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18 - Tears

VALENTINA'S POV

I gasped, pulling myself up into a sitting position as I looked around the room frantically. Clutching my chest, I could feel my heart pumping rapidly, and when I looked behind me, I saw that my heart rate was beating 152 per minute and it felt as if all of my senses were advanced.

My eyes were sharp and zoomed to places all around the room, everything being more defined than before, and my peripheral vision went near the back of my head.

The guards outside- I could hear their breathing, and people walking past them and their footsteps, even further than that if I could listen hard enough, and to make it worse everything I touched was like a different texture as if it was my first time I've ever done something like this.

What did they do to me?

My whole body felt so strange. It was tingling all over but mostly my back hurt like hell.

I tried to get up and off the bed but was stopped by the same wires that I ripped off before, restraining and holding me to the bed yet again.

Groaning, I laid back down, only to shoot back up with strong pain in my back. It felt like thorns were trying to stick through my skin, and they only pushed back further as I sat down.

What did he do to me?

All I could do was sit there helpless, not knowing what to do next. I didn't have the motivation to run away anymore, I've tried and failed twice. Only to fall back in his clutches again, worse than before.

With all these thoughts in my head, they all came to a stop as my ears picked up the sound of someone stopping at my door. The footsteps seem familiar, but how did I know that? The person that was now talking to the guards, I feel like I could see the tenseness of the mystery person. After a minute the door came open and I felt the tears well up in my eyes.

"What did he do to me, Xavier?" I question so quietly that I thought he didn't hear me for a second, except he lowered his head in regret as the brunette took a seat on the chair next to my bed.

"You've been out for four days," he mumbled, still not answering my question.

"Answer the question. Xavier." I demand, my jaw tensed in overwhelming anger.

All he did was stay quiet, aggravating me more. He had to give me an answer. I refused to ask Francis.

"What did he do to me!" I screamed, my patience wearing thin. The tears I had tried to hold back poured down my face. I held my face in my hands, making me fret even more from the new feeling.

Thankfully he finally, looked up at me, eyes void of emotion.

"He made you like himself."

I was stunned but more pissed, to say the least.
That bastard made me like him?
I couldn't leave?

So, he could torture me?

As if that was going to stop me!

Although rout the inside of me was running on anger, the outside of me was frozen, my fists and jaw clenched. My eyes widened, back hunched with the pain, he did this. Xavier was now standing up, looking down at me with sorrow.

"Valentina.." he sighed and tried to reach over to me to pat me on the shoulder, but before he had the chance I looked at him with a scrunched-up glare and he backed away.

"Get out," I demand, feeling more unshed tears welling up again and I saw him look back at me in shock but didn't move.

"What?" I spit. "Did you not hear me? I said get out!" I end with a scream, feeling my blood boil with anger. How dare he do this to me? Why couldn't he just kill me instead? Do all of this some sort of torture? I grab my head in pain as the white noise in my ear returns and from the side of my eye, I see Xavier approaching me but I yell before he can touch me.