Chapter 28

Emma's apartment.

"Sorry, Eric. I'm really sorry. Didn't know. What was I thinking?"

That was the truth. What was she thinking. Was she thinking that he was going to rape her or hit her or kill her or something. That was ridiculous. But no! She had done the right thing. It had often been said that prevention is quite better than finding a cure.

Eric was holding unto his face. He had a cut. Twasn't really something alarming but the light pain lingered.

"No, it's fine. I guess I deserved it."

He said, pressing his back to the wall.

"I'll fix this. I shouldn't had."

She maintained.

"Please sit. I'll get the first aid box."

She scrambled out of the parlor and hurried to her room. She got the box and returned to the parlor. He was seated in the dining room instead.

He had a small knife in his hand. One of the knifes she used for eating beef and turkey. The bag dropped from her hand. There was a clang.

He looked up at her and smiled. He asked,

"Are you alright."

She was freaking out again but was trying to get hold on herself. She was hoping the crazy picture she was painting was just meant for her head. That none would come into being.

"Yes! I-i-m sure fine."

She stuttered. She walked briskly to the table and sat opposite. Even if he had some hideous plans, he would have tough time working it out in such position.

"Just a little lotion on the wool and press it on it. "

She pushed the box to him on the table. She was being cautious. She had been told by her mom to steer clear of him but she couldn't just help it.

Her good heart wouldn't make her.

He had applied the lotion on the wool and had it pressed to his wound. There was a contour on his chin as he put the pressure.

He eased and dropped the wool on the table. That was Ew to her but she couldn't ignore. Her mind was somewhere greater and keener compared to that.

He picked up the knife again. She shook on the chair and intended to push it back with her big butts. She tried.

He smiled and started,

"I'm sure there are quite the numbers of questions on your mind now. Why is he here after what he had done to me and the therapist. Why did he go towards my room and creeped me out. Why is he even holding a knife."

He quit talking. That was the truth. She had admitted to that, though her lips were shut, her eyes alert and her brain calculating.

"You probably think I want to stab you with this knife. That's a thing to think. I've been creepy surely."

She didn't know why he was breaking the words. She didn't even want him to breathe. She only wanted him to say whatever he was trying to say.

"But how about if I have picked up the knife to kill myself and forget about this misery and pain."

He said, pressing the knife to his left chest. Where the fucking heart was.

She gasped and wanted to go to his aid,

"No please."

That note was concerned but he was interested.

"Don't."

He shot at her. But she couldn't sit anymore. While she was ready to stop him from hurting himself, she was also thinking about herself.

"But I'm not daft and won't do that because it doesn't end a thing."

He dropped the knife. There was a shot of blood wielding in his top over the chest.

He stood up and began to walk towards the door. She only stood there dumbfoundedly.

"Thanks for being so nice to me. Ishbelle must have been blessed to have you. And sorry if I had caused you any sort of inconvenience. I could own up to all if you want it in cash. You could give me a call and I'll do the transfer. But please do not recommend any doctor to me anymore. That's all I came here to say. Thanks."

He opened the door, and slammed it almost immediately.

"Eric..."

She called. She stood there speechlessly. She had no idea what to think.

But had he come to her house to make her feel like the villain. She was only trying to be nice.