Tabaahi

Part 22- Love

Disclaimer❗️: this book contains mature content, my past books did not have such content therefore I'm making this announcement for the readers that are here since the beginning and for the ones not comfortable with such things. Please skip as you please. Thank you, enjoy 😉

Athena's POV.

I left because I already know how things will go. My dad will keep on declining and he will keep on showing up again and again.

I can't handle this. My heart can't handle this.

I'm exhausted. It's just the beginning and I was ready to fight for us but it's seems so hard. The idea of having to loose either my family or my love breaks me. Because I want both.

Knowing that I can't have them together and I have to choose...makes me sick. At this rate, I feel like I'll die of heartbreak.

I drove to the office. The office I'm leaving soon. I refuse to keep on depending on my dad. I will show him I can provide for myself.

I closed the door behind and sat on the couch beginning to cry. All the pressure and anxiety I have these days is getting suffocating.

How long is it going to take me to get over him this time? How long is it going to take before I run back to him?

I accused him and I was so mad at him. I thought he gave up on me. And, I hate this. A selfish side of me was hoping that even if I gave up he wouldn't.

I panicked and I believed he was gone for good.  Even if Olivia reassured me, I was still letting my thoughts control me.

I was harsh with him, he must hate me.

I was crying really hard to the point that I did not hear Arman coming in my office.

"Are you...okay?" He suddenly spoke as I hided my face not wanting him to see how big of a mess I was.

"Why are you here? My dad told you to check up on me once again?" I asked upset about the fact that he works for my dad.

I always knew he did. I just ignored it because I needed a friend and he is a good one. Even if he tells everything about me to my dad.

"I'm really sorry about everything that is happening. I wish I could do something but...I really can't. I wish I could help you escape or run away to some place no one knows about. I am a hostage to the people that feed me unfortunately. I'm sorry." I got up and faced him.

Completely forgetting about how bad I looked, I wanted to understand what he had just told me.

"You're what? Arman...I don't hate you. Because I know you're a good person and you would never hurt me but...you never once told me about your past or your personal life. All I know is that my dad hired you. Whatever you're saying right now is putting me on suspense and confusion. What are you talking about?" I was being completely honest and real with him.

"The truth is that I hate myself. I hate me because I could never do anything on my own. I hate me because I will be serving people my whole life. I hate me because I can't stand up for myself nor can I do it for you. I hate me because...I like you and I can't even do anything about it." he confessed.

I stopped moving. I was stuck on the three words he just said to me. He...likes me?

I never felt anything romantic towards him. To me, he was just a really good friend. Almost like a brother.

"You can't be serious right now" I took a step back in shock.

"I've never been more serious in my life than I am right now. You make me want to give up on everything that I have. I am ready to do anything just to see you smile. I know it might be weird since...you might not feel the same but I really do like you." Oh my Allah.