58- Madness

My head was throbbing badly, I was waiting for Sebastian to call me once but he didn't. The distress was crushing me bit by bit, It was getting harder to maintain my posture. I doubt Sebastian would be pleased to hear my confession. My mind was surrounded with many troubles and holding them at bay, I decided to come back home and wait for Sebastian there. 'Madam." Sam called, dragging me out from my thoughts when we stopped on the side on our way. 'Hmm?" I hummed, looking out of the window. He opened his mouth to tell me something but looked down, shook his head and changed the words he intended to speak. 'The car had some issues. It might take some time. Please go back with the other car." He informed me before getting out. 'What's the point of going there early? Who is waiting for me there anyways? Fix it, I will wait." I chuckled dryly, shaking my head, not interested in going there in loneliness. But, I was amazed at myself because I died to stay there alone and now without Sebastian, that place consisted of nothing but empty walls. 'But, Madam, it will take time." Sam tried to tell me but I heaved a loud sigh, cutting him off to not bother me and do whatever he wanted and get it fixed. It actually took two hours. I waited, lost in my thoughts, checking my phone constantly. This was one of the greatest inventions yet some people couldn't utilize this facility, not thinking there will be people waiting for their one message, one call, anything. 'Hey, How are you? Are you angry with me? We can talk it out. I will listen. I will do anything, I won't disturb you again. Just don't ignore me… Please, Sebastian." I whispered, sending him another text, closing my eyes and leaning back. I returned home after the sunset, an exhausted mind, heavy steps, I was dejected. My gaze followed the floor as I entered our empty palace. Not wanting to think much, I sighed, going to our room and calling Mama to let her know that Sebastian was okay. It was a horrible prank and I came home so she wouldn't be worried. I held the doorknob and I clearly remembered I locked our room before going to my place. Narrowing my eyes, I slowly opened the door and saw the man who had stolen my sleep, my cognition, my emotions there. After ripping off my peace, he was there in a white shirt with four of his buttons opened, revealing his toned chest, hairs slightly messing. Leaned back on the seat with a dominant posture, he was holding a glass with an empty bottle on the side. 'Sebastian? You're back?" I asked vaguely, closing the door behind me. Displeased that he was here but didn't bother to tell me. 'Oh, you're back?" His dry chuckle came, lifting his clouded gaze in the dimly lit room. 'Why are you drinking so much?" I asked sadly, putting my phone away because I left in such a hurry that I only grabbed it and nothing else. 'So what?" He slammed the glass down, stopping me for a second, perturbed about his condition. Exhaling, he rose from his seat, walking towards me but his steps stumbled a little so I held him, helping him to stand properly, disappointment shone in my eyes but he failed to notice it. 'When did you come back?" I asked softly, holding him as my support but his heartless eyes couldn't see them. With my hands over his shirt, I slowly closed his buttons, not looking into his eyes, 'Why didn't you call me or let me know? Why do you shut me off like that? Why do you make me a stranger?-" Before I could continue with my list of complaints, he held my chin firmly, forcing our gazes to link. 'Where did he touch you?" He asked breathlessly, the reek of alcohol hit me, bewildering me. 'What?" I asked, tilting my head in confusion. Is he on drugs too? 'Did he touch you here?" My breaths hitched when his other hand grabbed me from behind abruptly, pressing our bodies together, increasing my heartbeats immensely. 'Or here?" Continuing, I was astounded when his hand from my chin moved down to my chest. 'What the-" 'Did it feel good like mine?" He growled, rage flickering in his silver gems, digging his nails, making me unsettled at this point. 'Are you out of your mind, Sebastian?" I asked softly, trying to get him off from me, not liking him touching me on the basis of mere doubt. 'Then what the fuck you were doing at his place for so long!?" Raising his voice, gripping my hair suddenly, making me wince at his rough action. 'Ruben told me you had an accident-" I tried to tell him calmly but envy had swallowed his identity, he was not ready to listen. 'Lies!" He shouted, connecting his heavy breath to my neck, sending an uncontrollable shiver down my spine, immobilizing my body before his authority. 'You are drunk, Sebastian." I whispered, averting my gaze, putting my hand in between. 'I am, now, but I wasn't when he was ready to take you away. Do you think I would let it, huh?" He whispered back, refusing to release me from his cage or listen to my justification. Lingering his darkest gaze on my distraught features while holding my body firmly pressed over his. Shivering, my breaths became heavy, clutching his shirt firmly yet I couldn't meet his gaze which only burned in jealousy; for what, he never told me. 'So, tell me, did he hold you like this?" Shutting my eyes, my body intended to bore with it and ignore him but my mind lost its forbearance with him when he slid his hand inside my shirt. 'Or this-" My eyes fluttered open in disbelief, unable to bear this anymore, I pushed him away harshly. Disheartened at the fact he held such a repulsive perception about me. I knew ever since Asad came Sebastian had become possessive about me, he got angry whenever I spoke two words with him, he acted obsessive but I never fathomed he would go this far. 'Of all things…How dare you doubt my loyalty, Sebastian?!" I shouted with retreating steps, impotent to share a second with this mindless drunk man. I turned to leave but the moment I held the door knob he grabbed a fistful of my hairs, causing me to convulse in dread when his hot breaths reached my neck, flaming with an undeniable seduction, causing my hairs to stand on their edge. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I could feel his wrath under my fingernails, enhancing the fear I managed to subdue over the time period. 'You are not going anywhere." His low, husky tone came, the sound was loud and clear in my ear, frightening me. Before I could gather tiny fragments of my courage and raise my voice or endeavor to bring him back to his senses, he yanked my head back, dragging me back inside.