Against His Will.

"Mom.......mom....mom....come on hurry up. Let's go we will get late. Dad is waiting in the car" I shouted in excitement

"Coming honey" she shouted from the kitchen.

But I still kept shouting for her from the main door because I am so excited about our overseas vacation, "Mom... mom.... mom."

She came running after checking everything for the last time in the kitchen. Because we are going for a long vacation after so many years.

Dad was always busy with his work but he never neglects me or mom. He always gives us time and this time overseas vacation.

O my god I am so excited.

I heard the car's horn sound from my behind it made a smile on my face wider.

We were in the car, mom was telling dad that she had checked everything last time before leaving and they got busy in there talking.

Suddenly shout from my mouth made them look back in terror. Mom and dad both in union asked, "What happened honey." Dad halted the car to the side of the road and mom was searching for any kind of injury on my body.

"Is there any injury honey" dad asking in a worried voice. Mom was still examining my body. After being fully showered in a happy voice, she told him there was no injury on my body dad sigh in relief.

"What happened honey? Why did you shout, " mom asked me

"Look mom look" I was showing her the map of Disneyland pointing to the various rollercoaster ride. She was staring at the map. She had no clue what I was trying to show her.

"Is something wrong with your fingers honey why are you moving your finger so fast". She took my hand in her hands and started examining them. Dad was looking at everything from the driver's seat with an amused face. He understood what I was trying to show mom. I smiled sheepishly at him.

"Noo, mom nothing is wrong with my fingers. Look there are so many rides here. We are going to ride on each and every ride, " I said in excitement looking at a map.

"You. Jane Elizabeth Austen" Mom took my whole name in her angry voice. I lifted my eyes from the map and meet with my mom's angry one. She snatched the map away from my hands "You Jane Elizabeth Austen are you trying to give me my very first heart attack" she asked in her angry voice. Looking at mom's angry face me and dad both started laughing very loudly. She looks very cute when she is angry.

Taking the map from my hands she went to the front seat. I and dad were still laughing. Mom's one angry look made us stop laughing but we both were trying to suppress our laughter. But we failed at it and we burst out laughing again and this time mom was also laughing with us too. And again I was telling them what we are going to do once we reach there.

Dad was driving towards the airport and we were halfway to reach the airport. Sun was setting down and the night was going to bloom any time soon. I was so excited about my vacation with my family and I got lost in my dream.

Sudden jerk made me snap out of my dream. Mom's worried voice was echoing in the car. When my eyes were fully open. I saw two big lights coming towards us and it hit our car making it turn upside down. Again the sudden jerk of our car colliding made me hit my head on something very hard.

Blood started oozing from my head. Making my head heavy with throbbing pain in it. I started losing my consciousness and mom's voice has stopped echoing in the car. Not hearing my mom's voice anymore made my already racing heart go wild with more fear. It made breading hard for me. My body was slowly becoming heavy with this unconscious taking over me. But I need to see them. Lifting my body up with a little bit of last strength left in me. I started searching for mom and dad in the front seat.

A...re-are they fine.

I was trying not to lose consciousness. Keeping my eyes open was becoming hard every passing second. Taking hold of the seat to balance my trembling weak body with a slow breath. I looked in the front set there was blood everywhere.

"M..mom, D..dad" I shouted in my cracking voice with a sore throat. All the time trying to keep my eyes open b..but I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. Blackness was taking hold of my sight making unconsciousness stake over me. I started hearing the sound of the siren it was ringing all over the place.

"There is someone alive here hurry up bring stretcher fast." A male voice yelled in a panic. These were the last words I heard before unconsciousness took completely over me making me fall into a deep sleep.

I was still hearing the ringing noise which made me short open my eyes and my hands drifted to my head. Searching for any sign of blood.

I was breathing hard but there was nothing. Only sweat was all over my face and head. The ringing sound was coming from my alarm.

Lifting my hand I switched it off. Taking in my surroundings I found myself in my room on my bed realization hit me. Taking a deep breath I started to calm myself. "I..it was just an n..nightmare nothing is going to happen again, " I said while moving my hand on my wildly breathing heart in a soothing manner. How much I try each and every time to make myself forget about that day but it never happens. Fear of that haunting nightmare never went from my heart.

It's been five years but I still remember everything and it haunts me every night.......

After calming myself I took a glance over my alarm.

"O my god it's nine o'clock already I'm late, " I yelled in shock to myself. Getting out of bed I started doing my morning actives as fast as possible.

