POV: ASHLEIGH
I needed some hope. Something.
Anything.
Maybe this isn't what I think it is.... Maybe just maybe it's turd's duplicate that I saw back there.... I think I should call him and investigate this. Right.... When did I become so uncertain?
I was ready. I was ready, to not just win the stupid bet, but also give Damian some leeway into my heart. For the first time I felt somewhere, that maybe.....
And then the bàstard had to gather all my thoughts and goodwill, wear some boots and stomp all over them. Easy for him right?
The worst part of it was not that he'd cleverly omitted telling me about himself. The worst part was that it hurt. It hurt so bad. Like he'd used those boots to stomp over my heart too.
I stood up, strengthening my resolve to leave everything behind. To leave him behind.
I looked up to the sky reining in my tears and noticed the dark, grey clouds blending into the night sky. Even nature had the gall to be ominous.
I watched with dread as a tiny sprinkle of rain made it's way down my cheek, occupying the place my tears had created.
I heard soft footfalls behind me. I was still facing the shed.
I could recognise his dominating, lying presence anywhere.
"Leigh." He breathed out, trying to catch his breath. I closed my eyes as I let his voice wash over me. It'll be the last time, I vowed. This will end here and now. Esthe can go rain on my parade for all I care!
"I... I-I. Fück. Turn around!" He said from behind me. I wasn't his rag doll. And I never will be. Small embers of anger ignited at the pit of my stomach. What I didn't get was ... Why am I letting him affect me at all.
"I need you to look at me. I need you to look at my eyes when I tell you why." He pleaded. "Please, Leigh. Just let me... Let me. Give me a chance? For once....P-please" He asked. The embers were now flames. Dark, raging flames.
I clenched my hands into tight fists.
"What did I do? What did I do to make you this angry? This..."
He couldn't say anything more, because I turned around, my face potraying a picture of unadulterated fury.
"What did you do?" I whispered. "What did you do?" An octave higher. I chuckled humorlessly.
"What did you do?! You're the one asking???" I yelled at his face.
"You fùcking took my heart in your fist and held it so tight that it stopped beating! You betrayed me! You broke my damn trust! And you ask me 'Oh- holy- hell! What did I do?' "
His face crumpled into an expression of utter defeat.
"Let me explain to you..." He began.
"No! No. YOU fùcking listen to me, you rotten bàstard! I believed you. I believed you when you said that you like me. That you wanted me to be your girlfriend." I yelled. "Two weeks. Two weeks and you 'Forgot' to tell me, you were the Wells' heir? You knew my dad. You knew who I was. You knew everything that was necessary. And you couldn't bother to tell me who your parents were?! Oh wait, do you like have these fake surnames or names to get to different girls... Are you into the multi dating thing? Or is it...." I was stopped midway as he yelled.
"God no!! Why does it fùcking matter! Will you see me in a different light? Will you like me more if I told you I was brought up in more money than I could ever need?" He said, his anger seeping through.
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