Hayden's POV

"Troyan" I whispered. My face paled and my eyes widen to the sight in front of me. How can this be possible  when I killed him with my own hands? Troyan had no pulse, not a single breath of air left of him. Yet, here he is standing right before me.

Everything seemed to come crashing down around me.

"Hayden, do you know Troayn?" The lady I call my birth mother asked me. It seemed that all the air that was left inside of me all washed away. I gasped for air, trying to to breathe as my chest began to tighten.

I felt Travis's arms wrap around me even tighter as he called my name. Everyone rushed around me, concerned and confused about what is going on. I kept my eyes on Troyan who still was standing at the door frame with a huge smile plastered on his face. It was like he knew what he was doing to me. He knew that I was going to be here.

"Breathe Hayden, breathe." Travis demanded. I felt his hands grip onto my face, making me look over at him. He mouthed, 'breathe' as he tried to get me to calm down from my panic attack.

My breathing finally seemed to come back and I was able to catch my breath.

"Are you alright?" His voice was like death to my ears. I squeezed my eyes together, shaking my head. I gripped onto my ears and fell to the floor.

"This isn't real." I whispered over and over to myself.

"Hayden, stop it!" Travis shouted at me in his dominant tone, making me look up at him. He looked me in the eyes, wondering what was going on with me.

"What is it?" He whispered to me.

I gulped and shook my head.

"It's nothing, I just had a moment." I lied and stood up on my feet with all the strength that I had.

"Are you ok?" Smith asked me. I looked over at him and nodded, giving a fake smile.

"I'm ok, I just got overwhelmed." I lied once again and sat down at the table, shoving a piece of toast into my mouth as I tried to ignore eye contact.

Everyone finally sat at the table except for the guy I call my birth father and Troyan. I assumed they went into the office so they can have some privacy. I wouldn't doubt that he told Troyan that I was going to be here. He probably knows everything that ever happened to me.

"Let's go upstairs," Travis demanded and grabbed onto my hand. I nodded and stood up on my feet and let myself be dragged up the stairs by Travis. I couldn't help but look at the closed office door as we walked by.

The devil is just behind those doors and there is no way of killing him.

I was pushed into the room, making me gasp in shock. I turned and faced Travis who slammed the door and locked it, looking directly at me with a death glare.

I gulped and looked down at the ground, hugging myself.

"Look at me, pet." Travis demanded. I hesitantly looked up at him and met his gaze. I watched as he walked over to me, not breaking eye contact.

"Why must you lie to me after I told you not to over and over again?" He asked. I couldn't help but feel nothing but regret. I know I shouldn't have lied to him, but I had to. If Travis knew that Troyan was here, there would be a war just outside of this door. I can't risk loosing Travis. He is all I got... He is everything to me...

"I don't know what you are talking about sir. I just had one of those moments where I got overwhelmed." I implied but he was not buying it what so ever. He gripped onto my shoulders, looking me directly in the eyes.

"If you do not tell me the truth, you will be punished." He told me. I gulped and shook my head.

"Master, I am telling you the truth." He clenched his jaw and backed away, turning around and running his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"I know you are not telling the truth, Hay." He said and turned to face me once again. My stomach turned, knowing that he used my name. I know he is upset with me but I can not let him know that Troyan is here.

"Travis, I am telling you the truth! God you wonder why I have panic attacks like that? It's because of you!" I shouted, instantly feeling regret.

Travis looked at me in anger but mostly hurt.

He shook his head and said, "I honestly don't know who you are anymore." He turned and opened the door, walking out of the room.

"Travis!" I shouted and ran after him.

"I need some air." He told me and walked away. Tears filled my eyes, wishing that I took back what I said.

I can't believe that I said that to him. I shouldn't have done that. But I needed him to believe me.

"Trouble in paradise, I see." The voice of the devil spoke. I gulped and turned around, looking him directly in the eyes.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, backing away.

He smirked and walked closer, pinning me against the wall.

"You think you can get rid of me that easy? I own you Hayden. I thought you would understand that after everything I done to you." He told me as he dug his way into my soul.

"No one owns me!" I spat in his face. Anger filled his eyes, making me scared for life.

"It's funny that you think that everything I done to you was out of joy. I hated doing those things to you, but it was the only way for you to listen. Don't you understand that I love you, Hayden? I would do anything for you. I would fight for you." He implied.

I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips. "Love? You call that love, Troyan? That is called abuse, not love. I do not love you." I admit, I did once love Troyan when I was young and vulnerable. But those days are way gone from here. I have nothing but hate towards him.

Troyan smirked and leaned down so his mouth was right at my ear. His breath sent shivers of disgust down my spine.

"Mark my words, Hayden. I will get you back. Even if it take killing others to get you." He whispered and walked away, leaving me with what he said running through my head.

I just walked into hell...