THE FIGHT

Never put a limit on how much you feel and how much you cry, babe.

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CHAPTER XXXV

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“LET ME GO, please,” I begged, trying to control the tears streaming down my face. “Just let me go.”

He faltered for a moment, and soon I felt his hands leave my waist. He turned me around to face him and held onto my arms so I couldn't run again.

“Go to my room and wait for me there. I'll be with you soon.”

I wanted to shake my head and tell him that I wouldn't do that, but why would I willingly argue with him?

Instead I nodded, pretending that I would, but he grabbed my chin and forced me to meet his eyes. “I'm serious. Don't make me come looking for you.”

It only ever took one warning with him. Don't make me more pissed. Don't make me say it a third time. Don't make me come looking for you. And that was all I ever needed.

I nodded my head meekly, letting him lead me out of the underground layer of his and into the garage where I could find my way without getting lost again. I walked back into the house and made my way toward his room like a robot, with no emotion. Maids stopped me to ask me what was wrong and why I had blood on myself, but I ignored them and continued walking.

I didn't let the tears out until the door to Daniel's room was closed behind me. I felt like I had been transported to months ago. To Vincent.

And just when I was finally healing from it as well.

I didn't know what the guy Daniel was torturing had done, but I honestly didn't want to know either. He probably didn't deserve it.

I sat down on the sofa and buried my face in my hands, letting my shoulders heave up and down as the flashbacks of Vincent played in my head. I couldn't remember his face, but that didn't stop them. I still felt like I was there. The same melted man still haunted me.

I heard the door open and close, successfully snapping me out of my nightmares as the sound of footsteps filled the room. I knew it was Daniel, but I still couldn't look up. I was too scared that I would see him soaked with blood.

What if some of the blood on him belonged to him? What if he was shot again? What if he was dying again?

I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting the urge to look up and make sure he was okay because I was too afraid that he wouldn't be.

I yelped out in surprise when I felt cold hands on my knees. Slowly looking up, I let out a relieved breath once I realised that it was just Daniel. And he wasn't bloody. And there was no visible sign of a bullet wound.

“How do I comfort you?” he asked me, making me tilt my head to the side in confusion. “How do I make it go away?”

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to compose myself. If I was going to be dramatic and emotional, then I had to do that somewhere else because Daniel wasn't the man to expect to sympathise with me. He was different to most; he had experienced things that not many people had experienced and because of that, he couldn't feel anything.

He wouldn't feel anything.

“I'm sorry,” I sniffled, standing up and heading towards the door to leave, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to face him. Without thinking, I yanked my wrist from his grasp and took a cautious step back. “It's fine, Daniel. I'll be okay.”

“Should I get Pablo?” he asked, completely disregarding my last comment. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, making to walk away again, but he grabbed my hand again and turned me back. “I'm trying.”

“I don't want you to try!” I suddenly exclaimed, successfully taking him by surprise as a new bout of anger surged through me.

I wasn't angry at him; I was angry at myself. The amounts of questions without answers that were running through my mind was making me frustrated and frustration always led to anger and tears.

“Why are you angry?” he huffed out, turning away from me to show his obvious frustration with the situation as I tried to control my tears.

“I don't know,” I whimpered, making him whip around to look at me with confusion. He let out a groan at my sudden mood swing which only made me want to cry more. “I'm just confused, Daniel. There's so much going on so fast and I have a lot going through my mind and I don't feel like I can talk to anyone about it.”

“Talk to me,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I don't want to talk to you!”

“Why?” he sighed, looking at me with the same brown eyes that could make me melt even when I was freezing cold. “I'm trying to get you to open up to me.”

“You're the last person to talk to me about opening up to anyone. I'm in your bed every second night and I'm still trying to get you to let me in.”

He stared at me, his eyes narrowing in on my small frame as I felt the urge to back up into the door. “Oh, for fuck sakes. Just talk to me like an adult.”

“As if you're an adult,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes as I crossed my arms over my chest. “You're only one year older than me.”

He turned away from me and closed his eyes. “And that seems to make all the difference,” he muttered under his breath.

“Just fuck off, Daniel.”

“You're in my room.” I glared at him, long and hard as if trying to kill him with my eyes alone before turning towards the door to walk out. “I'm trying to make you a woman,” he called out after me, making me whip around with anger.

“What do you mean you're trying to make me a woman? I am a fucking woman!”

