Jay's pov
Involving myself in different tasks worked as a great distraction. Even though I got lost at times, keeping myself busy was the easiest thing to cope with my disturbed and distracted mind.
My hands were busy, one scribbling and writing the lengthiest medical terminology on the board while the other held a giant anatomy book, which was quite a struggle. And I could feel their gaze boring into the back of my head, my ears picking up the slightest giggles and murmurs behind.
Even though my license as a doctor had been cancelled due to my mental illness, called depression, labelled in my medical history. I was now teaching aspirants who were the upcoming generation of doctors. Dr. Ren had deliberately referred me to their medical college, and the professors were quite impressed with the preserved knowledge and prodigious brain that I possessed.
Once I finished writing the terms, I turned back to look at the student, who had now straightened their posture to look attentive. Some of them were even the same age as me. It had been a month since I got into teaching after investing the previous year into renovating and reopening the orphanage.
The orphanage was well established now; my hard work had been fruitful. Even though keeping up with the volunteers and maintaining the organization was a task. I had battled threats—death threats, legal threats, random officials barging into my office demanding documentation of my ownership of the organization and whatnot. My bodyguards and security weren't that much of a help.
I never thought of being a professor in a college, but it didn't sound like a bad idea either. Other than having the struggle to keep a straight face and not lose my temper. I think I have been fine. These students had tried every method of verbal communication to test the waters. Some of them even went to the extent of questioning my personal life. Especially women.
I had almost burst out. But for the love of God, I was a professor. A professional from the field of medicine, where panicking, frustrating, and nerve-wracking situations were a daily routine. I sighed internally, maintaining a straight face, and my eyes wandered across the classroom.
Jay: The terminology I wrote on the board. I want you guys to find out what they mean. I will be giving you 15 minutes.
All of them were caught off guard. I knew these guys were new to this type of teaching method. They had expected me to act like the old professors who would speak the whole time or bombard them with questions even before they started teaching. But I wanted to explore which style worked for them.
The time seemed to pass way faster, and they were all serious about giving me answers. For the next half hour, I went on discussing the terminologies, and I could say they were all thoroughly listening to me. I liked their potential to get through topics and ask me questions. It was fun.
The lecture had finally ended, and the students went out of the class in a beeline while I gathered my books to leave. And annoyingly, that one girl stayed, ogling at me as if I were some piece of meat. My eyebrows twitched at her creepy presence while she played with her hair strands, looking at me with a sick smile.
I didn't even know her name, but looking at her nonchalant demeanour and her classy attire, I knew she belonged to a rich family. Or maybe she was a future celebrity doctor.
Call me judgmental, but I could tell she was arrogant and a daddy's girl who would get what she wanted. And by scrutinizing her attitude, one thing was clear: her intentions were wicked.
"Jay, I wanted you to take extra classes for me. I have some doubts about these concepts. Help me, please."
Came her pitchy voice as she batted her eyelashes, trying to fake innocence.
Jay: I wouldn't appreciate any students addressing me by my first name. Kindly maintain the decorum of this college and address me as your professor.
I tried my best to use words that are assertive but polite.
"Oh, come on, I am the same age as you."
She cackled.
I sighed, wanting to get rid of her.
Jay: What are your doubts about these concepts?
I came straight to the point. Instead of putting up her doubts, she chose to get up from her seat and invade my personal space. Her high heels clicked against the floor as she landed all over me. And I was quick enough to keep my distance.
Amazing. I am doomed.
"I want to know about the heart first."
She chirped, placing her index finger on my clothed chest, which I was quick to yank away.
Is she dumb? Or was she unaware about the concept of personal space? But I am a good... understanding.... professor.
Jay: What's your doubt about that?
Instead of answering, she dared to lay her hand on my chest this time, touching me sensually.
"I want to know if I can keep that reserved for me."
She squealed with that sick grin.
Almost immediately, I yanked her hand away.
Jay: You are a student. Act like one.
It was almost impossible to keep my calm demeanour. I had raised my voice.
She looked offended for a while, but the next moment, my shirt's collar was clutched in her fists, pulling me in as she attempted to kiss me. I tried my best to push her away, but shit, I desperately wished I was a woman and could punch her in the face.
"God, you're being difficult!"
She yelled.
I didn't know what came over me, and I just tickled her on the stomach, which made her jump away. Humorous. Thanks to my instincts. Huh. It wasn't that hard, was it?
God, it was better before when I wasn't the centre of attention all the time. I don't know if it's my fit body or just the fact that I exist that is the reason I was in a mess.
Once I had her off my collar, I decided to walk away, and I was so... so wrong. That lady jumped on my back as if I were her teddy bear.
And to make things worse, she started desperately kissing my neck. This was getting ugly.
Shit!
I tried my best to yank her away, not wanting to use my hands to physically hurt her.
