Not A Saint (ENGLISH VERSION)
CHAPTER SIX: A new cage is built

I DON'T know why suddenly my chest throbbed fast especially in our position. He was on top of me and I am betting he is enjoying this view and the position we are in. His hand around my waist while the free one is fixed supporting his whole body not to pin down over me. He might be hearing my heart beating fast at this moment or both our heart is beating fast.

It doesn't mean when my heart beats fast I'm going to like him or we have the spark together. He is not the man who will change my true identity.

He removed his hand that supported his weight and touched my face that covers with a few strands of my own hair. My long wavy brunette hair that almost reached my waistline is scattered on my face now.

"You are so beautiful, Celestine. Your face is like an angel. Your body is like a doll I wanted to cherish in my hands and wetting my lips in your every inch."

I swallowed by what he said and I could feel what was playing in his mind right now when something hard seemed to poked in my stomach.

"I can't wait for the moment to call you mine," he almost whispered those words to me. I could feel the heat of his breath. Full of worldly I*st. His eyes still shimmered eagerly to take me to his glorious carnal ambition. Don't reassure yourself, because that won't happen and will not happen again.

I pushed his dirty hand viciously making sure it would not touch my cheek. I don't think there is anything clean in his body. All are full of germs and dirt, from his mind up to his body.

"Do you know how gentle your face is? I'm sure there's something else going to be more gentle at me. The thing between your legs, Celestine ... And I can't make a day without tasting your lips."

I was about to slap him when he pulled the hand behind my head causing my head to fall on the cold floor. He presses both my arms above my head and kisses me harshly.

"Ahh... That was so sweet, Celestine. Your lips are aching to taste my lips. I'll make sure before we get married I will be going to- ahh!"

He cried out loudly as I kneel the thing between his leg that he cherished the most.

"That will never happen, a*shole. Adios!" Deserves what I did. I will never let him do what he planning to do for sake of that f*cking marriage.

I quickly pulled the luggage bag and almost running getting away from that hellish house.

I walked until I reached the corner then called the taxi that parked there and moves fast not letting him catch me. As if he can. After what I did.

A devious smile finally paints on my face after I ride the taxi.

I really shouldn't have stayed there longer and he might be planning to live there. I don't like him. He is rude and disgusting! They are all disgusting. They were all after a woman's body! No man is good after all. Once they reached their desire, they will leave you like trash. I will never be like that. Never again.

I saw Roa standing outside the house at the gate waiting for me when the taxi I was in arrived.

She is smiling and greeted me with a hug when I reached her.

"Thank you so much ate for keeping me here," I said as we parted after the hug.

She was wearing only walking pants, a black straight jacket, and slippers.

I know she's busy and I'm bothering her. I just really don't want to stay at home especially when that perv*rt Bellevera is still hanging around.

"Let's go inside, it's cold outside and it might rain soon." Then she pulled my luggage going inside the gate.

Roa's up and down house are not big compared to the mansion house, I am living. She said there should be no second floor, she just wanted a terrace, and end up with a second floor for that.

The interior of her house is cozy, clean, and bright. There is a large gray vase near her main entrance door, and plants as well. She loves plants and it is all based on her landscape plan. From here is obviously a variety of plants that are mostly home-based plants that do not need too much sun exposure and water. I am wondering how often she's watering her plants?

"I just watered them yesterday. Come here to the kitchen for dinner. You certainly haven't eaten yet," she said to me as she poured water into the glass from the pitcher.

I stopped at what she said. She immediately knew what's inside my mind, while I was just looking at her plants. Her instinct is fast and catching up with everybody that's the reason why I like Roa.

I approached the dining area, it has a mix of black and white motifs. While the living room is green and white.

Suddenly my stomach rumbled as I was about to pull up the chair.

"I told you. You're hungry. Eat now and don't be shy. You've been here at my house before but you only see how I organize the house. I really fixed everything. To be cozier."

I just smiled at Roa and then pulled up the chair, finally.

"You and your mom fought again, right? I'm not someone you can run with after the fight, and I won't tolerate what you're doing either. I will never baby-please you. As discussed, just two nights." My instinct is right. She will not move. she will not allow me to stay here for long as I expected.

"Yes, ate. Thank you," I just said in resignation and make a sweet smile.

CHICKEN SALAD and pesto pasta are what she prepared on the table. I would have liked to have rice but she seems to be on a diet.

