Why Me God??

Y/n POV

The ride was fast, and before I knew it, I was standing in front of the big house. It looked new this time, as if it had been recently renovated. Taking a deep breath, I walked up to the door and pressed the bell.

A few seconds later, the door swung open, revealing none other than Mr. Annoying, standing there with his usual smug smirk.

I hesitated for a moment but forced a small smile. Keeping my distance, I gave him a quick, half-hearted hug.

"Ooh, my baby, I missed you," he cooed, his voice dripping with amusement.

I simply nodded, not trusting myself to say anything.

"Come here," he said, grabbing my hand before I could protest. He led me inside and guided me to the couch. With a casual plop, he sat down and then patted his lap.

My eyes widened. "W-what?" I stammered, completely clueless about what he was trying to do.

Before I could react, he suddenly pulled me down, making me sit on his lap as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"No—" I gasped, struggling against his grip.

But his arms only tightened around me, locking me in place. His warmth surrounded me, making it hard to focus. I turned my head to glare at him, but his expression was unreadable—half amused, half something else I couldn't quite decipher.

"Relax," he murmured, resting his chin on my shoulder. "I just want to hold you for a bit."

I stiffened, unsure how to respond.

Mr. Annoying looked down at me with a smirk, his arms still securely wrapped around me.

"How was your day, baby?" he asked before pressing a soft kiss to my cheek.

I felt my face heat up, my heart skipping a beat at the unexpected affection. "I-It was good," I mumbled, trying to pull myself away from him.

Instead of letting me go, he leaned in again and placed a gentle kiss on my nose this time.

I gasped slightly, my hands pressing against his chest in an attempt to create some distance, but he only chuckled at my reaction.

"Let me show you something," he said, finally loosening his grip.

Relieved, I let out a small breath as he stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me along with him.

We walked through the spacious house until he stopped in front of a sliding glass door. With a quick motion, he pushed it open, revealing a breathtaking sight—a massive pool, its clear blue water shimmering under the soft glow of the lights.

I stood there, mesmerized by the beauty of it, when suddenly I felt his hands snake around my waist from behind.

Before I could react, he pulled me close, his chest pressing against my back in a warm, secure embrace.

I stiffened. "W-what are you doing?" My voice came out softer than I intended.

He rested his chin on my shoulder, his breath tickling my skin. "Just enjoying the moment," he murmured.

Mr. Annoying tightened his arms around me slightly, his voice filled with amusement as he asked, "Do you know how to swim?"

I shook my head quickly. "No, I can't swim," I admitted.

He chuckled, his grip on me loosening.

"Good. Now I'll teach you," he said with a teasing smirk before pressing a light kiss on my shoulder.

I tensed. "No, I'm fine—"

Before I could finish my sentence, he suddenly pushed me into the pool.

Cold water surrounded me instantly. Panic shot through my body as I struggled to keep myself afloat. My arms flailed as I gasped for air, but the pool was deeper than I expected.

"I-I can't—!" I choked out, my breath coming in sharp gasps. My legs kicked desperately, but I couldn't find anything to hold onto.

Above the water, I heard laughter.

"You really don't know how to swim?" he said, his voice shaking with amusement.

I forced myself to look up and spotted him standing at the edge of the pool—his phone in his hand.

My chest tightened. He's recording this?

"P-please," I gasped, my strength fading as the water started pulling me down. My limbs grew heavy, my vision blurred, and terror gripped me.

I was sinking.

Darkness swallowed me. My body felt weightless, sinking deeper and deeper into nothingness.

Then, warmth.

Soft lips pressed against mine. A sudden rush of air filled my lungs.

Cough, cough!

I gasped violently, water spilling from my mouth as I struggled to breathe. My chest burned, and my whole body trembled from the shock. Blinking rapidly, I saw a blurry figure hovering over me.

Mr. Annoying.

He patted my back, his face unreadable.

He saved me… No. First, he pushed me.

The realization hit me like a slap. My breathing steadied, and I pushed myself up with shaky arms.

"Are y—"

Slap!

My palm met his cheek before he could finish his sentence.

"You pushed me!" I shouted, my voice raw with anger. "I told you—I can't swim!"

He barely flinched. Instead, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me closer, his grip firm but not painful.

"You slapped me…" His voice was low, almost amused. "Well, at least you're not dead."

I jerked my hand free, my eyes burning with fury. "Oh? So you wanted me to die?"

He tilted his head slightly, his smirk returning. "I wish that could happen."

His words made my stomach drop. My breath hitched, my fingers curling into fists.

"You hate me that much?" My voice was quieter now, almost breaking.

He leaned in, his eyes dark and unreadable.

"You can't even begin to understand how much I hate you," he murmured.

My heart pounded painfully. The weight of his words settled over me like a storm cloud, suffocating and heavy.

What did I ever do to deserve this?

"I'm leaving," I said firmly, turning toward the door.

Mr. Annoying leaned against the wall, watching me with that same irritating smirk. "Not until you give me my goodbye kiss."

Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close, crushing his lips against mine in a rough, forceful kiss.

I pushed against his chest, struggling to break free, but he didn't let go until he decided to. When he finally pulled back, he shoved me away as if I meant nothing.

I stumbled and fell onto my back, the impact sending a sharp pain through my body.

Tears welled up in my eyes, but he didn't even look at me. Without another word, he turned and walked away, ignoring me completely.

I forced myself up, my vision blurred with unshed tears. My chest felt tight, a sob threatening to escape, but I refused to cry in front of him. Not here.

Wiping my face quickly, I ran out of the house. The driver said something, but I didn't stop. I didn't even care.

I just ran.

My legs burned, my breath came in ragged gasps, but I didn't stop. Not until my body gave up on me.

I slowed down and finally collapsed onto my knees. My whole body trembled as I tilted my head up toward the sky.

"Why me, God?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the distant rumbling of thunder.

Dark clouds swirled above, and within seconds, the sky opened up, rain pouring down in heavy sheets.

The cold water mixed with the warmth of my tears, but I didn't move. I couldn't.

"Why is it always me?" My voice cracked as I clenched my fists against my thighs. "What did I do? What is my fault?"

The storm raged on, as if the heavens themselves were crying with me.

I let out a broken sob, my body shaking violently. "I want to die," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.

Suddenly, the rain stopped.

A shadow loomed over me. Before I could turn around, a strong arm wrapped around my waist, yanking me backward.

A hand pressed tightly over my mouth. With handkerchief

I struggled, kicking and thrashing, but my strength was nothing compared to theirs. My screams were muffled against the palm of their hand. I smell something

Panic flooded through me as my movements slowed. My eyelids grew heavy, my vision blurred, and before I could fight it—

Everything faded into darkness.

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