“You're acting like a girl. And I don't mess around with girls. So it's either you tell me what the fuck is wrong with you or you get the fuck out of my room.”

A broken whimper escaped my throat before I could cover it up, and I turned away from him to face the door. I really wanted to leave, but I wasn't sure if he wanted me to and I didn't want to look at him.

I heard him sigh behind me, but he said nothing and did nothing. He just let me cry.

“I—”

I didn't get to finish my sentence because the door was suddenly slammed open, leaving me to stare at it in shock as Emma came waltzing in.

Her eyes found mine and narrowed into a heated glare before they snapped over to Daniel who I didn't dare to look at.

“What the fuck do you want?” he asked, sounding genuinely angry for the first time since I had known him.

It was something so new to me and caused a small jolt of fear to zip through my body. And yet another question to add to my list.

If I loved him so much, then why was I scared of him?

“I'm just going to leave,” I said, making my way over to do the door as the siblings had what I assumed was a stare off. I had no idea what Daniel was doing behind me.

“Stay,” they both said at the same time, making me halt in my tracks in the middle of a battle I felt had nothing to do with me.

Boy was I wrong.

“I want her fired.”

There was only one other 'her' in the room and if that wasn't obvious enough, the perfectly manicured finger Emma was pointing in my direction was a dead giveaway. “Get rid of her.”

“And why would I do that?”

“For once, Daniel, instead of asking your stupid questions, just do what I say,” she said, rolling her eyes as if the question her brother had asked wasn't perfectly reasonable in our situation.

“I can't fire her without a proper reason. She's my staff—”

“Cut the bullshit, idiot, you don't need to lie to me.” I whipped around to look at Daniel's reaction to her harsh words, but was met with a stone cold face as she rained insults on him. “I know she's your mistress.”

That sounded so weird and filthy to me. I just wanted to hop into the shower and take a bath to clean all the dirt from my body, but I knew that wouldn't help. Perhaps, it would have soothed my period cramps which were really starting to eat at my insides. Luckily according to my calender, it was the last day and they never tended to last long on the last day.

At least something would be going right for me.

“What does that have to do with me firing her?” he asked, taking a seat in his armchair and looking to her.

“You're shamelessly sleeping with your slut when Celeste is in the next room planning a wedding that you both should be having. That's low, Daniel. Even for you.”

I couldn't help but revert back into myself as she called me a slut again, feeling the tears sting at my eyes. No wonder why I was being such a hormonal bitch; I was on my period.

“First of all, Celeste knows I'm with someone else and she doesn't give a shit. It doesn't matter who that someone is.” The angry look on Emma's face dropped and replaced itself with a confused one. “Second of all, your arranged marriage is the next one so don't make me tell Lucien about your little affair with Pablo.” The colour drained from her face, but Daniel just smirked at her and shrugged. “And last but not least, watch the way you fucking talk about her. To my face, to her face and to anyone else you gossip with. Now, get the fuck out of my room.”

She looked both confused and petrified before the same anger returned to her face as she glared at me. “This isn't over. I'm going to tell Celeste about you.”

“Please don't!” I cried out as Daniel groaned behind us.

“No you're not,” he said lowly, making me turn back to him in confusion at how he was so sure.

“And what makes you think that?”

“Lucien doesn't like Pablo, I don't think,” was all Daniel had to say before Emma's eyes widened in fear. She cast one more glare my way before marching over to the door and slamming it shut behind her.

I turned to Daniel, not really knowing what to say, but he just breezed past me towards his desk instead. He pulled out an unopened pack of cigarettes and took one out, placing it between his lips. He then picked up a lighter that was lying on the desk and lit it, letting out a puff of smoke.

He made his way over to me and, without giving me any time to comprehend what was happening, he grabbed the back of my neck and brought my lips to his, kissing me roughly. Tears slipped down my cheeks as I grabbed his shirt and clung on to any bit of affection I got from him.

Eventually, he pulled away but didn't let go of me. “Talk to me whenever you're ready.”

And before I could even open my eyes, he had stepped away from me and slipped out the balcony door, the only thing letting me know that he was there at all being the fading smell of a lit cigarette.

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Just kill me. Just wrap your hands around my neck and strangle me. I'm done honestly. Just end my life. Please. I'm tired.

Anyway since I was too lazy to add a song, the one I was thinking about for this chapter was that one by eminem and rihanna. Whatchyu call it?

Love the way you lie.

Yeah, that's the name. So you can listen to it if you want or something idk caoi