Mr Dark Desires. Possessives

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Ayana awakens when Dalia shakes her body while the sun is still hiding behind a curtain of overcast sky.

 

“I have some business to do, so I have to go for a while.” Dalia tells Ayana, she sits next to the girl's bed and looks at her.

 

Ayana rubbed her face and rubbed her still sleepy eyes. One, two puffs escaped her lips as she stared at Dalia already dressed too neatly for a day that was still too early. “When will you be back?” Ayana asked worriedly. He didn't want to be in this house alone.

 

In fact, being alone is not a problem for Ayana, who she fears is that Carlos will eventually return home and she will have to be home alone with him.

 

“Possibly tonight or tomorrow morning,” Dalia said, she reached out her hand and tidied the strands of Ayana's hair that fell onto her face.

 

“Can I go with you?” Ayana asked, hoping that Dalia would give an answer other than what she already knew.

 

“You know that I can't do that.” Dalia said regretfully for having to resist Ayana's wishes. She knew how bored Ayana was confined inside this house and it had been almost a month Ayana could not enjoy life out there.

 

“I know.” Ayana. He had expected the answer to be like this, but still he could not help but be disappointed when he actually heard it.

 

Dalia opened her mouth, was about to say something, but then she unbundled her intentions. The thing that the middle-aged woman wanted to say was; ayana could use the idea that Dalia had hummed dozens of times, but it seemed that the girl was not even willing to consider it at all.

 

Therefore, Ayana should not complain about the path she takes.

 

“Then I will go now.” Dalia stood up and waved her hand at Ayana before she closed the door of her room.

 

Ayana sat down, her eyes staring at the new wall clock showing at five in the morning.

 

Because of Dalia's departure, Ayana became unsettled and this made her drowsiness just disappear. She cannot go back to sleep, therefore, Ayana decides to get out of bed and make breakfast for herself.

 

Tying her hair, Ayana walked towards the kitchen, intending to make breakfast for herself while muttering softly a song she knew.

 

Dalia always keeps leftovers overnight in a box that she puts in the refrigerator so that it can be warmed back for breakfast.

 

Of course Carlos will not eat such food, he will always get new food. The warmed cold food was only for Dalia or herself and Ayana did not complain at all. For her, this food was better than any food she had ever gotten at her foster parents' house.

 

Last night Dalia made sphagetti with carbonara sauce. There is still one box for Ayana to make breakfast.

 

With a slow humming, Ayana picked it up and put the box into the microwave, set the timer for two minutes and Ayana waited while making a glass of milk for herself.

 

After getting to know Dalia, Ayana began to dare to step out of her room, after all, now Ayana realized, her room was not a safe place for her, because whenever Carlos wanted, he said, she can find Ayana there and get what she wants, regardless of Ayana's refusal.

 

After Ayana finished making a glass of milk, she picked up a box filled with spaghetti from inside the microwave and started eating in silence over the barstool.

 

The aroma of the spaghetti was so appetizing and made Ayana smile a little happily. Few things can make him happy these days. However, Ayana begins to realize that she is starting to be grateful for the small and simple things that she can still enjoy.

 

 

Ayana's body immediately stiffened as well and she immediately drained her milk. However, his intention to escape came to a halt when he heard his name being called. Ayana recognized the voice.

 

Abby's.

 

From his voice, it seemed like he was not alone, there was someone else with him and it was neither Sam nor Carlos. Another man's voice.

 

Ayana bit her lips slowly, worried. Between choosing to approach Abby and see what happens, because there seems to be something strange about the way Abby talks, but on the other hand, Ayana does not want to get involved in anything, which can cause him problems.

 

Then Ayana heard Abby's voice scream with a stifled voice, followed by the sound of something falling and breaking. It looks like Abby hit a display and broke it.

 

Instinctively, Ayana immediately got off the barstool and headed for the front door, wanting to find out what happened to Abby exactly.

 

In any case, as long as Ayana is in this house, Abby is always kind to her and she doesn't want anything bad to happen to this one friend of hers.

 

“Abby?” call Ayana with heart. He walked down the corridor.

 

The closer Ayana is to the source of the voice, the clearer is the voice of Abby and the man. It seemed like they were whispering something, speaking in a low voice.

 

“Abby?” call Ayana again when she turns and finds Abby in the arms of a man. But that's not Sam.

 

Ayana frowned. Isn't Abby Sam's girlfriend? Why did she kiss another man?

 

Ayana is uncomfortable with what she is seeing and it seems that Abby is fine, so she decides to stay away and not bother them.

 

However, before Ayana can disappear from the room, the man who was kissing Abby so excitedly, noticed Ayana's presence and pushed Abby away.

 

Abby, who was surprised, was about to protest, but then she found the figure of Ayana, looking at them with an awkward look.

 

“Ayana, what is it?” Abby is no less awkward either. She knew that Dalia was not home today, but she completely forgot that Ayana was there. Alcohol seems to affect the workings of his brain.

 

“Oh, no. It's okay.” Ayana raised her hand and shook her head strongly. “I just heard the sound of something falling and the sound of your screams.” Ayana bit her lips with a fervent, staring everywhere except at the couple in front of her. “So I came here to check.. I thought you were hurt.”.

 

Abby gritted her teeth. Ayana must have seen him making out with another man. He cursed himself for having forgotten the existence of Ayana.

 

Damnit damnit!

 

“No, I'm fine.” Abby stared intently at Ayana, her tone no longer friendly. “Why don't you just go back to your room?”