Jay: This is harassment. Get off of me.
I yelled.
She wasn't ready to listen; her manicured hands with sharp nails were hooked on my clothes. I could feel her nails scraping.
Jay: I'll report you to the council, woman! Get off!
"Who's going to believe you anyway! And by the way, this woman's name is Kelly!"
I rolled my eyes at her antics. But she had a point. She could blame me all she wanted in the end; she's a woman. No one would trust me. I jerked my body, trying to shake her off me.
She whimpered playfully, trying to act playful while I struggled to keep her ugly mouth off my neck.
This was a shitty situation. The misery was endless.
I struggled for a few more minutes until I felt her hands and her body being automatically peeled away. I inhaled a harsh breath. My insides were thumping with panic. I heard her screech, making my ears hurt. But thank God someone had come to save me.
Turning around, I saw a very familiar face. It was Amy. Standing tall in all her glory with her signature look. Her hand was fisted in Kelly's hair, tugging at her harshly. Kelly was screaming her lungs out. And by Amy's tight grip, I knew she'd ensure the woman went bald. Her eyes were glowering even though she kept a resting bitch face; I saw red.
Kelly: Leave me!
She screeched. Her hands desperately tried to free her hair, which was in Amy's grasp, but Amy didn't have any plans of doing so, nor was I going to stop her. Call me evil. But getting into a woman's fight is a death wish.
Amy: You were harassing Doctor. Now, face the consequences.
To my surprise, she was trying to keep her cool. I had faced Amy in the moments of rage, and she was unstoppable. She wasn't herself whenever she was angry.
Her jaw clenched tight, but her gaze was stern; her eyes still glinted with sanity, unlike in the past.
Amy didn't move; she stood nonchalantly, dragging her fisted hand upwards, making sure the hairs in her fist came off the scalp. Kelly was short, and she was struggling with all her might. She was crying and screaming her lungs out, and I could spot some of the students returning and peeking into the class. Kelly's screams had gained attention.
Kelly: I'll sue you for abuse. You are raising your hand to a woman.
Amy scoffed. She didn't even flinch at her shrill voice. It was deafening. Kelly thought Amy was a guy. And hell yeah! She did look like a guy at first glance.
Her short hair was styled in a side partition; her bangs covered one side of her eyes. She was clad in black formals, her blazer hanging lifelessly in her arm while the other tugged Kelly's hair. And her dead gaze did nothing but make my heart go crazy. She looked hot. Very, very ethereal. She was making my brain buffer. And I couldn't understand that I was in the middle of two women fighting, and all I could think about was how gorgeous Amy looked.
Kelly: You don't know my father. I can get whatever I want and get rid of whoever I wish to, you psycho. Jay, help me, please.
She squirmed under Amy's harsh grip on her hair. And after hearing my name, Amy seemed to grow even more pissed.
Amy: Did you just call Doctor by his name?
Kelly: I did so? What?! He's going to be mine. What will you do? Beg me not to?
She barked and cackled like a maniac, wriggling and squirming under Amy's venomous stare. She tried to stab her pointed heel into Amy's foot. But it was unsuccessful; she couldn't even keep her heels touching the ground while Amy had tugged at her hair once again. Kelly's laugh switched to ear-deafening cries, her nails digging and scratching Amy's hand with all her might to draw some kind of reaction or get her free, but the tall woman didn't budge. Amy looked deadly. Her tongue poking the insides of her cheek, her jaw clenching. It only meant one thing: it wasn't going to end well.
Amy: Guess what, Dada's bitch! He's mine. And secondly, I am a woman, unlike you.
The next thing that came into my vision was Amy slamming Kelly's head on the nearby bench. I could hear the students' gasps behind me as Kelly's screams echoed through the empty classroom. This was not good.
Jay: Amy, stop!
While I tried to intervene, Amy had gone crazy enough to ignore my pleas. She lifted her clenched hand again, banging Kelly's head on the bench. I needed to do something. The students behind me were scared, standing at the door.
Kelly will die!
If I didn't stop Amy now.
Jay: Stop! Stop it! Please.
Kelly was screaming at the top of her lungs; her nose had been bleeding, and her pink shirt had turned dark crimson, soaked with her blood. I was afraid the injury would get serious. Stitches were unavoidable, but looking at Amy's maddening purpose, she would end up as a bloody pulp. Her skull might break apart.
My brain had been malfunctioning. The last time I stopped Amy from attacking, I ended up with a sore throat for a month. Amy had always pushed me away from such situations. Till now, she was under the control of her senses. But now...
Amy wasn't being herself.
God. Help. Me.
There was a professor who had rushed to the rescue but halted right beside me. He looked more terrified at the bloody sight than I did. This won't stop if we don't do something.
