Holding on To

He peered his eyes at me as if he is reading me, I was taken by surprise that he can actually understand the sign language I speak.

But what's more surprising is he is able to understand me even when I am not communicating anything.

"You have earlier stopped me when I spoke about returning you to your parents and even now you are sad with the mention of home, what is the matter? I need the answers" he gripped my shoulders tight.

What is the matter with me? Why am I feeling soo different every time I feel his touch? What is with these knots forming in my stomach? What is wrong with me? Is it just the weakness or something else?

"Irene Ranallo, time is something very valuable for me, so better not waste it" 

And that roughness in his voice is enough to scare the shit out of me, I stuttered hearing his warning tone.

"If you don't wish to be scared, just answer me. Why are you not interested in going back to your home?" he demanded an answer.