Falling Apart

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This is the only chapter that involves a POV from Elias. The chapter starts of with Merliah's POV first. Enjoy :)

Warmth. That is what I feel. Warmth.

Almost like the sun is shining right on me, and the heat radiates through my entire body. I love the sun, the warmth, the hot weather.

But at this moment. The sun is not what I feel. I don't feel sweaty or about to explode from heat. I feel warmth wrapped around me.

Skin touching skin. Comfort and peace in this room. In this moment. My eyes open my the slightest, no daylight bothering my sight.

It is still dark. Leaves from the trees moving as wind blows them outside this cabin. I watch them discreetly. Allowing me to process each and every one of them.

I try to move, to change my position, but am forced to stay down. Not that someone is deliberately trying to keep me in this position. But someone is definitely with me in this moment.

Loud, deep breathes are what I can hear. Cold breathes as well, but their body is warm. I move my eyes, attempting to catch sight of them, but instead I move myself.

Seeing that I am able to get out, moving off of the couch I look back at them. Elias. He is here. With me. But why?

He could have chosen to go to his room and stay there. Why would he come her? He hates me. I hate him.

My tired eyes almost close again, I am so tired, but there is no possible way I could ever go back and sleep there with him.

But knowing that he is here. That he chose to come back... relief fills me. It overpowers me. I breathe out, my anxiety having left me.

I grab a pillow that is on on of the arm chairs and place it on the floor besides the fire. I rest my head on it and fall back into my sleep.

ELIAS WHITELOOK - 2 hours ago.

I open the door, feeling warmth from the house meet my skin. I have been out on my bike the whole day, stopping at a bar to go to the toilet and get a drink before going back on my bike.

Truth is... I can't change weather or not I get married to Merliah, but it felt better to make her think that I could.

It made me feel powerful, unlike her. She's nothing but weakness and a distraction. I don't need that I'm my life.

I'm a dick. I'm not a nice person and I know that. I like to be on top of the game, in control. And if I'm not... then why be alive. I don't get distracted by anything, but I'm afraid that Merliah might have that upper hand on me.

She's different. She doesn't grab for my attention. She doesn't like me. She's everything I love but everything I don't want.

So I left. To get away. Even though I knew it wouldn't be for long... that I'd eventually have to go back. I felt good about myself. To know I'm in control.

I'm a controlling person. Not in the worst way. I just am in some situations. Like if you were to tell me something you thought should be changed in the country, I myself will easily say no and do it my way.

That's the type of controlling person I am. But not only that... I'm controlling in the place I call mine. The bedroom.

When things like that happen. Where I find myself in a bedroom with a girl, I will be in control. I will say what goes on and she will obey.

The bedroom is mine. What happens in the bedroom is mine. Who I'm the bedroom with is mine.

In a way I was pissed because I had to marry Merliah and not someone like Aubrey. She would be more my taste int her bedroom, more knowing full of what she's doing.