Bound To You

Chapter 10 - The Girl In The Mirror.

                                                  CHAPTER 10 - THE GIRL IN THE MIRROR.

The girl in the mirror looked unfamiliar to me. I couldn't regonize her. She looked depressed and broken. Her dull eyes were starring back at me; shining with unshed tears. Her nose was red and the dark circles underneath her eyes were proves that she hadn't been sleeping for days.

The girl in the mirror was clutching her chest like she was in pain. Her skin was pale but her knuckles were bruised and bloody from repeatedly punching the wall.

The girl in the mirror was letting her anger get the best of her. She was letting the sorrow ruin her from within. It was swimming through her body, creating an endless amount of roaring thunder inside of her.

The girl in the mirror looked straight back at me and I had to take several deep breaths to remind myself that this girl was me.

She didn't care about anything in her surroundings.

I didn't care about anything in my surroundings.

Roman had carried me to bed that after the big news. I hadn't uttered a word to him since. I hadn't spoken to anyone since. It had been five days.

Roman hadn't stopped checking up on me even though I was pretty sure that he had given up on me replying to his questions. He was not the Roman I had seen the last month.

Now, he was being kind-hearted and caring. He would come into my room once every hour to see how I was doing.

He was concerned about me; I could tell. I wasn't eating anything. I was only drinking a mouthful of water whenever my mouth got too dry.

Caleb on the other hand, was a complete no show. I was glad about the fact that he hadn't showed his face in my room. I wanted to separate his skull from the rest of his body and throw him in the lake, where no one would be able to find him.

I could hear him occasionally walking through the hallway, discussing business with Roman. Whenever I heard his voice, my blood boiled and I felt sick.

The guy was a sick man; a man with a twisted mind and the amazing talent to manipulate everyone he met on his way.

Exactly like Roman.

A silent knock on the door kept me from ripping Caleb's head off in my imagination. I glanced at the clock. Once every hour.

“Are you awake?” the familiar rough voice asked.

I stayed silent.

“I have some food for you, love. I asked the cooks to make pasta for you.”

Cute, I thought.

I watched carefully as Roman made his way into my room and placed the plates on my desk. I was still standing in front of my full-size mirror, not caring about the fact that the only thing I was wearing was a worn out T-shirt that I had been wearing for the last five days.

I was numb. I was emotionless. I felt the urge to cry at the thought of what this man in front of me had done to my family.

My eyes stung but I held it back. I wasn't going to let him get the satisfaction of seeing me cry. He wasn't worthy of my tears; something I should have told myself a long time ago.

I shivered as a cold wind from the open window whirled around in the room.

“You should get back to bed. You're going to catch a cold if you don't cover yourself up.”