Black coffee

"Aron's point of view,"

"Aaron, I would rather not see your face ever again. How on earth did you rape your aunt?"

"Dad, that's not true; she's just trying to trick you. Please trust me." I beg him to put his faith in me.

"It's disgusting; I never expected this from you, I don't want to see your filthy face again." In my father's icy gaze, a fire of animosity burned.

"Why did you lie to him?" I confronted Aunt Jerry about her deception.

"Aron, I don't want to share you with anyone. I have to play this drama in front of your dad because he wants to take you abroad. Now he will not take you with him, and you have no other place to hide your face except me." She chuckled evilly.

I could hear her evil laugh ringing in my head.

"No, please don't do this to me."

She was pulling me into the darkness, and I felt her firm hold on my hand. I attempted to break free from her grip, but it was so tight that I pulled myself into the darkness as my feet slipped on the ground.

"I don't want to go with you."

She locked me in the dark room and told me that if I didn't follow her instructions, she wouldn't unlock the door. I grabbed my soft toy and took a seat in the room's corner. Despite the lack of light in the room, my soft toy gave me courage. I'll soon see an angel who will come to rescue me. I waited through the entire night for the first rays of the morning sun to reach the room's window, which eliminated the night's darkness.

"Aron, I am here for you. Open your eyes." I felt the warmth around me as I saw my grandmother's face.

"Grandma."

When I felt her touch on my body, I opened my eyes.

"What happened, Aron? Are you all right?" Sara was right in front of me. She was looking at me with concern-filled eyes.

"Nothing to worry about; I had a nightmare." I wiped off the sweat from my forehead.

"It's already five in the morning; why don't you go to your bedroom and have a nap?" She motioned for me to lift my head off her lap.

Did I spend the entire night curled up on the couch with my head resting on her lap? How could she not ask me to take my head out of her lap? I saw her in confusion.

She was still busy typing on the laptop.

"Did you stay up all night, Sara?" I noticed the dark circles under her eyes.

"Yes. Now that I've achieved my goal, I can relax and take a nap." She raised her hand in the air and yawned.

"I'm going to take today off and try not to write for at least two days."

After a long night of writing, she proudly showed me the word count.

"Okay, I'll allow you to take a two-day writing break." In response to her, I couldn't help but laugh.

Her commitment to her writing is inspiring.

Last night, I was so engrossed in her talks that I completely forgot when I slept. I always want to sleep with her because I feel strangely comfortable around her. She had to meet her monthly book target last night, though, so I opted to spend the entire night sitting next to her so I could feel her cozy presence.

At first, I tried sleeping alone, but my thoughts kept going back to Aunt Jerry. I got so scared of seeing Aunt Jerry in my dream that I immediately ran to find Sara.

I feel like I'm missing out because I don't have the creative ability to express my emotions effectively. I lack the necessary talent to share my traumatic childhood experiences with others. I've stored a lot of sad memories deep inside my chest because I lack the courage to reveal my true self to others.

Who will be the ideal person for me—someone who can comprehend the chaos that lies behind my silence? If only I could meet someone who would never pass judgment on me, who could read my mind and know why I do what I do even when I don't tell them.

Will Sara be able to understand my pain?

People were taken aback by my outwardly vibrant appearance. Everyone is unaware of the darkness hiding behind this false luminosity. I am a multi-billionaire company CEO for the entire world. Even though I can easily possess anything I desire, nobody is aware that I lost everything years ago.

Sara's situation is far more fortunate than mine; she has her mother by her side, while I, despite having parents, find myself alone in this world. I lead an orphan's life. My grandmother is unable to live with me at home due to her prolonged hospital stay.

"Would you like some coffee and cookies, Aron?" Sara's voice snapped me out of my reverie.

How on earth did she wake up all night long feeling so energized? Despite sleeping through the entire night, I still have pain in my body from the uncomfortable position I had on the couch.

Sitting in one position the entire night, how could she not tell me about the pain in her body? I couldn't help but question her about the source of her freshness.

There's not even the tiniest hint of fatigue on her face, save for the dark circle beneath her eyes.

"Having this also gives you energy."

She extended a coffee mug to me.

"Eww, it's very horrible. I hate black coffee." I returned the coffee mug to the table after peeking inside the black coffee.

"Aron, just because something tastes bad on our tongues doesn't mean it can't be good for us." She gripped her coffee mug tightly and kept her gaze fixed on the table.

"I don't like the bitter taste of coffee; I want sugar and milk in it." I requested a regular coffee from her.

"Things that were so sweet and alluring to us occasionally ended up killing us." Her eyes were filled with sadness suddenly.

Why is she gazing so intently at the table?

"Sara, what do you mean?"

"Nothing; I will bring you regular coffee." After grabbing the coffee mug, she entered the kitchen.

Hearing her puzzling conversation sparks my interest in learning more about her. Why did I feel like she was hiding something from me? She is not the woman I assumed from reading her erotic books, but she is far more than what I thought she was. Sometimes, she looks like an iceberg to me.