CHAPTER 4 The Eyes That Screams Danger

Ashina's POV

I hurriedly removed my name pin and my apron from the locker room. No, I'm not running out of time. I just can't wait to finally be home after a God -long tiring day. It's so tiring to go to college in the morning and work an eight hour shift in the afternoon up until night.

It's not just tiring. For four straight years, I felt so tired that no sleep or rest could ever make me feel at ease. It's like a never-ending marathon. It's a kind of tiredness that consumes my bones.

"Mommy!"

"Ash! Baby," I called him and opened my arms for a warm embrace. And this is my rest.

Yes. That one night may have been a mistake and brought me pain and suffering for the succeeding years; but Aciel Hartz; my son, is the only one who kept me going.

"Mommy, you're home early."

His different colored eyes gleamed as he reached my face with his short arms. He's almost four. Which means four years of the past that's still clearly embedded into my head.

After knowing that I'm pregnant, I badly want to tell him that he got me pregnant. I know I don't have any assurance that he'll accept me and our baby, but still I want him to be the first one to know.

But what are the odds. Every night I would wait for him in the bar hoping that he'd show up, but he didn't. I don't know anything about him except his strong smell and aura that I never felt and smelled after that one night of us.

So I had no choice. After a month, I told my step-parents that I got pregnant. Of course they are mad and furious. I'm not even in the legal age to have a baby, not even starting out college,Yet I got pregnant already.

I cried for long nights, feeling so alone and useless. Thinking that maybe this was the reason why my parents had abandoned me. Because they already predicted that I would be just a failure.

But those nights are replaced with goodnights. With my son beside me, his tiny hands holding mine whenever times are tough and tiring for me. I said to myself that I can bear it all as long as he's with me.

"Yes,baby, because I'm missing you." I touched his small nose and kissed him.

He giggled. My heart fluttered. Those tiny giggles are heaven to me. What I'd do is just to hear him laugh.

"Come on, let's go inside?" I invited him. My step-parents are inside for sure. They also soon accepted both of us. And I admire both of them for that.

My parents might have disappointed me,but the best thing that they did was to give me to these people. Such a kind-hearted being that's ready to accept and help someone that's not their own.

I grabbed my son's hand to guide him inside, but I felt him not giving in. I looked back at him. His eyes were weary and curious, which made me worried.

I knelt back at him. He's seriously looking at my arm. The way his forehead made creases reminds me of his father. Even his thin red lips, which he also got from his dad, are in a straight line.

He's really the perfect reflection of his father. Except for his skin complexion and different colored eyes. It's all from his dad.

"Why? What's wrong?" I asked worriedly.

"What happened to this mommy?" he asked cutely.

I glanced at my arms that had a bandage. I chuckled raw as I saw what he was talking about.

"Oh! Mommy got into a slight accident." I spoke. The truth is a bowl of soup accidentally poured into me.

"Don't worry about mommy, I'm fine!" I convinced him.

He pouted and was still looking at it. It's like feeling a warm hand cupping my heart seeing him this worried. I hugged him tight at his level.

"Mommy loves you, Aciel. I'll do anything to protect you." I whispered to him.

The intercom on our campus rang and the students were immediately alerted by it. I stood up and fixed my things so I could finally go to the stadium to attend the twenty seventh conference of the universities congress. It's my last year in college. One last year for me to graduate and I'm all set to find a perfect job for a living.

"Ma'am, may I know where the stadium is here?" a stranger asked me. By my judgement, she looks like a freshman.

"Oh, I'm not a professor. I'm a senior here." I smiled.

She seemed stunned.

"I'll be going in there. You can just go with me."

She accepted my invitation. I spoke to her while walking to the stadium. To be honest, I'm quite used to them being mistaken that I'm a professor or some staff at this university. My body is matured compared to my peers.

My long silver white hair was so eye-catching when I came inside the stadium. This hair even brought me into some complicated situations. The guidance even called me out because they were so interested in my hair. They think this is some wig or what? I couldn't blame them, though. This is my parent's genes. I could do nothing about it.

The programme started just a few minutes after that. I don't even know what this conference is about. I just want to get this done right away so that I can go home to my son and embrace him.

"Christ. This will be a long one," said the lady beside me. She seems bored.

"This will be just about those hypocritical rich people." she hissed.

My brows furrowed, but I chose to just ignore it. That's right, I heard that there will be a speaker and some famous people in town.

"And for our speaker, here's Ace Cunningham!"

The whole audience inside the hall stood up and applauded, but I was the only one who's left seated. My eyes are fixated on the man that's going up onto the stage. Perfectly dressed in a black suit. His long hair is now gone. It's cleaned cut and his body became more broad, or is it just me?

My heart palpitated seeing him. I remained seated as I didn't know how to react. It's been four god damn years! What a small world to see him here?

I gulped when his eyes immediately went into me. His eyes that scream danger look so familiar to me. I almost stopped breathing thinking that he would notice me. That could not be, right? It's been years and that's just one freaking night.

If I wanted to see him, that's a long time ago and not now. I don't need him. My son and I don't need him.