Fallen. // 𝑚𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 18+

« CHAPTER SEVENTEEN »

« TW WARNINGS » ( for this chapter )
• mature content ;)
• swearing
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"He hurt, you and I kill everyone who hurts you" he says with a soft look

I was too exhausted to respond as his fingers wiped away my tears I could feel my own saliva still being on them but the leaking blood managed to stop

His fingers looked terrible

But I bet he did it because I looked worse

I wasn't lying

I hated him, at some point I did

But the explanation of him doing his actions caught me of guard

Rumors were told about him that he did everything for power and to be feared

A sense of me feared him yes, a sense of me still does

But I wasn't a vulnerable girl, and I'd never be

Not until the last moment my breath would hitch in my throat and die within it

I needed warmt around me

I could feel the goosebumps everywhere

His arms keeping my safe in his lap

I was trying to stop my eyes from shutting down but it didn't work

« RHYDIAN »

I look at her eyes closing and her breathing becoming stable

I didn't mind being a bad guy in a story, but hers?

For once I didn't feel like being the bad guy

She was scared and I couldn't stop myself from not thinking if she was scared of me

I wanted her to feel safe around me

Was that so impossible?

Maybe I brought it upon myself, a lot of people feared me

I slowly put her in the covers

I see as she grabs my leg her fingers around my thigh cuddling up against it

I braid her hair and slowly try to get her fingers off of my thigh

Her arms immediately fly to the pillow looking for something else to grab onto

As silent a possible I leave the room and go downstairs

I see my mother sitting at the table

She was thinking deeply like always I could see it in her eyes, the same look I'd recognize from my brother

"Mother" I let out as I sit next to her

"Did you hear of the ball tomorrow?" My mothers soft gentle voice was certainly implying something

"The winter ball?" I let out a shrug

"Your dad and I always took you with us" I look at my mother smiling at the memory

"With who should I even go?" I look at my mother confused

"You have a beautiful woman right upstairs" my mother answers

"I killed her father and she just got shot, she needs to rest" I answer sternly making my mother raise a brow

"That's a pity, I think she'd love to get out of this house" my mother says in a playful tone