Chapter 6

Unknown P.O.V

I know she doesn't know me.

Am only a caring soul that happens to find her at bad times.

 At the hospital........

 Now in the washroom..........

 She doesn't deserve this. 

 Why is she hiding who she is? 

Does she value fame and being the school celebrity so much than her own self?

That asshole had strangled her near death, but she still loved him, how much does she has to go through to understand that somebody who loves you doesn't deserve to hurt you?

          To me she is pure, beautiful but a lost soul. A lost soul       that is trying to find a path to her destiny. Does she have hope that her so called boyfriend will change for the better and love her?

            Or she thinks we are in some fantasy movie where her           prince charming is arrogant and later becomes soft hearted after he fells in live with her?    

Passing my fingers through her face, she has a beautiful face to die for. But she doesn't see it. If only she could take off that fake clothe that is on top of her body and turn around, everyone will adore her. She doesn't need any make ups, she is always angered by little things. I don't want that for her.

            I love her.....

That, she will never realize, neither will she accept my love for her. She will ignore me the same way she does whenever we are in the same room.

I don't want to take her to the hospital, so I just carried her and take her to my home. Hope my parents are not at home to start ogling all over her and question over and over.

I know you don't know me, and am not gonna reveal myself to you, lest you will go on to tell Daniella I Saved her ass twice.

I loved her the moment I saw her, she was fragile to my hands.

            She had this voice, a musical one and enticing, 

                her eyes, 

            the blue orbs,

            inviting,

             you don't even need to force yourself to look at her.

            Her smile.......

 the first time I saw it, she was asking Mr. Nossy where she should seat, 

          Then she asked for a saxophone........

I just found myself giving her mine, though I hate

 sharing it with people, no one, and I mean it, no mouth has ever gotten the opportunity to put her mouth in my instrument. Except mine.

But it hurted me to see her wipe the mouth with a wet wipe tissue, I had to understand her, she was correct she never knew where the saxophone has been.

Ughhhh, she messed the whole tune in class.

 I wanted to laugh at her anger when she couldn't get her rhythm straight, but I was angered by Victor who compared her playing of Saxophone with the bj she gives Vin.

Home sweet home, I looked at Daniella, 

             "welcome to my sweet home baby,"

              I murmured to her.

               she was till asleep. 

peeping at the building, the lights were still on, but I had no other choice. My parents might be busy with their work so I picked Daniella up and made my way towards the building. Daniella fidgets a little bit and murmurs a "thank you!" Holding my neck before  drifting off to her sleep.

              "Jeeeez you are wonderful,"

Thank God my parents were not around. I asked Ann to prepare a room for her. 

She agreed but after a long process of explaining to her who she was and why her.

I did not want to sleep in the same room with her, she might scream at me when she wakes up and I don't want her doing that. I want her to be at peace and comfortable.

I placed her on the bed, helped her with the bra, 

"You of all people know it's harmful to contest yourself chest while  sleeping with the bra."

Her breast were tempting but I tried as much to restrict myself from rubbing my hands on them.

I rested her head on the smooth pillow, placed some tablets and water on the side table, in case she wakes and feels some headaches she can use them.

I sat with her for quite some time.

I hope she finds peace tonight." I thought to myself before kissing her goodnight and left for my room.

I didn't want to, I just forced myself out. She has been through a lot and I don't want her facing it by herself. She is more than enough and anyone can clearly see that. I don't know why she doesn't value herself a little bit and allows the mf to take advantage of her.

I just wanted to sit here the whole night and look at her beautiful face, touch her precious body.

                 "Will one day be mine Daniella?

                 I want you to be mine like for ever.

                 Are you able to let go Vin and look at my side?"

I asked her those silly questions though I knew it was impossible for her to reply me back.

I checked some document my dad needed me to work on before tomorrow, filed every thing, wrote the reports and enough was enough for tonight. 

I dipped my body in my bed praying that everything goes well for everyone.

                 NEXT MORNING.

      "Morning Mum," I greeted my mother with a peck on her cheeks. Moved to high five my dad, before sneaking a look at the todays Magazine.

    " Ugh, the stock Market sucks in the morning papa, why do you look at celebrity gossips it will lighten your mood," I smacked at him cheekly before her gave me a sheepish slap on my back.

  "Ouch that hurts!" I cried.

  "So what's your plan today Mr. Eve?" Asks my mom.

  "Come on mom, you know you gave me a birth name right, so why don't we use my birth name and keep away from my social media name." I replied faking a hurt.

My dad chuckled and placed her coffee cup down, and folded the newspaper, then gave my mom a passionate look. "Actually, darling I was thinking, if I had know, I could have written that name on the birth certificate, "

My mom nodded back agreeing with him.

My parents were supportive with who I was and what I wanted.

 "I am a proud gay," I had told them when I was 10years and my mother hugged me tight and told, I should never be embarrassed of who I am. And you don't want to know what my dad said, it's embarrassing but it was funny at the same time.

I love them and I cannot change anything for that.

I wanted to tell them about Daniella but I decided against it. Soon they will be leaving for their work and I had already instructed Ann to give her anything, she wanted when I am gone.

"Did you manage to write the reports?" My dad asked.

"Sure dad, they are all up, here," I handed him the documents.

"That's my son,"

"Come on dad," I cried fakely.

I completed my breakfirst and kissed them all goodbye before walking out of the house to my car.