that I feel inside, Alice. I hope someday, you will believe how truly sorry I am.”
“Oh, I believe you’re sorry. I just don’t believe I will beable to forgive you,” I said with a sullen expression on myface.
He nodded. “And I deserve that.”
I took a step back, staring at him angrily. “Get out of my face, Chaise!”
He sighed. “I promise you, Alice. You will never lose yourguardian angel. You may not believe anything that comes out of my mouth right now, but please, believe in that.”
I don’t understand what he meant, but I was beyond caring. All I wanted was to get my diary back and get the he..ll away from him.
“What have you done to my diary?” I asked.
“Don’t worry, it’s perfectly safe.”
“Where the fk is it, Chaise?”
“In there.” He pointed towards CRC. I raised a brow athim. “I think you know exactly where.”
I turned to leave but he pulled my arm. I stared back at him with an ice cold expression on my face.
“I know what I did was unforgiveable,” he said. I couldtrace desperation in his voice. “There’s one more thing I lied about.”
“Really? You’re not done yet? You’ve got to be kiddingme!”
He shook his head. “Those potheads took it seriouslyand the danger you faced may have been real.
The thingis… I don’t deserve to be called your guardian angel, butsomebody does. And you must know… I don’t know Karateat all.”
Without giving me a chance to argue or ask any morequestion, he walked away to the opposite side of the parking lot and hopped on to his jeep.
I was confused, because I was standing in front of theblack Porsche that Chaise drove that night he saved mefrom the potheads. Well, back when I thought he saved me.Why did he leave his car here?
I realized I had a more pressing matter to attend to thanworry about Chaise’s car.I went inside CRC and took the path towards the garden.
I was surprised that I still remembered every step that led toit.
The familiarity of the scenery almost made me want to cry. It had been so long… and yet I still remembered the boy who used to walk beside me every step of the way in this garden.
The boy who couldn’t see but was the one guidingme, protecting me while we were within the grounds of this facility.
When I reached the garden, it was already sunset.
The fireflies were starting to come out. I walked towards thebench but stopped short when I realized that there wassomebody there, sitting on top of the table. He was wearinga gray jacket with the hood covering his face.
Immediately, I was reminded of the boy who stood inthe shadows and watched over me, followed me until I was safely home… the boy who saved me from the potheads that night.
My guardian angel.His head was bent, I realized that he was holding anotebook in his hands, reading its pages.
My diary!I stood behind him, afraid to make a sound.
But slowly, he closed the diary in his hands, and I had a feeling healready sensed he was no longer alone.
He stood up andslowly turned around towards me.I watched him raise his hand and pull his hood off his
head, revealing his face.
My heart caught in my throat as I looked into his familiareyes. Tears welled up in my eyes and a lump formed in my
throat as realization crept through me.
Suddenly, everything made sense. I realized why Chaisesaid that those potheads took everything seriously and the danger that I faced suddenly turned real.
I understood whyhe said he didn’t know a thing about Karate, even though,my rescuer showed perfect fighting skills to save me fromthose guys.
It turned out, the boy I called my guardian angel all this time… was not Chaise at all. It had been Hunter all along.
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