Dead Heart [2]

Chapter 15

I frowned into my sleep as I felt something soft on my bare foot, tickling me. A giggle escaped my mouth involuntarily and I pulled my leg away. 

... again, that thing.

I groaned and opened my eyes, frustrated as hell. I abruptly pulled myself into a sitting position and looked at the chocolate brown locks which looked black in the... night?

My eyes widened even more as I looked sideways to find white lights glowing but the crowd was not much. I held my breathe and looked downwards to see a man, sleeping.

His head was rested against my feet as his silky hairs continued to brush my skin, making me squirm. I smiled bitterly and looked away from him, he was no man but a fireball who only knew how to hurt others.

"Bloody hell,"

I cursed as I pulled away my leg completely before getting up from the small bed like sofa. This disturbed Theodore who was sleeping calmly. His eyes snapped open as he looked upwards, alerted.

I curbed the urge to roll my eyes at him and looked away from his disheveled form. He had the same attire but his shirt was no longer tucked and his hairs were messy... but he still looked sexy.

Urrgh, shut up!

'...whoring around'

His words repeated in my mind again and again as I looked at his face.

"Caitlyn," He spoke, getting up from the sand.

I stepped backwards as he stalked towards me. I raised my palm to stop and this time.. he really stopped.

He sighed heavily before rubbing his face and staring back at me.

"I–I... just have a talk?" He muttered, raising his eyebrow unsurely. This was not very like him.

He was the one to order around, not the one to offer or ask. I snorted, rolling my eyes.

"Who are you trying to fool, Theodore? Me or yourself?" I laughed bitterly, my muscles turning tight with hatred towards this man.

"Cai—"

"Oh wait! You want to say that you are sorry, right? But before you waste your precious words over a whore like me, let me tell you one thing straight, sir." I bellowed sharply, looking straight into his dark, grey orbs which always looked very light to me.

He pressed his lip in a thin line and stared back, his eyes void of every emotions now. I gulped audibly, wetting my parched throat.

"I. Am. Not gonna live with a man like you. An abuser who knows absolutely nothing besides hurting others. That is what you are capable of. You are good for nothing and I really wish I would have never met you. Oh fuck about you, I pray that I would have never even heard about your fucking existence." I hissed, gritting my teeth.

I could feel the throbbing of the pulse in my neck and my heartbeat was high too. I turned my face away from him as I felt a liquid sliding down through my eyes to the side of my nose and to my cheek, glistening under the dark night on my jaw.

My jaw clenched tightly as I looked at the high tides which were not so high. They were a perfect example of my life. Sometimes low and sometimes high but never respected for their efforts. These waves offer foreigners a good view, beautiful environment and romantic aura, and in reward what do we humans do?

Point out two three drawbacks and bitch about it.

Same case was mine.

I was doing everything that I could to make this relationship work even after he left me like a coward. But what did he do? Called me a whore!