Chapter 8_ Her Eyes

He glanced briefly at the paper he had drilled holes on with his pencil and thought of how boredom would make him grow older by the day. There was one thing he could do though, one thing he could do for hours without stopping.

Drawing.

He opened the drawer of his drawing desk and brought out another drawing pencil which was still intact unlike the poor one in front of him which had suffered from all the stress of the past weeks that he passed through.

He threw squeezed the paper in front of him and threw it on the floor. There was a new sheet under the old and ruffled one. To be precise, there was a stack of new sheets under the one he threw away.

The only thing that came to his mind at first was the white furry creature he saw. He wanted to sketch out every tiny little detail about it he could remember so, he started. Images of the cat flashed across his mind and he made sure to do justice to the image and was satisfied with the result.

Slowly, he stroked the sheet of paper which had the furry white embedded in it now all over and settled his index finger on its eyes. Its watery eyes with huge yellow pupils and dark vertical irises enchanted him. For some reason, he had given it this color of eyes even though he had not seen its eyes properly before.

What was he doing obsessing over a cat when he had more on his shoulders now?

He sighed and turned to locate his wheelchair. It was about seven steps away from him. Why did Duncan leave it so far away and why did he get him out of his wheelchair when he knew he wouldn't be around to help him out?

LSR had thought Duncan would stay with him till the rest of the day that was why he had allowed him to settle him on his drawing chair.

Now that his wheelchair was away from him and getting to it seemed impossible, he thought Duncan was the most useless being in the world and he couldn't help but curse him silently. " Fool" he muttered silently and was determined to get to his wheelchair regardless.

He dropped himself to the floor, his body making a loud thud. It hurt but he knew he had to be strong now. Slowly, he dragged his body onto the floor and crawled his way to the wheelchair. His hand held his legs as he trudged to the wheelchair which was closer now. He was not aware a drop of tear had dripped from his eyes until it landed on his outstretched hand which he was using to reach out to the wheelchair that was in range now.

He paused, shocked at his painful tears.

Yes it pained him, he was someone who could walk on his two legs before but now, he had to crawl to get to a wheelchair so he could move about. No, he was not even crawling, he was dragging his body on the floor like delayed water flowing into the river.

He limped with his body as his legs lay straight on the floor and with a little more effort, he was able to touch the handle of the wheelchair where he usually place his hand.

" Yes!" he exclaimed joyfully. Again, shocked at his sudden joy.

With his hand that was now on the wheelchair, he pulled it towards himself and after much painful struggle, he finally settled himself on the wheelchair now breathing hard and sweating profusely.

Feeling satisfied even though anyone who was present and looking at him fumbling to get into the wheelchair would probably cry for him or thought his condition was pitiful.

He wheeled himself back to his desk now and took his drawing in his hand. He was going to stare at it a little more and keep it under his pillow.

Why?

He had no idea.

Usually, if a drawing was one he liked, he would only paste it on the wall of his room. Zakariah never liked that but thankfully his overly serious and nonchalant brother never visited his room occasionally so he could do the poor room as he liked. An example was him meeting his room just the way he left it after being at the hospital for weeks.

He was still by his desk when he started hearing a clanking sound coming from the outside. At first, he thought it would stop but it didn't so, he wheeled closer to his window and opened it widely. Thankfully, his window was not too high up for his sitting position. He strained his neck downwards and shot back immediately.

His heartbeat increased at a 120% rate and his eyes remained shone out and transfixed without blinking.

It was her!

He was not expecting to see her outside burnt haven but she was still within the fence. She was outside the building but in its compound watering the small garden they had made the side of burnt haven which was opposite his window. Her white hair, he was seeing it more visibly now. It had a wavy curl and it dropped all the way to her hips. She was slightly bent watering the flowers but when she stretched and stood up straight, he knew immediately Duncan was right.

She was hot..! As hot as the morning sun.

As hot as the sexiest celebrity around.

She had an hourglass shape, her tiny waist made more way for her hips to showcase their fairly round self. Her height was just as right as rain. If he got it right by his analysis from where he was, he thought she was about 5 ft 7 tall.

" Perfect" he whispered calmly to himself.

He placed his hands on the window to gaze down more at her. He wanted to watch her as she carried out her task. After all, he was stranded in this wheelchair and there was nobody waiting for him. He might as well watch the strange beauty water the flowers, it would be entertaining.

Now, he couldn't wait to see the rest of burnt haven's new owners. They seemed more interesting than he presumed.

His curiosity made him forget himself and he lost hold of the paper in his hand. " Shit!" he groaned as the wind blew it away from him and all the way into the walls of burnt haven. It was his new drawing, the one he was obsessed with now and now its gone. LSR wanted to hiss out but he had to gulp down so loud, if anyone was beside him they would hear his spit as it traveled down his throat.

The damn paper landed right in front of the white burnt haven girl and for the first time she stopped what she was doing and gazed up for her eyes to meet his that had been fixed on her for the past few minutes!

"Those eyes.." LSR gasped as he stumbled over and tumbled out of his wheelchair, hurting his injured leg the more. "Ahhh..!" he groaned painfully as the stabbing pain shot through the bones in his leg down to his ankle.

Why did she have the same eyes as the cat in his drawing? The eyes he had imagined and envisioned. He did not see the cat's eyes the other day but when he was drawing now, the eye idea came to him and he simply gave the cat its quality.

Or had he unconsciously seen her eyes when he was outside and that was the reason why he gave it to the cat?

No, that was not it. That's not possible, he had not seen her eyes earlier. She had her side turned to him and he only saw her side view.

He removed his hand from his leg and placed it on his worryingly forehead. " What's going on?" he had to question himself even though he had no answer to provide to himself in return.

He wanted to peep again and see what she was up to now. She must think he was a kind of pervert for peeping on her, he gave her a wrong first impression. Why would he care about that anyway? She was just a stranger, a stranger with white hair and a cat's eyes.

Wait!

He only drew the eyes of a cat, didn't he?

Did women or anyone possesses cat eyes too?

Why did she have dark vertical irises?

Watery eyes?

Yellow pupils?

Why was she so damn different and questionable?

Was she still out there?

He was no longer hearing the sound again, she must have left in anger. Was she going to go report him to one of her... Her.. Only God knows what they all were!

Definitely not family though! Not family!

It would be bad if they thought the boy next door was a pervert who sneaks up and peep on his next door neighbors.

It would be equally bad if he got on the bad side of those men, they looked ruthless. Especially the black one who stared at them so sternly before.

" Arghh, fuck this!" he mumbled his favorite anthem.

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He was thinking of getting back in his wheelchair and taking one more silent and the last look when he heard the noises coming from outside their house and his already fast beating heart beat faster.

Were they here to question him for staring?

But he had not done anything bad, he was only staring out his window. He could only tell them there was no harm in looking out one's window but maybe he was scared because deep down, he knew he was not merely gazing out, he had been watching her.

The creaking sound of the entrance door of their house opening inflated his fear.

Stupid Duncan had left the door opened.