I had no options. It was either me who would pull Amy away, or it was Kelly's dead body. And with no second thoughts, I jerked Amy away from Kelly. The strong force didn't loosen Amy's grip. Her fist on the hair was clenched iron tight, but at least I had Amy looking at me. I was trying to bring her back to her senses. But this time her heated gaze seemed to soften at the sight of me.
Jay: Leave her.
I commanded.
This time, my words registered in her consciousness as she slowly unclenched her fist. Kelly had sprawled all over. A few chunks of hair flying away that got ripped from the scalp and collapsed on the bench; her blood had splattered all over. The top part of her face was all bloody, her blonde scalp had turned red, and blood was spilling away.
This was bad. I didn't know what to think. I looked at the scared professor beside me, who had turned white out of horror, and I told him to take care of Kelly. My eyes turned back to the students, who were stunned at my demeanour. My gaze was enough to make them walk away from the class.
And finally, my eyes landed on Amy, who looked stunned. I gripped her arm, dragging her out of the classroom with me. The corridor was huge, but the students had crowded it. I didn't know if it was my stance or the situation; the students had moved away, paving a path for me and Amy to exit the corridor. I didn't think much of it and started to walk towards the end of the corridor with Amy following my pace. She didn't speak. Murmurs and whispers lingered in the air as I dragged Amy through the corridor.
And these kids were awful at whispering. I could hear their words very clearly. Or were they deliberately trying to make their words audible to me?
"Didn't know Professor Jay was into guys."
"Professor's boyfriend is so hot."
"That was so hot, Kelly deserved it."
"I thought he was straight."
"Kelly is dead?"
"They look good together."
"I'm gonna ship them."
It was a shame that these kids were more worried about my relationship with Amy than talking about the tragedy that occurred to Kelly. As if such bloodshed were something very normal. Maybe it was the profession itself that had made us rigid to even react to any kind of cruelty or gore. Nobody cared what happened to her. I guess no one liked her bitchy attitude either.
I wasn't much bothered about those kids or their opinions about me or Amy. Most of all, I didn't care what they thought. If they call me gay or whatever. I didn't mind. Maybe I was a little gay, just for Amy. But now, my main priority was to clear this shit that had taken place and get back to my peaceful life.
I realized that it was rather my shitty fate or Amy's obsession that has always ruined my peace. I loved her before, and maybe I still do, but I couldn't ignore the fact that Amy had always been the root cause of any violence that has taken place in my life.
I had finally done what she had wished for, which was for me to get away from her life, which I did, and now she was here again, in my life. But the only question that irritated me was 'WHY?'
Once we had reached the stairs to the 1st floor, I shoved Amy to the nearby empty classroom, closing the door behind us. She didn't show any signs of protest and gave me the freedom to manhandle her. I pulled at her bicep, pinning her against the door; her back crashed against the wooden surface while my hands slammed on either side of her head.
Jay: What are you doing here?
I didn't even cared to ask about her act from before because her mere presence and her guts to dare and show me her face was pissing me off.
I stared at her with heated gaze, my eyebrows twitching in irritation at her unbothered stance; it was so annoying. It was always difficult to look through her thoughts or find what was going through her pretty skull at times. She always dealt with problems in three ways:
1. Manipulation
2. Violence
3. Charm
And when it came to answering my questions, she feigned ignorance. She would pass me that nonchalant stare and believe that the answer had been delivered. She was doing the same; nothing had changed in those 2 years. She is still as arrogant as ever, downright ignorant.
I kept silent; I wasn't going to speak until she answered. My gaze was intense and she clearly understood that I was pissed. She sighed.
Amy: I just wanted to know if you're doing well. You left the island in a hurry last month, not to mention without any professional help on that yacht. I was worried.
My gaze faltered, and I looked away. It was her turn now to flash me that intense stare.
Flashback:
My emotions were jet-lagged while my hands gripped the wheel, and the gurgling sound of the boat's engine boomed in the air. My eyes bored on the map that lay flat on the front, my eyes tracing directions to reach the coast or find any other seashore.
I had escaped the island, getting into one of the boats. I had been smart enough to spot a manual map of the place I had retrieved from the study table and foolish enough to be placed in the same room where I rested. Easy-peasy. The only prayer I chanted was to reach back to the mainland. My boat surfed at high speed. Looking back, the deserted mansion faded the more I moved further. Though I couldn't see it clearly due to a lack of glasses, it was easy enough for me to figure out. My gaze suddenly fell on the black dots that had appeared.
The distant sound of motor engines was a hint that there were other boats at a distance, quick enough to realize Amy had sent them. She was now aware of my escape. Was she here to stop me? Drag me back? But to my surprise, none of them were trying to stop me. They had surrounded me at a particular distance, following me.
A sudden voice had my attention, and I realized it was a voice from the walkie-talky on the dashboard. It was Amy's.
