Chapter 57: Conflict

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Despite the heaviness of her lids, Nevaeh struggled to stay awake, not because she was too afraid to slip under the dark blanket of sleep, but because her mind was a tumultuous ground of thoughts. Thoughts of herself, her family, her sister, her fiance, the weird and strange things happening to her, and most importantly, how she was currently enjoying the warmth and comfort that Dale was providing her.

His strong hand wrapped around her waist as he held firmly against his chest, providing her with a sense of security as she laid still under the warmth of his hand. He held her so firmly like that would take away her fear and worries.

Heaven knows how much she wanted to break away from him, but her body seemed to want something entirely different. What had she thought when she agreed for him to hold her.

Dear Lord, something was happening to her since the very moment she walked down the aisle with him. She had not felt the same since she laid eyes on him. And her heart was constantly in a conflict between her want and need. She needed her freedom. She needed to return to the life she knew, but her body desired something else. She desired the man who was currently holding her, even though she feared he might be whatever he claimed he was.

She shut her eyes firmly and heaved a deep breath, but her action made Dale pull her closer, making her stiffen, even though all she wanted was to melt in his embrace.

"I'm sorry." He suddenly whispered into her ears, making her frown. She heard the heavy emotion in his voice, and it unsettled her.

"For what?" She asked without turning around to look at him.

"For being helpless again. I know you're scared to sleep, and I can't do anything about it, and it's my fault for bringing you into all this. I'm sorry." He apologised again. Nevaeh felt a pang in her chest when she heard him apologise like that. She didn't know why, but she felt sad whenever he sounded this way.

Maybe it was indeed his fault that she was being afflicted like this, but she didn't like it when he took the blame. She wasn't the type to apportion blames to people for whatever misfortune she experienced. Blaming people for inevitable mishaps wouldn't change anything but would lead to more pain and resentment.

"You shouldn't blame yourself." She told him. She placed her small hand on his large one that held her. "We'll find a solution to whatever this is." She told him. She didn't even know what was truly happening to her, neither did she know how they were going to fix it, but she wanted to believe that everything would be fine. She still hasn't convinced herself to come to terms with the crazy things Dale wanted her to believe, but she wanted to believe everything would be back to normal. All these things would turn out to be one big bad nightmare, and her life would be whole and peaceful once again.

A few moments of silence reigned between them before they were interrupted by the sound of Nevaeh's growling stomach. She was about to touch her stomach when she felt Dale's hand give her tummy a gentle squeeze.

"You'll fall sick if you don't eat. I'll go bring you some food." He said against her ear. Nevaeh, who was slightly distracted by his warm breath against her ear, still didn't think she was in the mood to eat, but her growling stomach insisted she should. And she knew she had to eat to replenish herself since she was currently lacking sleep. She nodded her head, and he kissed the back of her ear and whispered, "I'll be back with something delicious." He said before rolling out of bed.

Nevaeh watched him as he picked up the tray from before and walked out of the room. Her gaze remained on the door, but her thought remained on him and the way he kept making her feel. There was a warm feeling he ignited inside of her when he was there and a longing feeling when he wasn't. As much as she wanted to push him away and remind herself of who she was to him, she found herself falling and drifting into his embrace and wishing he'd call her by her name.

He was making a space for himself in her heart, as a matter of fact, he has already. She was falling for him, wasn't she?

A weird feeling coursed over her at that scary thought. She couldn't fall for him. She couldn't have feelings for him. He was her sister's man, and she... she had Francis.

She slowly reached for the bedside table and pulled out the drawer where she kept her phone. She hesitantly stared at it before scrolling through and dialling Francis' number.

She had not wanted to call him, because she was sure his number was still unreachable, but she was shocked when the number suddenly started ringing. Her eyes slightly widened as she stared at the phone, her heart slowly picking up its pace as it rang.

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She slowly placed it on her ear as it continued ringing. Would he answer?

Her breath seized when the phone suddenly connected.

"Fran-cis?" She whispered, her voice revealing the nervousness that was slowly engulfing her.

"Francis," She called again when she didn't hear his voice. Her hands holding the phone, suddenly turned sweaty as it struggled to keep the phone in place.

"Francis, if you're there, please say something." Her soft voice pleaded. She couldn't hear his voice, but she could hear the faint sound of his breath. She knew he was there, listening to her.

"I...I'm sorry." She apologised. He was probably disappointed in her and was speechless on what to say to her. She couldn't blame him. She didn't know what she'd say had she been in his shoes. But she wanted him to know this wasn't her choice. She had not chosen to be there, neither did she choose to feel conflicted about her emotions for her sister's husband. Tears pooled in her eyes as she thought about her betrayal. Her feelings had betrayed her and Francis.

"Francis, are you still there? If you are, say please something. Please." She pleaded again as her tears streamed down her cheek.

"I...I'm sorry too, Love." Her heart skipped when she heard his voice, and she instantly sat up.

"It is you." She gasped in relief.

"Yes, it's me."

"Oh my God." Her hand covered her mouth as she tried to hide her sobs. It was indeed him. This was the first time in weeks she had heard his voice. "Where have you been? What happened to your phone? I was scared, Francis. You really scared me."

"I'm sorry." Sorry? Why was he apologising? She was the one to apologise to him. She had left without saying a word to him, and he couldn't see her. She was about to say something when he spoke up. "I miss you, Vaeh. I really do. I don't know what's going to happen here on out, but I'm already lost."

'Lost?'

"Francis." More tears rolled down her cheek.

"A lot is going on out here, and I don't know if I'd survive it without you."

"Are you crying?" She asked. She knew he was, and that broke her heart even more.

"I can't promise you anything for now, but please wait for me, Vaeh. I'll try to fix this. I'll get you back at whatever cost." He assured in a firm tone. She could tell he meant everything he had said, but how was he going to do that? Things weren't as simple as her just leaving anymore.. A part of her now wanted Dale Stuart. So would she be able to leave if she had the means to? What did these feelings even mean?

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