Traitor [[ON HOLD]]

Kefálaio Ennéa - 9

[[WARNING]]:: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A SHIT LOAD OF SPELLING AND GRAMMAR MISTAKES.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

| Alice's POV|

I don't know how many times I blink. Ten times? Twenty times? I didn't care. I was more focused on the words that came from Alek's mouth.

I didn't say anything. I couldn't. My mind was slowly processing what he had said. I could almost hear the gears of my brain, trying to decode what he said.

"I beg your pardon?" I asked. I gawked at Alek as I saw him twitching and squirming. His eyes glared at the ground, and he had such a guilty and pained expression on his face.

He takes a deep breathe and looks up at me, his eyes so sincere as if he made a decision. "Alice, I don't want you to be my girlfriend."

I nodded not processing anything he said at all. After noticing that yet again I have not understood what he said, I shook my head. "I'm sorry what?"

Alek shook his head lightly, biting his lip and lowering his gaze. "Stop making this hard," he mumbled so low that if I was completely human, I wouldn't have heard.

It was finally when I snapped. Reality soon hit me with a brick, and I finally understood what he was trying to say. Soon, jealousy filled my body. Was it another girl?

"Who is it?" I hissed. My thoughts flew to the harpy a few hours ago. My fists shook with anger as I pictured the fucking bird with him.

Alek took taken aback from the question. "What? No Alice! It's no one, I thought you would have understand by now."

"I do understand. Well I did. Now I'm completely and utterly lost."

He took my hand and his eyes begged for understanding. I, on the other, felt sick, sick to the core.

"Alice, I-" he stopped abruptly and swallowed. "I just need time. Please, do it for me."

I could almost hear my heart being shattered into million pieces. The familiar feeling was coming back, only a hundred times worse. For a moment, I tried to figure when was the last time I felt like this. The feeling almost broke me physically. Like if there was an empty void in my chest. The feeling that something was stuck in my throat, making it hard to breathe.

At last, I remembered. The images of the fire in the villa we temporarily lived in flashed through my mind. I wrapped my arms around my knees, like I always do when I couldn't bare it anymore. I shook my head violently, trying to erase the memories away, but it was no use. They kept darting by; my dad killing my mother, me killing my sister, Bramble despising me.

I felt my heart pounding faster, my chest hurting at every breathe I took. I knew I was beginning to hyperventilate, and I felt really nauseous. A headache soon began to initiate, and immediately I felt dizzy.