Don’t hurt me I’m a virgin - S01 E42

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Don’t hurt me I’m a virgin - S01 E42

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 42

I watch the panic seizing him slightly as one of the paramedics approach them and take a hysterical Sav from his grip, guiding her throu-gh to be consoled in the ambulance.

For a moment I want to go to her, with her. But a voice tells me it isn’t my place.

I watch the suspicious looks the police men give Devon as he enters the ambulance also. Somehow I get a feeling that they must know of his business with those girls.

Minutes later the ambulance and Police retreat away from the lot. And silence fills in the cafe for mere seconds before it erupts again with voices and activity.

“What happened?” Julie asks me and I have all four eyes gazing at me curiously. Even though Mitch is discretely spaced away I know he’s listening.

“You guys were having a heated conversation one minute and then she starts having a panic attack.” Julie continues.

I am still stunned at what has just happened, that I abs£ntmindedly say,
“She was trying to blackmail me but it didn’t go according to her plan.”

“What?!” Julie is frantic and Mitch’s face turns ha-rd as stone. His jaw twitches.

“Long story short, I think the man with her was the one who f0rç£d her to.”

“f0rç£d her?” Hilly ch!ps in.
“I don’t un-derstand Leyla–”
“You can tell by what she was wearing Jules, what do you think I mean?” I cut her off.

Realisation dawns on her features and Mitch’s ha-rd face glowers at the floor.

“Figures,” Effie says after a moment of silence. “I smelt prostitution the minute she stepped in the café.”
“Wait…wait a damn minute, Leyla?” Julie holds her hands up, confusion setting in.

“How exactly do you know her and what do you mean by f0rç£d her?”

“I’m not sure, but I think he has some sort of hold on her and not only her. I have a feeling the police knows about his ‘business’.” I shift in my feet frowning momentarily.

At this moment I wished Jeremy was here. He’d comfort me and reas-sure me not to worry about anything.

I fold my arms around me. I nee-d to talk to him, to tell him what happened.

“Wow,” Hilly says shaking her head. “That is lot of baggage, I did hear of something like that happening, but then it was at the other p@rt of town, no one dares to go there.”
Julie is still in a state of confusion.

“You have a lot of explaining to do.” She whispers to me. As everyone else leave for their stations. I take note of how my shift is ending.

“I know but not right now. I just want to go home and shed this off my mind.”

She looks at me with a concerned expression. “Okay. Tomorrow.”

I nod at her as move toward the changing room.

Afterwards, Mitch leads me to the car and we drive off to Jeremy’s house.

His face is still ha-rd as stone and I can tell he’s angry.
“Mitch?” I look at him throu-gh the review mirror, probing his eyes with my glance.

“I’m sorry.” I tell him. I know with my futile attempts earlier to not involve him has somehow insulted his job description.

His face loos-en-s for a moment. “You have nothing to apologise for Leyla.”
“I do. I know it’s your job to protect me.”

He presses hisl-ips.

“And I know, you can handle just about anything learning from this previous example.” He smiles reluctantly.

I give him a small smile. “Not anything.”

He shakes his head but smiles anyhow.

When we get home, I don’t realise how exhausted I am until I’m at Jeremy’s be-droom looking at his be-d longingly.
It isn’t until I realise that I have napped for two hours until I hear a familiar ringtone pu-lling me from my dreary sleep.

My eyes ba-rely adjust to catch Jeremy’s face popping in the screen before I answer.

“Hi.” I say.
“Hi.” His voice is grim as if he’s exhausted.

I can’t help the rush of warmth running throu-gh me, increasing my heart rate just by hearing him.

“You sound as if you just woke up.” He comments.
“I have. Long day.”
“Yeah?” He snorts.

I frown at my phone.
“Why didn’t you call me?” He sounds worried.

“I…I sle-pt. When I got home I didn’t realise I was exhausted and I just forgot. I’m sorry.”
He takes a de-ep cleansing breath.

“I was worried.”
“I know.”

“And angry. Someone was threatening you Leyla. That’s my worst fears realised.”
“She didn’t exactly threaten me, it was more like blackmail.”
“Blackmail?!” He breathes sharply.

“With what?”
“Remember the night you met me?” I sit up leaning against the pillows.

“Yes. What about it?”
I take a de-ep breath and then tell him everything. About meeting Sav and Monica even Devon; seeing them again yesterday, and again today. I tell him all that was said all the way down to my suspicions about her being f0rç£d to blackmail me by Devon.

Jeremy listens attentively on the other end of the phone.
“I’m coming home today.” He says, his voice strained of emotion.

“Jeremy you can’t drop your work, really it’s nothing.”
He gro-an s. “Nothing? Leyla I won’t have it, someone tried to blackmail you, who knows what else they could’ve planned just to get my money.” His voice strangles at the end and I imagine him fearing the worst.
“They didn’t. I don’t think they would have. Anyhow, I made it clear for her and I think the police are suspicious of him.”
“Damn right they should. The fv¢ker nee-ds to be locked in bars for what he does!”
“I know. But I am fine everything is fine. So no talk of coming home with your work unfinished.”

He breathes exasperatedly on the other end but I s-en-se his smile.

“You sure you’re fine though?”
“Yes and I’ll be better when you come home safe and soundly tomorrow.”

He breathes sharply. “I love the sound of that”
“What?” I ask.

“Home. It gives me hope Leyla, when you say home. I want to make a home with you.”
My heart lurches and I swoon inwardly.

“So no temporary stay until I figure it out?”

“Do you really think, for one second, that I’ll let you get your own place after what we’ve shared?”

“Maybe. A tiny bit.” I confess.
“I’m telling you right now, I’m never letting you go.”
“Jeremy my home is wherever you are.” I admit. Giving him another small confession.
I can feel him grinning. “I can’t wait to get back. I miss you too much, the next time I have a trip you’re coming with me. No arguments.”

I grin too, my heart lurching. “Okay.”

“You’ll allow it?” He sounds incredulous.

“Yes. I’ll allow it.” I grin.

I feel him grinning too and at that moment I want to tell him. I want pour my heart and soul to him. But saying it throu-gh the phone didn’t sound much effective.

That’s when I vow to tell him when he gets back.

Yes, I am not afraid anymore. I’ll tell him.

If he doesn’t say it back, I won’t mind because I have enough love for him and for the both of us.

“I’ll let you get back to your sleep, baby.” He says.
“Okay.” I swoon, his endearment never failing to s£nd a warm shiver throu-gh me.

“I’ll see you tomorrow evening.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Me too.”

“Night Jeremy.”
“Night, baby.”

I hang up, my heart pounding irrevocably fast as I grin in the darkness of the room.

I go over my day and soon drift off, wondering what tomorrow may bring.