"Doctor. Doctor, do you hear me? The guards will help you return to the mainland; please follow them. I don't know why you had to make such an impulsive decision about locating the mainland all by yourself. You could have told me. Is something wrong, doctor?... Doctor?"
I remained silent, not wanting to answer. She had hurt me enough, and now she was acting like a saint. I wasn't going to fall into her trap this time.
Hearing my silence, she sighed.
Amy: We will talk this out later; just reach back safely.
The device screeched with static noise as she spoke.
A sigh escaped my lips. I huffed.
Jay: I do not wish to talk with you. Not now nor later! Bye!
And with that, I threw the walkie-talkie in the sea as it immersed with a bloop sound of the water.
Flashback over:
Last month, I had fled from the island. I couldn't take it anymore. Amy avoided my questions like the plague. And I knew she didn't have any answer for that. I wasn't her priority after all.
My thoughts broke when I felt her hand on my cheek. Her eyes had softened. Slowly, her hands trailed from my cheek to my shoulder, her eyes trailing the movement of her hand as it finally stopped at my torso, over my healing wound.
My heartbeats raced to the speed of a bullet train as I held my breath, my senses devouring and enjoying the feel of her touch. Even though my body was clothed, she had me in such a spell. A trance that I wanted to be trapped in forever. Her touch was tender; her thumb gently caressed above the fabric of my bandaged wound.
It felt utterly good. My gaze was locked at her face while she carelessly stared at my torso, gently touching my wound. I was fuming with anger a few minutes ago, and now all I wanted was for her to touch me. Spoil me. My hands itched to hold her. In my arms and get her snuggled up against my body.
Amy: Doctor, you need to breathe.
Her words came sincere and slow. A whisper loud enough for me to hear as I released my breath. The trance seemed to fade, and my senses and consciousness were back in place, alarming me to get away from her and get her out of my life. But I stood still, my hands still resting on her sides.
Jay: Why do you care?
This time her eyes trailed back to my face. Her brown eyes peered at my blue ones.
Amy: I do care.
She uttered. Her adamant eyes from before slowly turned from innocent to clueless. Her switch of personality had always made me question my sanity.
Jay: Why are you back then? Why, after 2 years, when I had finally gotten over you? After 2 years of suffering, I struggled with panic attacks. Nightmares. My sanity, my career, and my soul were stripped out of my life. They were going to put me in a fucking asylum to treat my mental state because therapy was a joke. They wanted me stable, not alive. I was dying every damned moment. And now, when I was finally persuaded to a life where I would not mourn over you, you dare to come back and claim me as your plaything!
Her eyes widened at my words. My words were slow, hurtful as I deliberately emphasized every syllable for her to hear. I was pushing a dagger straight at her heart. In the form of my words. I wanted her to feel the hurt.
Jay: They called me crazy because I claimed that you'll get back. You’d come back to me. But you never did. And when I finally found you. I realized I was no longer your priority. I meant nothing to you.
The words escaped my mouth even before I could hold them. They were on the tip of my tongue every time. I wanted to gauge a reaction out of her. I wanted her to justify her actions. Why was she doing this to me?
In response, her eyes flashed hurt. She looked guilty. Her lips puckered into a thin line. She swallowed, trying to speak under my demanding gaze. The only sounds in the empty classroom were now our breathing. Slow and calm, yet there was a lingering, thick tension in the air.
Amy: I'm sorry.
I looked at her in disbelief. She didn't meet my eyes. I rather expected her to shoot back. Tell me her reasons or state that I am worthless again, just like before. But she did neither. Instead, she was being sorry. Sorry? It amazed me that she believed that a sorry was going to wash off 2 years of trauma like a slateboard and bring my grandmother back with her damned sorry.
I laughed. And continued to laugh. On my circumstances. Fate was playing serious jokes with me. Amy was caught off guard. She looked at me, clueless. My laughter, filled with a sense of sarcasm, left my throat.
Hell.
Jay: Wow. Amy... Oh! Miss. Maria. You're sorry? That's a big word coming out of your mouth. Tell me, Miss. Maria, how is your sorry going to help me?
The blood in my veins felt like poison. I knew the old me would have bought her sorry. And also would have forgiven right away. But the present me… Could not. There was a surge of rage. An emotion that washed over me like waves. I was going to make her regret it. Even though I knew I would regret my actions in the future. I would be overwhelmed with guilt. But. I could not stop. I wanted Amy out of my life. I was out of my mind, and now I was going to make sure I got what I wished.
Even though I loved her. I still love her. But this time, I was going to make sure she wasn't going to ever take me for granted.
Jay: If you are sorry about it. Then leave. Leave my life as if you never existed in the first place.
Those fierce brown eyes were now red and glossy, twinkling with unshed tears that burned the corner of her eyes, threatening to spill. It hurt so badly. It pinched my heart; my breath stopped. I couldn't take my words back. The damage was done.
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