Tyrant Eliza Chapter 5

5- The Night II

“Ah, sorry about that, kinda dozed off during the ride.” I scratched the back of my head while trying my very best to fake a smile. Eliza pouted. She reached for her pocket and took out some cold hard cash, stretched her arm out past the driver’s seat and called out for the cabdriver to accept the change with utter blissfulness. His eyesight remained fixated on the fuel gauge, wondering if he’ll make it back home. I was in a state of displeasure.

“Just leave the change and let’s get outta here.” Eliza obeyed my orders and left the $10 banknote on the backseat before reaching for the door handle. The handle was a naughty one; it refused to give way to Eliza’s pull. My dissatisfaction grew stronger as I nearly broke the door handle on my left side, but at least the door opened. I hurried myself and Eliza out of the apparently unmaintained taxi, and breathed a sigh of relief. I turned my head towards her and took my pleasant time to appreciate her beauty; her uniquely wavy dark hair flowing freely in sync with the moving wind, unrestricted by bands and pins. I was glad she wasn’t the witch in my dreams anymore, but the real, tangible, human Eliza, with cyan eyes and not red ones. I wrapped my fingers around hers, as I delivered a light kiss to her slightly chubby cheeks. As we walked towards the Italian restaurant located two blocks ahead, I became annoyed by the constant screaming and swearing of the cabdriver who seemingly had a hangover. Without looking back, I raised my hand up and showed him the finger, and I felt much better.

As we were taking our rather sweet time journeying to our destination, I noticed a couple dozen of eyes staring at us; it seemed that they had their eyelids chopped off, because I’d never seen eyes opened that big before, even in my dreams. I mean, what’s wrong holding hands with my own life partner? It’s not like we were doing it in the middle of the streets. They must be jealous people, jealous of the absolute attractiveness of my dear future wife. I smirked in satisfaction.

“It’s gorgeous!” My dear Eliza has spoken. Right where we were standing was a long red carpet spanning until the interior of the exquisite dining area. The flashing multicoloured signboard which proudly presented “Allisco Cuisine” was admittedly weird, but I pushed that miniscule matter aside. Just as my darling had urged me to stop appreciating inanimate objects and instead devour some Italian food, a medium-sized man came and stood right in front of me, his face spelled out shock. He looked up to my disappointed face from every angle conceivable, before somehow deciding that I was an idiot, by the looks of his wrinkled face.

“Young man, what are you doing here?” His words aged my young eyebrows. I was about to just smack him to oblivion, but Eliza stopped me before I kill another innocent person. But my fury burst into flames as the old dude continued harassing me.

“You are a sick young man!”

“You, young sir, should not enter this place. Neither should anybody!”

“You belong to a hospital, young man!”

“Will you get the hell out of here?” I had enough, as I tried to move forward to punish that fool before getting restrained by someone. That person wrapped me from behind, but it was far from a hug, the person executed it with a little too much force.

“Mom?”