After I was done, I went down in a hurry stuffing my things inside my bag. There was no time left for breakfast. My first class will start soon and as you guys know the final year students have to do lots of things. So I can't miss it.

So tiptoeing I started moving in the direction of the main door. I took hold of the doorknob and was about to twist open it but there came a cool and composed voice. "You're not leaving the house without breakfast, " it made me stop dead in my tracks. Its aunt Jennifer's voice. She always knows when I'm about to leave the house without any breakfast.

I have started to think she has some special powers. And whenever I asked her how she knows I'm about to leave the house without breakfast. She just simply smiles at me and says it's a secret. It always added more fuel to my curiosity.

I took a step back blowing air out of my mouth with the caught face. "But I'm getting late for my class, " I said to her in my pleading voice while turning back to face her. For a second she glanced at me and started serving my breakfast. There was no point in arguing with her. So it's better I finish my breakfast as soon as possible.

The class had already started when I reached university. Entering my class I took a seat beside my best friends Grayson Williams. We became friends during the third year because we were in the same project group. Usually, I don't make friends because of him.

'Him'

My heart started beating faster. I don't know what he will do If he came to know that I have a boy as my best friend. Today again my thoughts drift to 'him'.

I still remember that day when I came to live in Adam's family house after my parent's death.

Uncle was my dad's friend. I didn't know my father had a friend who lived in New York. He is a very kind man.

I first met him in the hospital after the accident. He was the first person I saw after opening my eyes. He told me he is my father's friend. When I asked about mom and dad he told me only I had survived.

I was so upset after my parent's death he was always with me. All this time he took care of me like my own father.

I accepted his offer when he asked me to live with him and his family because I had nowhere to go. I was only sixteen, I had my own house but I couldn't live there alone.

Memories of my mom and dad were there in that house. It hurts so much to live there alone. Throughout the flight, I was crying. The pain of leaving my house my old life was so much. It was unbearable for me. When I saw the reflection of myself in the mirror of the plane's washroom my eyes were swollen and my nose was red.

When we arrived at his place my eyes widened in shock. He didn't mention that he lives in a mansion.

Oh did it rhyme?

I smiled at my silly joke. He just told me he has his own house in New York with a small family. And they will love to have a new family member like me.

His mansion is so big and beautiful from the outside.

We went inside it was more beautiful from inside. I was gazing all over the mansion with an open mouth. Then my gaze fell on the lady standing in front of me. When our eyes meet she smiled at me wholeheartedly.

I smiled back at her. The Uncle introduced us to each other. Her name is Jennifer Adams, she is uncle Adam's wife. She hugged me with so much affection. Her hug was so warm and full of life. She told me from now onwards this is my house too.

I was feeling strange from the moment I entered this house. Like someone was staring at me but there was no one besides uncle and aunty.

Aunt hugged me again while hugging her I saw someone was leaning against the wall behind her. There I saw 'him' for the first time. It was dark where he was standing so I couldn't see his face properly. Aunt Jennifer called him to meet me. She told me he is their only son. He was twenty years old. She told me we would become very good friends and he would be so happy to meet a lovely girl like me.

For a movement, I thought maybe I can make a new friend here. I won't be alone in this new place.

She called him again "Son why are you still standing there come fast welcome our new family member." Slowly the figure in the dark started moving. I brought a big smile on my face to meet my new friends.

He came in light and stood in front of me my eyes meet with his cold sea color eyes. A smile from my face totally disappears. He was so handsome with cold sea color eyes. I was staring at him with wide eyes. He was staring right back at me without blinking. I saw something in his cold sea-colored eyes. I saw hatred in his eyes towards whom?

My question was answered soon. Without saying anything to me he left the room. Thought of making a new friend was thrown out of the window by 'him'. With a Homerun and I knew he was not happy to meet a lovely girl like me.

I heard someone calling my name and my head turned towards Gray. "Jane I called your name so many times. Are you again daydreaming?" he asked me with furrowed brows. I shook my head in denial. From his face, I know he didn't believe me. He nodded at me but he was still looking at me with suspicious eyes. "Class is already over. Come on let's go. We have to go to the next class" he said while taking my hand in his. He started dragging me for our next class. With a smile on my face, I let him drag me.

Again today involuntary I let my thoughts drift to think about "him"...

After our class was over me and Gray went to the nearest cafe for lunch. We both were hungry like cats and dogs.

"Grey please go fast and bring something to eat, " I said while taking a seat to the nearest table but he was still standing there and observing me with his big brown eyes. You know guys he is very handsome but not handsome like 'him'.

