##Chapter 4 My Dream

I knew what would happen if I got dragged in.

I knew I must stay calm when I was in danger. The man relaxed when he

saw me stop struggling. But the next moment, I bit his hand so hard.

"Ouch! You bitch!" The man cried out in pain, cursing. That

voice was absolutely strange to me.

There was only one thought in my mind, "Run."

I dashed forward with all my strength. I wanted to get rid of him before

he reacted. However, I was in high heels. There was no street light on this

road, and I fell on the roadside. My ankle acutely hurt, but I had no time to

check it. I got up from the ground and ran.

The man was almost there. Luckily, a cab drove from behind. I hobbled

over and stopped the cab.

"Damn it!" The driver cursed. He was probably scared to death

by my lunatic behavior.

The driver was a nice old man. After he saw my panic look, he realized

what might have happened to me, and then, he softened his tone.

"Kid, don't be afraid. You are safe now. When you feel better, you

can tell me where to go."

After a while, I told him my address, and then, I collapsed in the back

seat.

The cab stopped downstairs. I thanked the old man and got out of the

car. Still, in shock from what had happened, I took a few deep breaths before

going upstairs.

It really scared me, so I took the next day off. William would wait for

me every day. After a small chat, I urged him to go to bed. I looked at myself

in the mirror. My eyes were totally blank. I was too tired and I washed my face

and fell into bed.

I smelt the unique fragrance in the room with my eyes shut. It helped

calm the nerves and relieve fatigue. Those fragrances were all made by myself.

I was born sensitive to smells. When I was in senior high school, there

were some rich kids in my class. I could identify their perfume every time I

walked by them. Sometimes, I even followed them to find out the perfume brand.

They regarded me as a freak, but I didn't really care.

I didn't remember their names and even their faces blurred to me now,

however, I could remember their smells.

The only one that impressed me was a boy two years older than me 'cause

he also liked the deployment of perfumes. At that time, I always felt that I

was different from others, and I didn't belong to the same world because of my

family. I attended class alone, ate alone, and went home alone. I was always

accompanied by my shadow.

So I still recalled that in a puzzle. How could I talk to a strange

senior happily and even blend perfumes with him?

After that, a girl who had a crush on the boy in my class saw us talking

about perfumes. The next day, the whole class knew that a poor girl tried to

seduce a rich boy. That was when I knew his family was rich.

My classmates made fun of me and my naive dream. I talked back bravely

at that time. However, I probably should join them now. They were right. I was

naive.

I avoided meeting with the boy after that. I wanted no more trouble

because of him.

Later on, I dropped out of school and started to work. The day I left

school, I dreamed of a picture. It was a normal company, and there were all

kinds of spices on the table. It was a sweet dream.

My room was decorated very clean. There was only a bed, a chair, a

dressing table, and a cabinet full of perfumes.

I fantasized about working hard, earning enough money, and going to

college. After graduation, I would work as a researcher in a small business,

concentrating on blending perfumes. Unfortunately, it was just fantasy. The

only thing that comforted me was that William went to college. And I didn't

give up my dream.

I spent time blending spices every day, trying to find more flavor and

function. The perfume to me was a miracle. It could eliminate odor, calm the

mind, attract the opposite sex, and even change the mood.

I woke up early in the morning. The rays of sunshine spread on the bed

through the window. The smell in my room made me feel soothed. It was Saturday,

and William didn't have any class.

"Sis, breakfast is almost done."

"I'm coming."

I sat up in a daze. "Ouch..." The soreness and pain

overwhelmed me. I almost fell back into my bed.

I used all my strength against Leopard the day before. Muscle soreness

seemed right to me. I then entered the bathroom. My face in the mirror was pale

because of my late nights.

I washed my face and regained some energy. Seeing William was busy with

the breakfast, I felt warm in my heart.

We rented this apartment with good rent. The money I made could easily

afford the rent and living costs. It was a pretty good life, but I still had

one more dream, the deployment of perfumes.

"What's on your mind?" I was interrupted by William. I looked

at him seriously and suggested.

"Will, what do you think if we run a flower shop? I can do my

perfume research that way."

William couldn't do heavy work out of the sequela and he complained a

lot about that. A flower shop might help him feel better. At least, he wouldn't

consider himself a freeloader.

William thought about it and nodded, "Good idea. I can help you

with the shop."

"You're so cute. Listen, I'm happy as long as you are by my side,

okay?"

"I know. By the way, what happened to you yesterday? I was worried

before you got back. Something happened to you, right?" That was not a

questioning tone.

William and I were related by blood. He would have a hunch about things

that happened to me. But I really didn't want him to worry about me. I wanted

him to have a normal life.

After some thoughts, I lied, "I met a robbery. Luckily, I was quick

on my feet."

William furrowed after hearing my words. He came up to me right away and

checked my wound. I sprained my ankle yesterday, and it hurt badly.

He fetched medicine and started to massage my ankle. I was gratified to

see him caring about me.

"You stay at home for the rest. I will view the stores today."

I smiled and said, "It's okay. I just sprained my ankle. It's no

big deal. I finally had a day off. I want to go with you."

"Fine. We'll go together." William couldn't stand my sad face.

After breakfast, we came back to the room to get dressed.

Upon opening the wardrobe, I was disappointed. The clothes were neatly

arranged, but no one was decent enough. They were all cheap goods and at least

three years old.

Finally, I picked up a red and white spotted dress. The chiffon was

almost threadbare. I looked in the mirror and sighed.

"Carol, are you ready? We're leaving," William urged.

I tidied my dress and went downstairs.

William was in a white T-shirt and black jeans which almost washed to

white. But he never cared about that. I smiled at him, but soreness spread in

my heart.

"Don't dawdle. Let's go," William said and then took me out.

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