Reborn- His Scarlett Moon

“Beep! Beep! ”

The honking brought me back to reality.

The flashlight from the car was blinding me. I had dozed off. Waking up like this was not only irritating, it was way past annoying.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

” Hey! Drop it! ”

I yelled back as the car honked again.

The lights dropped. I moved my hand with which I was covering my eyes.

” I thought I asked you to go home! Why are you sleeping on the road? ”

It was my first client. The nameless psychopath.

I saw him open the car door and walk up to me.

I tried getting up but sitting in that weird position in the cold had cramped my nerves and feet. I held the walls for support.

” Let me drop you at your home! I don’t want to be blamed for your untimely death! ”

He was scoffing at me. Then grabbed my wrist and literally pulled me inside the car without even waiting for my response.

I tumbled behind him. He banged the door shut after shoving me inside. I almost fell back on the seat with my leg up.

“Which address? ”

He asked after sitting comfortably beside me on the driver’s seat.

“Keep heading south. I will give you instructions after we reach the end of the town! ”

I was shivering at this point. Though it was quite hot inside the car. My frozen limbs were finally recuperating.

He glanced at me as if disgusted, then opened his blazer and tossed it over me.

” Thanks! ”

I mumbled and coiled up on the seat.

The rest of the drive was conversation less. Yet the situation felt so comfortable and so natural. Him and me, sitting side by side, and the roads fading on either side of the window.

I shook my head and looked away.

How much more pathetic could I be? I should have listened to my friend’s advice and started dating earlier.

” Turn left please! ”

We were almost there.

” Left? There is nothing there except the dump yard! ”

He jammed the brakes. I flew in front. But before my forehead could crack the windshield, his palm cushioned the impact.

A strange rush went straight from the spot of contact between our flesh and ran down my spine.

” I live beside the dump yard! ”

This embarrassing statement no longer bothered me. I had been repeating it ever since I was a child.

He gave me a weird look , then drove in the direction I showed.

” Stop here… ” I forgot to add the please after my sentence.

As soon as he did so, I opened the door, bowed and ran back home without even looking back.

I could tell his gaze was following me from behind.

I unlocked the door, got in and fastened it from the inside.

My old man was coughing away to glory.

I heaved a sigh, then threw my purse on the side and ran towards him and lifted his head on my lap.

” Here, drink some water! ”

I patted his back and tried calming him down in vain.

” Who is there? ”

I spied a movement through the creek of the window.

I ran to check but could not see anybody there! I closed it nevertheless, tighter this time.

Then there was a knock. A knock at the door.

Who could it be at this hour?

I pulled my father’s walking stick and slowly moved towards the knock.

Even though we lived in isolation, there hardly ever was any episode of break in or theft. I mean like obviously because there was nothing to take from us.

I silently pulled the latch and stood behind with the stick ready in my hand.

The door flung open and I blew the strongest blow I could on the incoming person.

He held the stick with just a finger then turned towards me with an arched brow.

My first client. The lunatic psycho.

” Seriously! Is this how you welcome your guests?”

Guests? We never had any and I had no clue about their etiquettes. But banging their heads with a stick would definitely not be a part of that.

“Oh, it’s you! I am so sorry! ”

I bowed . But then I picked my stick again . Distrust in my eyes.

” Why are you here? What do you want! ”

He heaved a sigh. Walked inside ignoring me. Then looked around with wonder in his eyes.

” I will tell you everything! Please sit down! ”

He made himself comfortable beside my father.

My old man was staring at his face. His coughing had magically disappeared.

” Sherry! Is this your boyfriend? ”

My father was talking normally again.

” No… Baba… He is… ”

” He looks like a king! ”

He cut me and my excitement at his normalcy and started blabbering again.

He smirked.

” Sherry! Is that your name? ”

He asked, tapping the spot beside him, for me to sit.

” Yeah! And you are? ”

” Call me Ryan! ”

” I would if I needed to. ” I shrugged my shoulders, ” But I thought we had already settled our arrangement. Was there anything else that you needed from me? ”

My voice was spilling suspicion.

He was laughing.

” Technically no Sherry! We did not finish what I had actually paid for. I was just generous and let you go! ”

” I did not beg you to do so! ”

I barked back. It was really annoying if anybody tried trusting their favor on anyone.

” Are you here to take back your generosity, mister? I am afraid your choice of place is neither aft nor proper! ”

He kept laughing .

” Did I say I was here to complete what was unfinished?

I guess you enjoyed the teaser that I bestowed upon you. It’s still stuck in your head! ”

My mouth opened in defense but found no word to protest at a blame so atrocious.