Chapter Three

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GREGORY'S POV

I watch her cry in my mother's arms and it got me very furious, very angry. Who dares to make my girl cry...what? Did I say my girl? Yeah I did. The last time I checked she is my girlfriend, so fuck it she is my girl.

She is just too beautiful to see her sad. Seeing her cry my fists clenched so hard that my knuckles and hands turned white. They will all pay! Each and everyone of them will pay for putting my girl through all of these. I swear they will pay dearly and I will give them pain so excruciating that they will beg for death.

They will all pay for taking her mom away from her, for making her life a living hell, for not letting her get to know what teenage-hood is and most importantly for not knowing how good sex feels, damn what am I thinking? Am I planning on punishing them for not letting her know about sex? Of course not! I smirked to myself in my mind. That's one good thing they did for me. I can't imagine anyone touching my girl, making her moan under them, making her toes curl and her back arch or even making her stretch her body for them. No! It's all mine to do, no one else is allowed and if they try I can't promise not to snap some necks, hehe.

I dismissed all my thoughts and focused on her but promised myself that they will pay. Each and every one of them

When I told her to give me every detail she looks taken aback and I know she must be wondering why I need all the details. I need them to carryout her revenge for her because I see how badly she wants it and I will do it to see her smile.

I sat close to her and when I promised that I will never let anyone hurt her again. She squeezed my hand maybe as a thank you but then it gave me tingles. My body wanted her just with any slightest touch from her. I don't know this woman but yet I'm willing to fight the world for her. I want to protect her and shield her from all the dangers of the world

When I heard her father's name I instantly knew who he is. I wasn't surprised but my mom was and Estella, my girl, it feels good when I call her my girl, no cap. Estella was wondering why mom is shocked hearing her father's name but it was reciprocated when my Mom asked her if her mother's name is Elina Anya and she nodded wondering how my mom knows her mother. Her face showed it, that's how I know.

"How did you know my momma?" Was her question to my mom

"Your mom and I were best of friends" my mom answered probably remembering the good old days

"I never knew my mom had friends or a best friend I might say" she said in a bewildered tone. As if it wasn't even possible

"Why wouldn't your mom have any friends?" I asked her. I needed details

"Because my mom just like me never leaves the house except on occasions where she has to go with my father" she said nonchalantly as if though it wasn't a new thing to her and sincerely I think it's not a new thing because she has been there also her Mom. I clenched my fists wanting to punch something or someone and that someone is her father. How can he be so cruel to his wife and daughter? No atom of love! Why would he marry her if he never loves her? I feel like strangling him. Choking him to death. My blood is boiling with anger and it's sipping through my veins and radiating from inside of my body to the outside of my body, because my mom immediately came to my side patting my back soothingly. She is the only one that can actually get me to calm down in some situations.

"Hey baby breath" she said with a worried smile. She knows how I can be when I'm angry

I inhaled and exhaled until I could feel myself calming down and my mom helped with her soothing pats and rubs. But I can't forget the look on Estella's face. Confusion and wonder. She might be wondering why I'm angry I guess. It's all because of her. I do never let anyone even touch a strand of her hair, I will kill them all.

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