KURT'S POV:-
As she left to bring me wine, I stood up and looked around. I went towards her study table. There was a diary set on the table. I smiled as I picked up the diary. I went towards the bed and sat down on its edge. I opened her diary and started reading it. To be honest, I was hoping to know more about her. As she looked very mysterious to me. She was different, there was no doubt. And I wanted to solve that mystery.
But to my surprise, the diary contained no information about her and her personal life. Instead it had something very odd. I could see some geometrical shapes. Some odd shapes too. Some drawings. There were some things written in the diary but I could not read them. As they were written in some other languages. There were some pictures attached in some pages. And the details were written about those pictures.
She named them as demonic power spells. I sighed while going through the diary. Then came the pages for ghosts. She had written stories about the ghosts. Full stories like how she learned about a ghost in a place. Then she fought the ghosts and scared them away. The whole diary was filled with crazy things. Ghosts, spirits, Angels, demons, hell, heaven and God. By the end of that diary, I started to think that all the stories were real. I started to believe everything I saw in that diary.
"Get a grip, Kurt. These things don't exist. And her mom informed you before about this trick of her to push men out of her life. Get a grip. You can not fall for this trick." I spoke to myself. But I did not stop reading that diary. I could not help myself. It was somehow very interesting.
LEYLA'S POV:-
Once I was breathing normally, I made my way downstairs. I went straight towards the kitchen. I grabbed two glasses. I filled one with red wine and the other one with orange juice for myself. Once I was done, I grabbed the glasses and went back upstairs. I took my time with everything. I wanted him to read my diary so he would know everything about me. I was done with the thoughts of me getting a decent guy. At that age of my life, I assumed that I would either be with a demon or a freak like me.
Taking a deep breath, I kicked open the door of my bedroom. As the door opened, Kurt looked up at me then smiled. I smiled back then carefully took both of the glasses towards my bed. I gave him the glass of wine and set my glass on the bedside table. I sat down on the bed in front of him. "So, this is your diary! Did you ask me to explore your room on purpose? So I will find your diary and read it?" Kurt asked me in a curious tone while looking into my eyes. I bit my lower lip so I would not smile wickedly.
"Maybe!!! What if I did so?" I replied to him while looking into his eyes. He shook his head then chuckled at me.
"You know, your mom told me everything about you. I did not need to read this to know about you. Why would you try to make me read all that?" He asked me after a few minutes of silence. His tone was low and serious. But hearing his words, my jaw dropped on my lap. I was shocked to know that my mom actually told him about the reason why I was called a freak. She always hated that reason.
"Hold on a second! My mom! She told you about all this? Really?? I can not believe my ears! Am I dreaming or something? Or did I just hear it wrong?" Instead of answering his questions, I bombarded him with my questions. My tone was shocked and so was I. I just could not digest the fact that my mom told a man everything about me, truthfully. That was usually the job of my father. He told everyone about it proudly. But my mom. She hated the fact that I could see ghosts. Well, not in reality. I could dream about them. She never knew that actually.
Hearing my questions, he had a frown on his face. But even that frown erupted billions of butterflies in my stomach. Making the insides of my stomach tickle. "Yes! She told me everything. She told me how you use these fantasy stories to push all the men out of your life. I gotta say, your stories are so graphical that I also started to think they were real. Even after knowing the truth that they are just some stories." I sighed in a disappointed way as he answered my questions. Of course my mom lied to him. I could not expect anything good from her at all.
"Of course, she said that so her freak daughter could have one man in this city who would not think that her daughter is a freak. My mom lied to you, Mr Rodriguez. What you are calling "some fantasy stories," they are the actual life events. Everything that is written in this diary is based on the true events of my life." I spoke in an annoyed tone while looking into his eyes. But after hearing my answer, instead of getting shocked, he laughed out loud. I rolled my eyes at him because I knew how good my mom was at lying.
"You can say whatever you want to say. I am not going to believe in your stories. These are just stories. They can not be true. Your mom told me that you can be pretty convincing." He replied to me in a straight tone that made me sigh again.
"Okay, my mom told you that. Did she tell you why I do that? Like, why do I use these "false stories," you call them. Why do I use them to push guys out of my life?" I asked him some questions and he just shrugged his shoulders carelessly.
"She did not tell me that. Maybe you don't like men. Maybe, you are into women. That is the reason you lie to almost everyone about that so no one would look at you." He replied in a dah tone as if he knew me better than I knew myself. It was not his fault. As I said before, my mom could be pretty convincing with her lies.
"Okay, I believe you. I like women. So what are you doing in my bedroom? You are actually sitting on my bed. And my mom told you everything because I tell everyone these stories to push men out of my life. If that is the case, why is she trying to change me. My brother is gay. She never did that to him." I replied to him in an annoyed tone. I was literally annoyed with the fact that my mom was making me look like a psycho patient just because I was different.
People thought of me as a freak. Yes, it used to hurt a lot. I could not make any friends just because I was gifted. But it never hurt me that much before. She actually proved to Kurt that I was not just a freak, I was crazy.