"Why are you still standing here, " I ask him with little furrowed brows. "Go bring something to eat. I'm starving go fast, " I said in my impatience pleading voice. He was still standing there and watching me. If he stares like this to someone else they will go mad but it doesn't work on me. "What?" I finally asked him.

"Jane, " came his cool but demanding voice. "When are you going to tell me what were you thinking during class. What are you always daydreaming about?" he asked me in his serious voice. "From the day we became friends I always saw you spacing out. You are always like that. You don't even talk with me properly during our class or whenever we are hanging out together. Am I that boring?" he asked me in the same voice.

He looks so cute when he is angry.

"No Grey you're not, '' I said with a smile on my face. "Actually you are the first person with whom I feel comfortable, " I said in my calm voice with a small smile.

"Than what is bothering you so much. Is there a problem please tell me maybe I can help you" he asked in his pleading voice with eyes full of concern.

"No Grey I'm ok thanks for your concern". I said while smiling.

"Then why are you always spacing out. Tell me maybe I can help you, " he asked while taking my hands in his to comfort me.

"No, Grey I'm good, " I said with a smile.

"Are you sure?" he asked me again in his concern voice.

"Yes, I am" I replied to him with a small smile.

"You trust me right, " Grey asked me with his serious face.

"Yes, of course, Grey I trust you, '' I replied with a smile on my face.

"Now go bring something to eat I am starving. Cats and dogs are fighting World War III in my stomach", I told him with a smile on my face.

He smiled back at me."OK, I'll go and bring something to eat", and he went to the counter to order.

Do I think so much about 'him'?

He is not even here but he is still controlling my mind. Maybe I can talk to Grey about it.

That thought was immediately discarded by my brain.

Noooo I can't tell about 'him' to Grey. I'm sure he won't be happy to hear about 'him'.

It's been two years since he has gone but still, he has the same effect on me. Like the first day when he had talked with me or to put it in more simple words threatened me. The memory about that day still gives me shiver all over my body.

It's been two weeks since the day I started living in my new house. I was still trying to adjust to my new life without mom and dad. I was missing them so bad. I use to cry every night. The only good things about these two weeks were aunt Jennifer. She was so nice to me, I also started helping her in the kitchen like I used to do with mom. She told me there is no need to do such things but I told her I feel good when I help her. Then she never protested about it. But something was strange. Whenever I use to help her or do something else in the house. I felt someone was watching my movements. Someone was staring at me with a cold gaze all the time.

The next day I was in the kitchen helping aunt Jennifer. She went out to take something and again I felt someone was staring at me. So I looked up and I saw 'him'. He was leaning against the kitchen door while staring straight at me. My body went stiff at his cold gaze. I immediately lower my gaze and continued to do my work to avoid his cold stare.

Why is he standing there? Does he need something?

If he needs something from the kitchen, why is he still standing there and watching me?

He never comes into the kitchen. I only saw him during the day three mealtime and did I told you guys he has not even spoken a single word with me till now. He was still standing there staring at me. I don't know how many minutes passed like this.

I started feeling uncomfortable with this situation. But I need to compose myself and act like it is not affecting me. The next thing he did make my heart beat fast. He...he slowly...slowly started moving in my direction.

Does he want something from me? Why will he want something from you? Does he want to ask me when dinner will be ready? Why will he ask you that as if you are making dinner? My inner voice kept mocking at me. Making this situation worse.

Remember he has not spoken a single word with you in the past two weeks. If he wants to ask something about dinner he will ask his mother not you. My inner voice tried to console me.

Then why the hell he is coming near me? I screamed in my mind.

Lifting my eyes I looked at him. A thousand questions were coming in my mind with no answer for them. He was still moving in my direction, he was slowly cutting the distance between us. Now there was only one hand distance between us.

Why is he still moving in my direction?

My brain was repeating this question, again and again, he was still staring at me without blinking his eyes.

What...what will I do now?

My heart started beating very fast. I could hear my wild heartbeat. If he comes to any close to me he will hear it too. In a second, he was in front of me. Unconsciously I lowered my eyes with a racing heart. He was in front of me but he didn't stop in his track. He passed by me while brushing his hand on my arm.

This small touch of this hand sends a shiver to my spine. Passing by me he took something from the refrigerator and went out of the kitchen. I was still standing there like a statue. After he was out of my sight I let it out a heavy breath which I didn't know I was holding it.

What was he trying to do?

Poor me little did I know it was just beginning......