Lock You In My Heart

"What are you... doing?" muttered Gabrielle in a low voice, summoning all her energy to speak. As Westley carried her into a house she couldn't recognize, she slowly regained her consciousness. She wasn't used to this stuff—Westley carrying her. It was all too unfamiliar for her so she felt scared for a bit.

"Don't feel any regret now, Gabrielle. You begged me to help you," Westley said as he kicked the door open. The house was quiet, as what he expected. Sad and dark, as what he expected. The lights turned on instantly with the sound of his voice. With Gabrielle in his arms, he went upstairs right away and walked towards a bedroom that was newly decorated. There was a mattress that was still covered in plastic; it produced a screeching sound when Westley pinned Gabrielle down on it.

Gabrielle, on the other hand, struggled inside as she recognized her husband. She knew they shouldn't go on with what was about to happen, but she couldn't help caressing the man. She even pressed him harder against her, wrapping him in her arms.

Of course, something happened between them after that. The room was filled with screeching sounds of the mattress, their breaths, and... something else. When everything was over, Gabrielle fell asleep and Westley couldn't help but stare at her serene face. She looked tired but still beautiful. He took a new blanket from the wardrobe to cover her with it. Putting on a robe, he walked out of the balcony where he was welcomed by the night breeze.

Westley was not in the mood to appreciate the city lights in the distance. Too bad because it shone brightly, twinkling like stars across the horizon, and illuminating the darkness of the night. He lit a cigarette as he rested his arms on the railing.

This house, which was called the Half Moon Bay Villa, was bought by Westley five years ago for him and his fiancée Helena.

He could still remember the wide smile on her face when she came with him to pick this one. She liked it very much for its view of the city—the view that he was seeing right at the moment.

However, they never had the chance to move in due to a misfortune that broke Westley. Since the accident that took Helena's life, he rarely came to this house anymore.

Tonight, he only decided to come because it was the closest place to Alorith University he could think of.

He turned around to check on Gabrielle who was still sleeping on the bed. Then he thought of something. He put out the cigarette as he walked inside to call Remy.

"Remy, please come to the Half Moon Bay right now. Something happened to Gabrielle."

"Huh?" Remy said on the other line. "The Half Moon Bay?" He was rather shocked upon knowing where Westley was at the moment.

He knew what Half Moon Bay meant to Westley. He knew he bought the villa for him and Helena, where they could start a family and live a happy life. He knew that place made Westley extremely sad because of the unfortunate thing that happened. Westley had been ignoring it for a long time.

How could he be at Half Moon Bay tonight? And what was more surprising was that, Gabrielle was with him.

'What a big deal!' Remy wondered. 'How did she make Westley take her to the Half Moon Bay?'

"Didn't I make it clear?" asked Westley sarcastically. "We're in the Half Moon Bay. I need you to come here quickly." Westley dropped the call. He went to the wardrobe to find a lady's night robe for Gabrielle.

A few moments later, Remy came over as Westley asked, carrying a medical kit and dozens of questions with him. The first thing he saw was Westley, standing in the middle of the living room in a night robe, looking very gloomy and terrible.

like the devil himself who

you bring her here? You don't let others come here, right?" he asked, trying to push his curiosity aside but

to persuade him in selling it, in case it reminded him of Helena. But Westley just rejected their idea, yelling at them for even suggesting.

expect that the first person he would

I need to explain to you," he said monotonously. His face serious. "She's upstairs. Go and check her." Westley glared at him.

how much he wanted to know the answer, Remy had to devote

there were small cuts on the back of Westley's hands. He thought that although

about it. Check Gabrielle first. Upstairs, please." Westley

broke the glass window of the office earlier. He paid no attention to it before as it didn't really hurt. But now that Remy pointed it out, he started to feel a little pain.

followed Westley to the room, he saw Gabrielle sleeping on the bed. 'The two didn't even remove the plastic covering? What's so urgent? Maybe Westley hurt her accidentally when in

swollen and there's something wrong with the corner of her mouth.

then did Remy saw Gabrielle's face clearly. There were scars on her face that hadn't been completely healed, and

beat her up this time?" Remy asked curiously, his voice sounded worried. "I didn't expect you to have such a strange hobby in bed. Aren't you too cruel?" He pictured scenes of abuse in his mind. He

a wrong decision in

know how to make her better, you can get out now. Maybe make an appointment with a neurologist or ophthalmologist to have your brain

wanted

through gritted teeth, finally telling Remy what really happened. "That old man drugged her and planned to rape her. He hit her hard when she resisted. Gabrielle already looked like that when I brought

that one day, our superior Mr. Westley would be used as the antidote." Remy was bold

used me as

the truth like that? It made him so embarrassed.

is still my wife, Remy. Should I ask another doctor to help her? Treat her right now and do it quickly. Stop thinking about me and whatever

values his face too high will make a rod for his own back. Why can't he just admit that he has fallen for this girl?" Remy muttered to himself as Westley left the room seeming angry. He leaned down on Gabrielle and began checking the wound on her

Gabrielle to have survived that kind of attack.

finish dressing Gabrielle's wounds. When he was done, he packed his things up and went downstairs.

with a glass of red wine in his hand. Perhaps he just finished taking a shower in the bathroom downstairs. He stared at the swing in

big beautiful greenhouse in the yard made out of glass. It was a shame that it

white shelves which was left uncultivated for the same reason.

the house,

could've been really beautiful, but it looks so empty now," Remy said in a soft serious tone