KURT'S POV:-After hearing her response, I tried to come up with a response but I was speechless. She was right. Her mom told me proudly that her son was gay. Then why would she try to push her daughter to have a straight relationship. If she was really a supportive mother like she had told me, she would never push her daughter to have something she did not want. I looked into her eyes and I literally saw pain in her eyes. She was hurt because of my words."Hey!" I whispered as I went closer to her. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer to my chest. I was just trying to make my point. I did not mean to hurt her feelings."Shhh… you don't have to cry. I am so sorry, Sugarplum. I did not mean to hurt your feelings. If you don't like men, just tell your mom. So she would not push you to like someone you just don't feel to be with." I w
LEYLA'S POV:- I stepped out of the bathroom and went towards the closet. I was looking for something nice and comfortable for me. I pulled out skinny blue jeans and paired it with a black tank top and red and black check shirt. I quickly wore my clothes and dried my hair with the drier. Once I was done, I applied eyeliner and lipgloss. As I did not need makeup, I hardly wore any makeup. I wore my black boots and sprayed perfume on my body. Once I was ready, I grabbed my back and stepped out of my bedroom. I went downstairs. As I entered the kitchen, my mom smiled widely. She came to me to hug me. But instead of that, I ducked and walked towards the fridge. I grabbed the bottle of milk and poured it in a glass. With that, I grabbed an apple and took my seat towards the mini dining table in the kitchen. "Leyla! Your mom was trying to hug you. And you just ignored he
LEYLA'S POV:-After a crazy weekend with Kurt and his friends and my friends, we came back home. Kurt dropped me back with a promise to take me to Oregon next weekend. He decided we had to go to Oregon for our first date. It was Monday again. I could not believe how fast the week went. And the weekend was faster. I was in my office when my phone started ringing. I looked at the screen then gave my father a pleading look. Dad smiled then signalled me to take it. I grabbed my phone and stepped out of dad's office.I walked towards the meeting hall and picked up the call. "Took you long enough. What were you doing? Why did you pick up my call this late, Leyla" I was bombarded with questions as soon as I picked up the call. An annoyed look appeared on my face as I heard his stupid questions."I don't remember that we were in a relationship. And becau
LEYLA'S POV:-I was sitting on the beach, looking at the calmed weave of the sea. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "You look comfortable." I smiled widely as I heard Kurt's voice. He sat down beside me, hugging his knees. Just the way I was sitting. I turned my head towards him and winked at him."The real question is, why did you bring me here? Because, last I remember, you said we will be in Oregon for our next date. But we are at the beach in New York City." I asked him in a dramatic tone that made him chuckle.He laid down on the sand with one of his hands under his head. He opened the second arm for me. I smiled shyly then laid down with him. My head was on his chest as he wrapped his arm around me. "Well, you have been pretty disturbed lately. You talk to me but I started to realize that your head was mostly so
LEYLA'S POV:-We were standing in a mall. I had no idea why Kurt brought me to a mall. And when I asked him, he shushed me saying that he is the boss for now. I rolled my eyes at his dramatic acts but I could not help myself. He was cute and I started to like spending time with him. I did not say another word to him after that. He bought us ice cream. Then he made me sit on a bench and went away. And I was waiting for him, while finishing his and my ice cream. Well, I was hungry and angry. And ice cream was perfect in both scenarios.After almost twenty minutes, he came back. By then, I had finished both of our ice cream. He had a mischievous smirk on his face. I bit my lower lip with a guilty look on my face. "Sorry. I was hungry and angry and your ice cream was more delicious than mine. So I could not stop myself." I said with a guilty pout on my face. Seeing my pout, he laughed out l
LEYLA'S POV:-Once Kurt was gone, I went towards the house. The guard nodded his head at me. I walked towards him. "Did you bring the money?" The guard asked me in an excited tone. I nodded my head as I opened my purse and pulled an envelope out of my purse."Here you go. As promised. Sixty grand. Now, are you sure everything is under control?" Because once I get in, you can't get me out until I am done." I asked him in a curious tone. He opened the envelope and started counting the money. He nodded his head as he heard my question."Yes! It's fine and I have turned off all the cameras until you are done. Nobody will come back until two days later. There is something they are preparing to bring here after two days. Just go inside and get done with everything." He replied to me in a confident tone that made me roll my eyes at his non serio
LEYLA'S POV:-He looked tired. His eyes were red. His hair was messy. His lips were dry. I could almost imagine how exhausted he might be. "Oh, Kurt. I am so sorry. Let's get out of here. Let me take you home. You look exhausted." I cupped his face with both of my hands then spoke in a worried tone. He sighed and forced a small smile on his face. He pulled his phone out and dialled a number. He waited until the phone was answered."Hey, man! Found anything?" He asked on the phone and waited for the response. He sighed in a disappointed way after a minute."Yeah, I think so too. It's about to dawn in a while. We need to head home. Let's rest for a few hours then start looking for her again in the morning." He spoke in a disappointed tone. He listened to whoever he was talking to on the phone. Then he hung up. He grabbed my hand then pulled me away. We w
KURT'S POV:-I opened my eyes in the morning and found Leyla's body almost wrapped around me protectively. She was snoring softly. I chuckled softly as I saw her beautiful face in the morning. I pecked her forehead lovingly then freed myself from her tight grip. I walked towards the bathroom and took a shower. Once I was done with the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and stepped out of the bathroom. I went towards the bed and sat down on the edge of the bed. I leaned over and let the droplets of water fall on her beautiful face.She frowned twice then slowly opened her eyes. She gasped as she found me so close to her. I was staring into her eyes. She gulped hard while looking at my almost naked body. "I need to go. That's why I had to wake you up." I said in a guilty tone after a few minutes of silence. Seeing my face, she chuckled. She sat up on the bed, staring