38- Take Care

'For a brief second, I thought new sparks were evoking between us. Things felt… beautiful." Later we remained like this until the doctor came, checked me and gave me a few medicines, telling me to sleep and left after giving a few instructions. 'You sleep." Sebastian said, putting the blankets over me and turned to leave but I held his shirt. 'You took a day off for me therefore you must stay with me." I demanded with a pout, pulling his shirt childishly, burning and not wanting him to leave me alone in this room. 'I thought you told me to go away." He smirked, turning to me but I frowned in return, pulling his shirt more towards me. 'Now I am telling you to stay. Hold my hand until I fall asleep." I demand, covering half of my face with a duvet, holding my hand out to him. 'I don't recall you being the one who orders." He said playfully, taking a seat beside me, taking my hand in his. I gripped them firmly and closed my eyes. Holding his hand began to increase my breaths, I could feel my cheeks heating up when he held me, the warmth I lost from him began to strike me with much force. I thought I had lost this sensation with him for a long time. But, now, I wanted him to be like that but I doubt he would be. If I dared to disturb his mental state more, he wouldn't let it slide. He had warned me already, If it continued he might do something unimaginable to me- No, no, don't think about it, Eileen. Just exist in this moment. ‘Sebastian is being a human for once. Embrace the softness His Majesty is showing for now and relax.' Mentally scolding myself, I held the duvets and his hand tightly before falling into a slumber. I woke up hours later, the medicines worked, my fever was down and I realized the hand I was holding was not Sebastian's anymore but much more familiar and protective one. Opening my eyes groggily, I saw Papa there, holding my hand while using his phone which brought a grin to my lips as I pulled his hand. 'Eileen?" He called, putting his phone away and turning to me, grinning back, holding his hand out. 'Papa!" Beaming, I hugged him instantly, smiling widely, hiding my face in his chest, missing his arms which used to protect me from all the harms of this world. My Father who never let any pain reach me, who gave me all the riches of this world, my hero. But sadly, my hero couldn't save me from my husband… 'Oh, My love, are you okay?" He asked, kissing the top of my head, holding my face, ruffling my hairs. 'Mhm…" I nodded, tears brimming in my eyes, holding him tightly. 'I am here now. You don't have to cry, okay?" He whispered, wiping the tear in the corner but lowering my head, I kept hugging him. "It's going to be alright. You're gonna be just fine." That is what I couldn't be. I don't want to be scared anymore. I don't want to live in a place where I have to fear each second. I just want my normal life back. I just want a normal married life, not a complicated series of emotions. 'Don't leave me, Papa." I whispered, shutting my eyes, tears recollecting in my eyes. Not wanting him to leave me anymore. 'I am not going anywhere, My love." He whispered, kissing the top of my head, pulling away as I laid back down and he put the duvet over me, running his hand in my hair. 'Eileen…" He called me hesitantly after seeing me making an almost crying face. 'Yes, Papa?" I asked, drinking some water to swallow my lump in my throat and regain my posture. 'Is everything alright between you and Sebastian?" He asked hesitantly, caressing me lovingly but his question stiffed me. I flinched, trying not to show him but unfortunately I did. 'What do you mean?" I asked, looking up at him innocently, hoping to conceal my expression but couldn't. 'Dear, I have been noticing for a while ever since Rick's incident, your behavior has changed completely. I was waiting for you to tell me but since you didn't I think I should ask myself." He sighed, telling me, increasing my distress. I thought he wouldn't notice but he did. 'I.. don't understand." Stammering, I curled my toes. I don't want to say anything which could create a wreck here. But, I want to tell him who Sebastian truly is. They have all the rights to know. 'At first I thought it was because of the incident or because you just got married and needed time to adjust in the new life but now I think there is something deep." He began to say softly, holding my hands, wanting me to tell him. 'Papa…" I called him in a broken tone, pressing my teeth together to not speak what I shouldn't. Why can't I act? Why can't I lie? How hard could it be to lie? 'Eileen, you are my only child. I have brought you up with all my love and care. If anyone, even Sebastian, hurts you, I couldn't bear it." He whispered, narrowing his eyes in compassion, trying to get the truth I was not telling. 'You are imagining, Papa, It's nothing like this." I chuckled nervously, sitting up and pulling my hands away. I forced out a trembling smile, averting my gaze, trying to put the acting Sebastian taught me in work. But it only deepened Papa's frown, 'You think I wouldn't know if you are lying or not? Tell me, how is he treating you? If he is doing anything wrong, tell me. I worried for you, love." He said desperately, impotent to bear seeing me like this. Gulping hard, I hugged my knees close to my chest, tentative about my choice of actions, 'Papa-" I opened my mouth to speak something but the door opened and Sebastian came which made me gasp inaudibly and Papa noticed the horror which crept upon my face when he came. 'Mr Lior, Your room is ready." Sebastian said impassively, turning his gaze to my frightened ones, wondering why am I scared when he didn't do anything yet. 'What?" He asked, raising his brows towards me. 'N-Nothing. Your sudden presence scared me for a second." I whispered, hugging my knees tighter. My heart began to thump abnormally in dread. If Sebastian saw me telling Papa anything, he might shut me out from my parents completely and then I would have no one left. The thought alone sent shivers down my spine. 'Take care, good night." Papa smiled, kissing the top of my head, pulling away from me, going to his room. After Papa left, we were alone in the room. Sebastian closed the door and came closer, 'How are you feeling?" He asked nonchalantly. 'Fine…" I whispered, unable to lift my gaze anything, shivering slightly. I don't want him to scare me anymore, I was getting sick of this nightmare. 'What happened? Are you cold?" He asked, plopping on his side on his elbow, furrowing his brows, contemplating my form. "I-I am fine." 'No, you are not. Why are you even sitting? Lay back down and rest." He scolded, frowning as I didn't say anything and laid back down, holding the duvets tightly when he scooted closer. He noticed my distress and stopped midway, glancing at me with a mysterious expression for a second which held a glint of hurt but something else which I was unable to decipher. 'Eileen…" He called me in a low, whisper-like voice. 'Hmm?" 'Nothing." He exhaled, moving back to his side, covering his face with his hands. Without further conversation we both went to sleep.