I shuddered.
How ridiculous it may sound but Ian was kind to me. It was his kind behaviour towards me but on his scale of kindness.
He wanted me. He wanted me badly but he restrained himself for me. He is not used to be waiting or restraining himself for others. But he did that for me.
He could have easily forced himself on me but he didn't.
And now if he ever gets his hands again on me, I don't think he's gonna show ne the same kindness.
My apprehension reshifts to the same question.
Did I do the right thing?
I sighed again rubbing my temples.
After I left the hotel, I went straight to the train station. There weren't a lot of people in there. I was extremely cautious every second of it.
50 miles away, I expected myself to be safe but at what cost?
I lost the peace of mind.
A curt knock at the door shuddered me.
My eyes opened and I felt the same distress tormenting me, the one I felt everytime someone knocks at the door.
Suppressing my fear and wariness, I made my way to the front door through the small messy room.
The 'click' of lock was followed by the 'creak' of the opening door.
A pleasant relief overtook me upon not seeing a fiery Ian ready to deposit dozens of bullets in my head.