The Hug

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


Hug me!

 

“Hug me, don't be scared”, he said.

 

This is one thing he said so many times. He could never get her to hug him. She just stood there conflicted, never meeting his eyes. The eyes say it all.

 

“I do want to hug you. I’ve done it a million times in my thoughts. Just that I can’t do it now. Do people have to hug to prove they’re in love? I love you. Why can’t you see it?”, she was having a conversation with her brain. She remained silent.

 

“What are you scared of? I know my limits. It's just a hug. Don't you trust me enough to hug me?”, he tried to persuade her.

 

He went close to her. She did not move. She could sense him. He had a unique scent that always made her feel at home. He took her hand in his. His hands were cold and soft. 

 

“ I thought his hands were supposed to be warm. That's how it's there in books. Warm hands, warm touch, warm bodies .. ok brain... eww!! Cut it out”, she tried to control her thoughts. She gently squeezed his palm.

 

He put his arms around her barely hugging her. He did not touch her yet. Something like a weird air hug. She was all shy and full of anticipation. “It’s happening!! “. Her brain announced. 

 

One Mississippi. “Put your arms around him. Pull him into a hug. Wait! Where do I put my arms? Shoulders or back or hip? Dang!!! You should concentrate on romance in movies. You don’t even know how to hug? Ok, let’s mimic. If he puts his hand on shoulders, then shoulders. Go with the flow”, Her brain educated her.

 

Two Mississippi. She felt his hand touch her shoulder.

FLASH. The image in her brain changed. There were a lot of people. She held onto the pallu of her aunt’s saree, not wanting to be lost in the crowd. People were pushing her, all eager to get a glimpse of the famous all-powerful deity. 

 

This was a common scene in one of the most famous temples of India. And then she felt a pair of heavy arms on her shoulders. And the arms were not of anyone she knew. She tried to shake it off but the arms didn’t drop. They were there deliberately to inflict pain. And she did feel unbearable pain. She felt suffocated. She screamed and tried to pull away from the hands that caged her in a perverted hug. The exit door was inches away. Her family was rushing towards the door unaware of the plight of the daughter. Thousands of devotees and an all-powerful God didn’t save her. The beast vanished in the crowd. She stepped out of the exit door feeling sick and angry and disgusted.

 

Three Mississippi... FLASH...His hands were on her shoulders. In seconds he would be pulling her into a hug. The suffocation would start. She quickly stepped back in panic. She was all sweaty and shaken. He withdrew his hands, shocked. 

 

“Are you okay baby?”, he asked, worried. She smiled weakly and said “ Not yet, mister! You think you could get a hug that easily? Let's get a coffee. No! How about some ice cream to cool that steam, Mr. hot guy”

 

He smiled shaking his head. “Let's go. You’re not gonna get away with this for long”.

 

“I don't plan to. Someday!”, she winked.

 

“Someday!”


Submitted: December 17, 2020

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AdamCarlton

The scars of childhood trauma not easily erased!

Thu, December 17th, 2020 7:03pm

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