Free Web NovelChapter 89: My Heart! It Hurts
Doran’s call left Zyair tethered to the ground in shock. His body’s will to move seemed to have been snatched away. His worst fear that something might happen to her had come true.
Gruelling pain erupted in his heart wanting to make him scream. He had promised himself that he would protect her. He had failed.
The desire to scream in agony, the desire to just have wings so he could fly out there and search for her and the desire to end the wretched lives of those who dared take her was clouding his brain.
"I will find you, Skyla," he said through gritted teeth, his hands balling up in rage.
He called his contacts and told them they needed to find his secretary, giving them all the details he had.
He knew he had to inform Huria. The way she spoke about Doran told him she wasn’t a fan. She needed to know what had happened before he would listen to the press conference Doran was about to conduct.
So he dialled her number and informed her but he wasn’t prepared for what she revealed. He couldn’t believe his ears and blankly stared at the phone in his hand.
Was Skyla really in the hospital?
What must have happened to her?
Why did Huria say not to tell her scumbag of a husband?
Did Doran do something to her?
So many unanswered questions swirled in his mind, torturing and agonising his very existence.
Without thinking he just grabbed his mask not bothering to change from his night trousers and t-shirt and rushed out.
His mom had gone to sleep so he didn’t want to bother her, he just left her a message on her cellphone. He also informed his contacts that she had been found.
Covering his face and neck with a black mask, Zyair headed out like a madman in his car. He even drove like a madman too. Every instinct in his body was telling him to reach that woman while his brain was screaming foul play.
Reaching the hospital he parked the car in a hurry and rushed inside. His heart thumped so loudly in fear and anticipation of how he was going to find her.
What if someone had tried to lay their hand on her again? The mere thought filled his veins with lava of rage, he squeezed his lips together so as not to let out a frustrated growl.
Huria was waiting for him in the waiting area and he strode towards her like a depraved man.
"Where is Skyla? How is she?" He demanded, his eyes holding so much pain as they searched Huria’s for any hopeful answer.
"She is being shifted to a room from the ER but she is safe. A couple found her way on the outskirts of the city, their car hit her leg and she got injured."
The dangerous glint that flashed in his eyes at those words made Huria pause. She could sense the rage radiating off of him in waves. freewebnovel.cσ๓
"I want to talk to her. Take me there," he was in no mood to just stand there and talk. All he wished for was to see her with his own eyes.
"Mr. Zyair, she is in a very fragile state of mind. She can’t answer everyone’s harsh questions. Thanks to that press conference, the media and police will soon discover that she is here. I have requested the doctors to not inform the media of her presence as her life is still in danger from whoever kidnapped her but they will have to inform the police as it’s a kidnapping case. And of course, her husband who you know is a well-known man in the city."
Huria had to lie, Skyla wouldn’t let her tell Zyair the truth. And a nurse had already unintentionally told Skyla about the press conference. The nurse was only trying to sympathise by saying how her worried husband was holding a press conference and was glad she had been found.
"Miss Huria, I just want to see her right at this moment. I won’t ask questions." His patience was wearing off, his hands had balled as a maddening wrath was sinking his fast-beating heart.
"Come," she finally said and led him forward. Sensing Zyair was getting angrier by the second.
Reaching the room they had shifted her in, Huria decided to wait outside.
Zyair took a deep breath and buried the ugly anger that had him grasped in its tentacles. Opening the door he entered her room and softly closed it behind him. Turning towards her he froze in his place. The agony rained down on him like pelts of fire, burning his very existence.
Her face was turned to him under the soft light of the room, her left cheek was bruised and swollen and there was a blue patch under her closed eye. Her neck had been bandaged while the rest of her body was covered with a white hospital sheet.
Her slender hand rested on her belly as her chest slowly rose and fell. Those soft auburn tresses had spread all around her, the pin he gave her loosely hung from them. Not a day had gone by when she hadn’t decorated her hair with this pin, his pin.
Like a broken angel, she lay in front of him, the girl who protected him and yet he failed to do the same for her. The ache in his heart intensified until that was all he could feel. It was excruciating, it was relentless.
The urge to just wrap her in his arms and shield her from this cruel world had him taking a few faltering steps towards her.
"Skyla!" He softly called her out, his voice carrying his unshared burdens, his woes and that never-ending fear of losing her.
Her eyes slowly opened upon hearing his gentle voice and instantly filled up with painful tears.
Why couldn’t her husband be someone like him? The question bombarded her brain like it had done millions of times before.
They just held each other’s gaze, static in space and time, the barbaric world with its hideous people fizzled out as the moment belonged to them alone.
So many emotions rallied between these two broken souls who wanted nothing but solace. Shackled by society they couldn’t even speak what lay in their hearts.
The tears of her tribulation began to slip out of her eyes and his heart was ripped open and slashed to pieces.
"Please! Don’t cry. I am here," he wasn’t sure what assurance he was even giving her. But her tears affected him like nothing else in this world. They were so precious to him.
And her next words crashed on him like a boulder and crushed him under their weight.
"My heart, it hurts."
She didn’t speak about the physical pain which must have been immense considering how injured she was but the emotional one. What wouldn’t Zyair just give to heal her, heal her heart?
"Make it stop hurting, please." Her drugged mind was only registering him as her messiah, like many other times when he had soothed her, could he do it this time as well?
