chapter 3

Chandler

Lyons

I stared at the uncalled grey clouds with anger. Perfect timing. The honeyed water from the clouds fell on the heads of people, who rushed away from the road. The population panicked as if it were a shower of stones rather than tiny droplets of water in the middle of a busy morning.

Aww.

Aww.

I heard.

She cried every time raindrops touched her head. Her goal was insignificant, one step at a time. Baby steps. She was so scared. Definitely because of her job. But the girl looks like a child. What's the kid doing here? Perhaps in the internship, maybe part-time.

Her loose jeans, her oversized grey wet t-shirt quickly hug embrace the curves of her body. Damn!! It is a woman. A nymph.

That petite body is an illusion. She owns curves. Addicting curves. Damn curves.

She kept murmuring something, and with her eyes closed, she looked up. Ignoring the public, "I hate you." She shouts loud and clear.

I looked above, only to encounter an open sky and understood that she had something important to finish and that those droplets had ruined her plans.

Kids.

"It will hate you more. Kiddo." I chuckled.

She sulked, and turned to look at me with her cognac-coloured almond-like eyes, she seemed familiar. Making those innocent eyes bigger... and I knew the meaning of that look. She likes, what she is seeing. She is seeing Me.

Hormones.

"Cha...." Travis tried to be informal but quickly recovered, and released a false cough before speaking. "Mr Lyons... I know your time is important, and that the uncalled situation consumes it." Travis persuades me one more time even after I have clearly stated my terms. "We could get coffee and discuss the plans... Your demands."

"I am very demanding", I replied Travis, multitasking, I even answered the nymph's interest and I looked at her without any hesitation. I'm not doing anything to her until she invites me.

But soon, the nymph began to dance from left to right. I think she's self-conscious now. But she is perfect if I ignore the standards of beauty that society sets. I like her. I like what she is doing to me. She removed her eyes from me, and I was pleased with the result. She blushed. I'm a winner as always.

Travis finally noticed, and I noticed he's not happy about her presence. He knows this girl?

"What are you doing here?" demanded Travis.

"I was called." Her reply was brief, as if she was trying to ignore the conversation.

With the tiniest interest, Travis was busy talking to her. I couldn't listen either. My interest was standing opposite me, moist, ready to be...

You forgot about that last one? I remember my nightmares and got closer to her, offering her my blazer. I want to be a good person. "I am sure you are uncomfortable," I said, but mentally, I am a good man, I was singing subconsciously to ensure myself.

Her eyebrows frowned and her almond eyes invaded my judgmental abilities. She's waking up storm in me. The storm that messed things up and is looking for the next victim. That dreamy look of her is provoking my monster... I wish I could change my past. Still looks like a child to me. Her baby face, her tiny little body -- she's not even the size of an average girl... And his thick black hair tied in high ponytails. It is contrary to my liking. Not that I had any intention of getting involved with her, but her wet shirt hugging those feminine curves was tempting. And suddenly, things changed. She took off my jacket and wore it, avoiding my eyes while touching me.

I was touched by her. I was fucking touched. I should hate this but no, I kind of like it. Not only that, but I felt those soft hands. Fuck!!!! I have to start on medication again. Her contact provoked my memory.

Sirens.

Ambulance.

Courts.

Lawyers.

I could hear them back in my mind. Calm down!!!! 1....2.....3.....4.....5.....6......7....--Uggg!!! ---- 8....9....10....-- Good job. I praised myself for having finished counting. I am better.

I could see Travis and the nymph talking before he ignores her again, they are not your concern, I thought and I was ready to leave. Another beauty joined them then again, Travis ignored the nymph and focused on Latina. Like a child, the nymph rubbed herself, but I could see that she was sceptical of something. She is scared.

"You're scared." I said and followed her eyes, "You're worried about the rain." That's funny. "It will never hurt. I am sure your work will be done on time, kiddo."

"I am not a kid." Pouting like a 3-year-old, she tried to... Wait!!! Did she just glared at me? "And I am not afraid, either." She added.

It was then that the sudden noise of the tires squeaking in my car startled her again. She looks too white.... due to the fear. I'm sure if she stayed here another minute, she'd be dead.

Seeing her reaction, "It was the tire squeaking." I laughed. Regardless of her fear, I enjoyed her... reaction. However, I am sure that I could take greater advantage of it. I recalled some problems with Eugene the son of my caretaker, Carla. "You are not scared of rain." I paused, "you are scared of thunder," before concluding.

She didn't answer my question and watched the couple talk about something serious. So, she wants to ignore me... well! She's failed before she knows.

"That was my car." I decided to finish my game, but once more, nothing from her. She is got another problem. "You have a problem with expression." And again, nothing... it's an annoyance now. I am desperately longing to hear her melodious voice for the last time... I must provoke her. "Well, that makes it suicidal." Remembering Gina's words, "Not expressing yourself is emotional suicide." I preached her and assume she's related to Travis "I think you are related to Campbell." Offering my hand for a handshake, "I am Chandler." I introduced myself.

"I am Honour," She mumbled when she reached for me. Her hands were perfectly in my hands. That's why I'm guilty. Her innocent adolescent look... makes me feel like I am a paedophile.

"People are generally Honour when they meet me." I caressed her fingers. I never intended to do to her this... but her hands were soft. My fingers got out of control. I imagined her fingers running over my chest, messing with my hair. I want to mark her skin with my handprint.

She struggled in peace but did not withdraw. Is that supposed to be a consent??? No. My consciousness interferes. Remember what happened last time.

"Mr Lyons..." Travis called who was fuming. She is special to him.

Laughing, "See you around, Kiddo." I teased her before leaving.

Kiddo!!!!

Kiddo!!!!

Kiddo!!!!

I know her.

She is THAT girl.