Chapter 184
- KILLIAN -
I just want her near me. I am loosing my mind every single second knowing she’s out there alone. Knowing I was warned by not only Natalie but Liam as well yet I chose to discard it. Knowing I put her in danger.
And this time, it’s not simply Asami. S is involved. Owen is involved. And if I’m not careful, every single man that wants my downfall would make her a prey.
I step harder on the throttle, keeping a straight face. I’m heading to her dorm. Maybe I should’ve been a little nicer in the text I sent to her but that was the most decent way I could put it that I knew she’d respond to. I don’t want her to worry or be afraid but she should be. If fear is what she needs to have sense and come to me, then it’ll be an even better asset.
I let out an exhale, guilt panging at me. Hazel doesn’t deserve this. That much I am well aware of. I just hate that there’s not much I can do. If I take Asami’s advice literally, when I paid late her a visit and we talked in my car, worse is coming but how can Hazel be safe when she doesn’t even know who the strength backing her up is? When she doesn’t even know who I am nor what I am capable of?
I need to tell her, sooner or later, but it’s the last thing she’d want to hear in the middle of upcoming exams. Maybe I should wait till after it. . . I hope the worst doesn’t unfold during this period. My thoughts regarding this are disheveled. I let out a hitched exhale, feeling my palm burn due to the tight grip I have on the steering wheel. I guess it’s time to come clean after all and let nature take it’s course after, my fist tightens its grip on the steering wheel, the ache getting worse, no matter how favourable or unfavourable it is. One thing I know for sure is, when she knows, whether she wants me there or not, I will be there, because that’s the only way to keep her from being harmed. Like I’m doing with Kate. I groan in distress. Hazel’s case is totally different and I find myself losing my mind the more I ponder on it.
I finally arrive at her dorm, parked in front. My vehicle is still on. I would’ve taken out my phone to call her if she wasn’t standing right in front of the block building with two full travel bags. Is this where I come out and offer my aid? I don’t know if she wants me to be seen here so I wait in the car.
This lady is still barely talking to me. I doubt she even will if I didn’t lure her hand into doing so. Fear is a very interesting thing. It does wonders, either good or bad, to the person afflicted by it. Hazel descends down the small step stairs then walks to me, both her hands occupied with travel bags.