She isn't fine like she pretends to be. On the contrary.
Liliana Storm Whitlock is shattered into a thousand pieces, used from the ones she loves, betrayed by the ones she loves, broken by the ones she loves.
So she lost herself.
And it all seems t...
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Yes Sir ?
Tears brim her eyes, slowly and painfully making an appearance like the first drops of a storm, her face tilting down to look at the damage caused to her hand.
The damage I caused because I couldn't control the anger that rots under my skin because of that person that I no longer call a father.
Seeing him in the bar, entering with his pretty little wife hanging on his arm made me lose all the ounce of control I had since Storm is by my side. It's as if he barged into my life again, pushing the calmness I had created out of the picture.
When he spotted me with the team, that grim smirk I remember so damn well grew on his lips like poison.
And that was enough for me to stand up and go up to him, addressing the man I haven't seen in years because he left my mother and I like trash. The first words that left his filthy mouth were insults and frankly, I don't know what I should have expected.
Maybe something along the lines of Hi son, good to see you. But fuck this... he did quite the opposite with his poisonous words.
He is a terrible human being, undeserved to be on this planet. Hitting him, lashing out my anger on him like he did with me was the best release I could ever find. And I wanted to do it again and again until I couldn't feel anymore. But then, I heard her voice.
Her trembling voice, filled with fear and worry, and I just knew that I had to stop if I wanted a chance to keep her along my side. And right now it's all I crave.
But look where we are now. I fucking hurt her. Her hand is bleeding, a deep cut splitting her skin open to let the red liquid spill.
All I could do in that split second I saw her injury, is rip off a piece of fabric from my shirt to wrap it around her wound. I couldn't say a single word, to express how disgusted I am by myself to it happen.
I fucking promised her I wouldn't let her get hurt.
"It's okay Ari," She whispers, gently taking my trembling hands into hers to place a kiss on them. So freaking perfect and gentle, the complete opposite of me which frightens me even more. Because I know I am going to taint her. Taint her soul in darkness if I keep her anywhere near me.
I couldn't possibly live with myself if that prophecy becomes reality. So I force myself to start the car again, after I am sure her wound is safe from any possible infection and free from pieces of glass, and drive to get her home.
And away from me.
Silent and tense, I bring her to her flat, ignoring her pleas to communicate with her and make her understand what is in my head. But the guilt of having her injured on my behalf eats me up from the inside, forcing me to get away from her as soon as I can. Get away from my princess.
