Chapter 329

Julie’s point of view

The redness of my cheeks intensified with hot malice and embarrassment, and I stepped toward him with a threat and eyes that blazed, saying: "Yes! A man like you should not have seen me in that posture... and who knows what you did when I was absent from consciousness?!"

At that shocking sentence, burning sparks flew from Jake’s blue eyes, which turned into a raging hell, and his face transformed into a mass of sweeping, black anger. The muscles of his jaw constricted, and he said in a terrifying hiss: "Am I a hungry man who has never seen a woman in his life to touch a fainted girl?!"

I raised my head with blind challenge and an artificial insolence to conceal the terror of my inside, my eyes blazing with contempt: "And who knows about your disgusting past? In the end, you were residing in prison behind bars like criminals... who knows what filthy crime you are hiding its reason? Perhaps you are just a base rapist!"

At that precise moment, control vanished completely in Jake’s eyes and his volcano erupted. With a swift, crazy, and violent movement like a thunderbolt, he lunged with his massive, colossal body toward me and gripped with his iron, harsh fingers upon my neck, pushing me with extreme violence to pin me against the solid wall.

I felt the back of the violent impact on the solid wood while he was pressing with the power of his large hand on my airway to choke my breaths completely. He approached with his face blazing with fury, his eyes two embers, saying in a terrifying, breathtaking roar: "Whom are you labeling a rapist, you cursed woman?! I will show you who the criminal truly is!"

I felt the air cutting off completely from my chest, which began to constrict. My entire body convulsed and my knees relaxed beneath his deathly grip, but my pride and stubbornness did not surrender. I gathered all my remaining, desperate strength in my body, raised my foot with a blind, fierce momentum and a supernatural power that stemmed from the survival instinct, and struck him with extreme violence and absolute accuracy exactly between his legs.

Inhalantly, without delay, his iron grip relaxed from my neck so I could catch my breath. He retreated with his massive body backward while bending with a sharp, crushing, and fatal pain that paralyzed his movement. He gripped with his two palms tightly upon his sensitive spot while shouting at the top of his voice with pained, shriveled, and deeply affected features: "Ah... my dick! Damn you!"

I regained my breaths with difficulty and sharp panting while adjusting my white shirt with fingers trembling under the effect of adrenaline. I looked at him with contempt and disdain: "Do not attempt to do this matter with me again, or you will regret it!"

Suddenly, and without warning, the door opened with force and Steve entered into the hollow of the room, his eyes widened with astonishment, terror, and shock as he looked at our posture with captivated features, saying strictly: "What is happening here, by heaven’s sake?!"

I did not answer him with a single word and did not justify. I advanced and pushed Steve from before me with my shoulder with carelessness, and left his room instantly toward the hallway, while I heard Jake’s raspy, pained, and painful voice echoing in the background as he shouted, seeking help from Steve: "Your sister is wild... she is wild, by the curse’s sake!"

I entered my room and closed the door behind me with force to isolate myself and my soul from his continuous shouting. I was trying with effort to gather my disturbed breaths after all this madness that occurred. After a while, the door opened quietly and Steve entered with serious, grim features blazing with questions, where he stood before me with steadfastness and crossed his arms over his chest, saying with a terrifying calm: "What were you doing in the closed room with Jake, Julie? I want the truth."

I turned my sight away from him with an artificial coldness, and headed toward my bed to adjust the cotton cover with dry movements, attempting to pretend calm and indifference, and said: "Nothing worth mentioning... we were talking regarding going out only."

Steve sighed with extreme tightness, and took a step toward the depth of the room while shaking his head with helplessness, saying in a strict tone I hadn’t known in him: "Julie... do not anger me with your excuses; you are now the one who initiates the provocation of Jake and searches for problems, not him!"

I turned my entire body toward him in shock, my eyes widening with intense reproach and oppression, and I gripped my palms tightly, saying: "Are you on his side now against your sister, Steve?!"

Steve threw his hands in the air in disapproval and rejection of my drama, his exhausted features tightening as he shouted in wonder: "You are the one who went to his room... why did you enter upon him in the room while he was sleeping in the first place?!"

My chest constricted with extreme sadness and malice from his letdown of me, and I retreated a step backward with pained features: "It is entirely obvious that you are defending him and his actions now... leave me alone, Steve, get out!"

Steve knitted his eyebrows with regret and remorse over his sharpness, and tilted his head a little, saying with tenderness: "Truly, Julie? Will you be angry now with me too because of your stubbornness?"

I turned my back to him with a swift movement to hide my tears, and propped my forehead with my trembling palm while catching exhausted breaths, and said: "I am not well now by any form... for that reason, leave me alone so I can rest."

His voice calmed indeed and his anger retreated. He moved with measured steps backward, saying quietly and in a warm tone: "Come to eat breakfast; I made it for your sake."

I answered him with brevity and detachment without turning my head to him: "I do not want; I have no appetite."

At that critical moment, Steve approached me and placed his warm, large palm on my resentful shoulder to calm my terror.

He tilted his torso toward me, saying in a low voice: "Julie... you are angry, resentful, and raging all the time for an age; haven’t you tired and tired of carrying this weight?"

I turned to him with momentum and madness, my eyes gleaming with pent-up, cold tears, and I shouted with an oppression that bloodied my chest: "Because your cursed, foolish friend is the reason for all this tension!"

Steve’s looks lowered with sadness and he tightened his gentle grip on my shoulder to steady me. Then he raised his eyes to me and shook his head slowly, saying: "No... Jake is not the reason, Julie; you know this in your depths... you have been like this since that harsh moment in which you separated from Robert, and you know well what happened after it of tragedies... I only want you to grant yourself and your life a new chance to live in peace."

My limbs stiffened and the blood froze completely in my veins upon hearing his name. I felt a cold, scorching shiver invade my spine like death. My movement stilled completely like an idol, and I said in a faint, lost, and raspy tone: "What... what does this talk mean?"

Steve took a deep breath as if gathering his courage, the lines of his face relaxing, then he pressed on my shoulder with lightness and love: "It means that the time has come for you to get to know another person who heals your wounds... perhaps to open your closed heart to love again and forget the black past."