Chapter 135
Daniel didn’t even help her up, he just turned away, fisting his hands in his hair, walking away like he was exasperated about something- frustrated.
Dora had seen Naomi without her mask on, so it wasn’t a big deal for her. But why was Daniel… overreacting.
Naomi stood. Nervous wasn’t even a word to use for how she felt now. She turned to Barton with huge pleading eyes, and Barton came to stand Infront of her, causing Dora to realize the warmth she had felt all these while was from him.
“Daniel… can you… can you just calm down p>
“Calm down?” Daniel chuckled and grimaced his face like he had never heard the word ’calm down’ before. “You want me to calm down p>
Dora just stared at everything in confusion, making no attempt to move or say anything, but just watch.
Right now, Naomi was leaning back against the car, cowering, Barton before her who was acting as a shield since it looked like Daniel wanted to rip her to pieces.
“Maybe I didn’t see clearly… maybe I’m seeing things.” He pushed Barton aside and grabbed Naomi’s chin, roughly titling it up to stare down, taking in her full features for the first time.
In a long time.
The huge blue eyes, the angelic features, the slight chubby fat on her face, her small sensuous full, lips p>
She had matured… but he’d recognize her in a crowd of millions.
“Naomi.” The name he’d been calling her for days rolled off his tongue, but her heart pulstaued quickly, realizing he wasn’t just calling her Naomi… he had recognized her.
A flashback of their encounter in the picnic crossed her mind, and her face paled.
Flashback*
“Won’t you be happy? To see her after all these years p>
“Happy?” he laughed. It was bitter and painful, so painful, she stopped the small smile threatening to crawl up on her lips.
“Won’t you? You said you miss her p>
“Yeah. I missed her when she died and left me all alone when she promised she’d be by my side forever. She didn’t do anything, she didn’t offend a single person, she didn’t even live long, we didn’t spend as much time as I wanted us to, and she died,” he faced her squarely and explained to her, almost like he was talking to the Naomi he knew previously. “If I find out that she’s been alive all these years, with no memory loss, and she realized just how miserable and sadistic I’d be without her, thinking that she was actually dead, for all these years… “
Her heart thumped hard and loud against her rib cage as she waited for the rest of his sentence,
“I’ll kill her.” He said, with no single iota of emotion on his face, almost seemingly expressionless*
End of flashback.
Reflexively, from the shock of what he might do to her, she bolted out of his grip, but he grabbed her wrist and pinned her to the car again, this time, roughly.
“Don’t touch me Barton.” Daniel snapped when noticed Barton reached out to grab his shoulder. Just like Brittany, Barton also knew about this. The hurt, the pain of being betrayed by almost everyone he knew… tears welled up In his eyes.
“For 12 years He growled and Naomi whimpered under him, feeling her eyes sting with tears. “You… You promised p>
Dora’s brows rose, but she said nothing still. Did Naomi’s mask have something to do with this? Had she been wearing that mask to conceal her identity from Daniel?
If so, then who was she really?
Who was she to him, to cause Daniel this much pain and anger all at once.
“I had… “
He didn’t let her finish before slamming his hand at the side of her head, her head snapping to the area he had forcefully placed his hand. There was a huge crack around it, and the glass had shattered, his hand bleeding from the shards of glass.
She cautiously stared at his face and her heart swelled in pain. She had never felt this so much pain before. She held her chest and cast her eyes down, tears falling down her eyes, rolling down her cheeks to her jaws.
“I became miserable. I couldn’t trust anyone. I couldn’t be happy. I shut myself out from people,” As he kept shouting at her, her tears kept falling in waves and it increased further when she saw the tears falling down his cheeks. Yes. Daniel was crying too.
Dora’s jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe this. Barton stood at the side, worried for Naomi, yet he felt this conversation was bound to happen someday. This confrontation. Yet, why now?
“I wanted to die! I missed you. I f**king missed you! Everything about you… for 12 years!!! I couldn’t stop thinking about the promises you made… to stay by my side no matter what! M- My heart… ” He forcefully grabbed her wrist with his free hand and forced it to lay flat on his left breast where her eyes widened at how fast his heart beat. “It hurt. And it still does… I- I – I was abandoned by my father, I didn’t have a mother, and the one person I cherished more than anyone in the world was dead. Who should I have trusted Naomi?” He was screaming at her. Her head hurt from his screams and she wanted to just faint, fall unconscious to the ground and forget about everything happening now, but she couldn’t, not when the guilt she’s been suppressing all these years finally emerged like old scars reopening.
She stared up at him, watching his expression change from sadness to anger, but all in all, the tears were still rolling down his cheeks like they’d never stop, like an endless river flow.
Without thinking, she sandwiched his face between her hands and forced his head down, crashing his lips against hers.
It was a reflex, she wanted to sooth him, and that was all she could think off. Her heart quickened as she felt the lips of another against hers for the first time, and she stiffened, realizing this was as far as she could go. Would he push her away? Would he get madder? Oh-no.
However, Daniel had other plans. Slowly pulling her hands away from his cheek, he brought one hand down and cupped it on her cheek, and the other still bleeding, at the side of her head, tilting his head to the other side to kiss her deeply, his eyes shut tight.
To the two, it was just the two of them, no one else around them, just them. Just as it’s always been.
Her mouth slightly opened as she gasped, feeling his hand cupping her cheek, trace down to hold her face by the back of her neck in place.
He didn’t hesitate to thrust his tongue in before groaning, thrusting his hips forward, against hers to hold her in place.
His kiss was rough and his jaw was subtle against her chin, but she could feel the undying firy passion ignited in his kiss… the saltiness of his tears in her mouth, and she was sure he could taste hers too.