"Just eat less, you might ruin your figure," she commented as I added a spoonful of pasta to my plate. "I really prepared vegetables and organic food for your health. You will have to sign another contract for the endorsement of a healthy and dietary drink. So you have to be in good shape."

I no longer continue to scoop a lot. She was right after all.

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"By the way, when are you coming back to Far Asia?" She's referring to the Airlines where I would return for a flight attendant job.

"In the next two weeks. My letter was just approved." I appealed to go back to work. I didn't resign but I asked them for a vacation. The vacation was approved but my return to work is pending due to many issues and that includes my part- time modeling. They made it an issue even though they had known for a long time that I was a model since I was seventeen. I even mentioned it with them during my interview.

"Okay. Good for you, especially since your daddy died."

I stopped talking and just finished eating.

I offered to do the dishes but she stops me. She said I might ruin my hand's texture.

After she finished tidying up, she took me to an empty room in the living room. That's what her visitor's room, while her room is on the second floor next to her wide terrace.

The room is okay. Paint of white and light purple. Cozy and warm. I could see out of the large window covered by a thin curtain the heavy pouring rain from outside. Maybe the rain is siding with me that's why it is raining tonight.

I fixed myself in the toilet which is near to this room. Washed, brushed teeth, and changed into a night sleeping gown. I took the dress to the bedroom and just hung it on the chair. I felt comfortable in Roa's house. Upon entering the room, and was getting ready for sleep when suddenly the cellphone rang inside the pants I wore earlier.

I was forced to stand up and look at it as it kept vibrating and flashing. It was an unregistered number but the point of those words are all referring to that perv*rt bastard. Mom really gives me some headache with that bastard. 'Keep your door closed or I might sneak on u tonight.'

As soon as I read it, I felt like I wanted to throw away the phone. That d*amn! He's really an a*shole bastard!

Why do I have to lock the doors? I'm sure Roa's security is tight and there were nearby guards when I passed earlier and came down here in the subdivision. And I'm sure the vicinity will be alerted especially the neighbors if I screamed and he breaks in.

He just mocking me making me hallucinated, right now. Screw him!

I just leave the nightlight lamp on from the bedside stand cabinet. I don't want too dark, just little dim light is enough.

I started to fix myself underneath the comforter. I should have adjusted the aircon. I felt cold. But it's fine, the warmth of the comforter gives me comfort. How I wish I can see my dad in my dreams. I missed him a lot.

I didn't realize the corners of my eyes warmth. Whenever I remember my real dad, I always missed him. He was the only one who loved and cared for me. He always shows me affection and how important I am. Unlike mom, she didn't even bother to check me out where I am or how am I doing. She always cares for herself.

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I forcibly closed my eyes before the tears fall streamingly into my cheeks. I hate crying. I wanted to die but I still wanted to fight in this rude world.

Maybe after a few minutes, I might fall into a deep sleep.

I hope to see you in my dreams dad, my real dad...

I don't know how long I am closing my eyes. I just wanted to sleep, when suddenly I felt something is moving around my feet. And felt like someone is standing at the end of my bed.

I did not take a glance. I just remained my eyes closed. I was just pretending to be asleep. After a while, I felt someone pulling down my comforter like I was being undressed.

Emphatically closing my eyes while fisting my hands. I could feel the chill from the aircon, suddenly when the comforter on my body disappeared completely.

I open my eyes in terror and would have screamed when I felt the big hand already covering my mouth. My eyes widened dreadfully as I could see his entire face.

The eyes screaming for something bigger than affection. I can feel the weight of that body from the top of my own body.

"You can hide, but you can't run, Celestine ... Tonight, you're going to be mine!"

His hard voice echoed throughout the room along with his demonic laughter.

I screamed hardly loud. But because his palm was covering my mouth I could hardly even hear my own voice. All I can say is I need help and needed to escape from him.

How to get away from him and asks for some help?

I kicked him with all my strength. He was already sitting on my stomach and continued to laugh. His lecherous eyes are like a devil, reddish and uttering for lasciviousness. I can feel the weight of his stare, scanning my soul. That feeling from his stare is another nightmare, the look from his eyes is like making me choke to death when he's not even touching my neck.

Nothing I could do but to utter a prayer.

Of all people... Just, not him.

Not Ezekiel Bellevera.