33 - Love me

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Atlas.

Just as I was about to close my eyes, the door opened, making me grunt annoyed. Holy fucking shit, I really never got to be left alone, did I? I clench my jaw, thinking of all the ways Tony was going to mock me cause I lost to a fucking girl.

Not just some girl though.

My girl.

''You always get irritated when you get released?'' Sage's voice makes me look up at her and this time I don't even bother to throw an insult or to stand up. I'm way too exhausted for this shit.

''If you came here to joke about all of this, please just get out,'' I said, breaking eye contact with her. She sighs and kneels down in front of me, giving me a good look at the inside of her dress. It's black and reaches over her knees. Her legs look toned in the long slit that's on the right side of the fabric as her hair falls over her shoulders.

''You always manage to make it about your ego hm?'' she says, sarcastically which makes me chuckle.

''It's the only thing I've got left, isn't it?''

She rolls her eyes and lifts my head, forcing me to look into her eyes.

''I'm letting you go''

That's the only thing she says and even though I care a lot about my ego, her sentence still makes me panic a slight bit. The fuck does she mean with 'letting go'? as in leaving me again, just as she did 7 years ago? Hell no.

''The fuck you're not'' I immediately say which makes her arch an eyebrow.

''Ahw, so you're saying you'd rather stay here in a dungeon? Sure, be my guest'' she says and stands back up but before she's able to turn her back to me, I stop her.

''Woah woah, where did this generosity come from?'' I tease. She just watches me with a bored expression.

''Don't look at me like that. Anyways: I'm not stopping you'' I said as I raised both my wrists which were tangled inside the cold, metal chains.

She sighs and steps forward, unlocking them both.

And I'm finally free.

She releases my ankles as well as I carefully stand up, still feeling that damn shot wound in my stomach. I glance at her and want to walk out of this hell already but Sage has other plans.

She lays her hand on my arm, stopping me from doing what she always does. The warmth of her hand courses through my body and I feel way too vulnerable for this.

I never do. And that's why I can't wait to get out of here.

This entire place has made me feel out of control and I've sworn earlier to myself that no matter where life would lead me to.

I'd always be the one pulling the strings.

''Atlas.. we need to talk about this'' she mumbles, almost like she's afraid to make me angry. Well, that's a first.

''I don't think there's much left to talk about'' I respond, cold. My playfulness is gone and I feel my anger stirring inside of me again.

''Don't do this now. We need to figure things out and we will. Meet me at the playground tonight'' I look down at her and swallow the insults that were about to leave my lips.

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