His Rejection Killed (ON HOLD)

Chapter Four.

sorry for the long wait. I was really busy and I appreciate all my fans. Thanks for the love guys 😘
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okay guys so i started Antonio's POV but didn't like it so i deleted it and started all over again...

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Pain.

I knew pain. Pain was losing my father before I even knew him, it was never living my life, pain was losing my mother; but most of all pain was suffering. And I was suffering, I wanted it to end. Maybe it was sadistic to enjoy the thought of death; but as I took that one step that would end everything, I found myself smiling.

"Esther!" Antonio's voice echoed. He called out to me, but I was already gone. Who was Esther? All I knew was that I was no longer that girl; all I was, was a broken girl. Inside and out; to far gone to be saved.

Or so I thought.

When I was little I had planned my big day. My white dress, my calla lilies, the song that they would play. No, I didn't plan my wedding; I planned my funeral. The one thing my mother taught me was that we all die; that life wasn't a fairy tail, there was no Prince Charming, and I was certainly not a princess. But like the naive little girl I was, I held on to the thought I'd meet my one and true love. And now that I have, he doesn't want me. Maybe that's not what hurts the most; what hurts the most is that my mother was right. I was no princess, there is no Prince Charming, and this is diffidently not a fairy tail.

I waited for the impact, I was ready for that pain; I welcomed that pain. But what I felt wasn't pain, it was much worse. It was the tight grip of Antonio's hand that had reached out for my left arm almost ripping it from the socket. I couldn't bring myself to even look at him, I didn't want him to see my disappointment, my sorrow, and even that stupid part me that loved this stranger.

"Look at me." he roared. What he couldn't understand is that I couldn't. Not only was I overwhelmed with depression; I was pissed. At the fact that I lived my whole life without knowing love, and now I needed it. How could I need something I never even knew?

He pulled me off the edge of the cliff and dragged me as far away as he could. Crouching down he lifting my chin so I could meet his cold eyes. He didn't feel my pain, he didn't feel anything. What did I expect? Antonio after all is a man of no emotion.

Why did he save me?

"What were you thinking? Your just so fucking selfish. Did you think of anyone else? Your parents? Your friends?" he shuck his head. "Dammit Esther. Say something!" he finally snapped.

"What do you want me to say?" my voice was as weak as everything else about me. I was just weak, and tired. "Do you want me to thank you? Well thank you Antonio! I'm sure your parents would love to hear about how their golden boy saved some reckless mess. You know what, how about I just reward you cause everything you've done has been so right. Guess what Antonio, I'm sure my dead mother would be so proud of you for making me suffer even more; maybe she's applauding you right now. And those friends, yeah go count them! You know, I came here to forget everything; to forget how much my life sucks. But you, you ruined me more than even my mother could. This was your fault." I paused. "And I will never forgive you." I whispered as I whipped away the traitorous tears.

A ray of emotion quickly passed his eyes as he watched me rant. But that one that presented itself to me was anger. His cold chuckle rang out into the field he had dragged me.

"Oh Esther. If you thought I was a monster than, you haven't seen nothing." And with that he left me there broken, all over again.

He was mad, and I was scared.

Scared of being beaten, talked about, insulted; I was scared that this was my life now. A part of me wanted to go back to that cliff and just end it, and maybe I should've. But I wanted to believe I was stronger than that; I, Esther Elizabeth DeFranco, was strong.

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