Cordelia

chapter 30 ~ five months

I woke up, and I felt like I was dying.

I saw cold water with ice cubes next to me, and I drank it in one go.

I rubbed my eyes, went inside the bathroom, took a shower, and walked out.

I look in the mirror, and why is it that I'm just questioning, Why was the water important to me in the first place?

I look around and see breakfast. Who made this?

I noticed the note and started to read.

'enjoy lee'

Lee?

Oh fuck no

I don't trust the breakfast he made.

"Did you not like it?" I hear his voice.

 
"What the hell are you doing here?" I question.

 
"I was on a couch this whole time," he said, as if I knew

"I don't care; just get out!" I scream.

Cordelia, wait a second," he begs, and I get closer to him.

"Do not call me by that name." I look straight into his eyes, which are filled with... Regret?

I started to walk the opposite way.
 
"What should I call you then?" he asks.

"Nothing; don't call for me." I stop and say:

"Please i-"
 
"No hard feelings, but I hate you. Get the fuck out," and I kick him out.

I heard a sigh from him, and he then just left.

How the fuck did he find me? I left five months ago.

It took me a few months to take care of Fyodor and then to get my life together.

What does he want from me now?

But the thoughts of the wars he can do came across my mind.

What if he comes for my mom or, even worse, for my sister?

I'm not even a bit worried about Nate; he knows how to protect himself. We grew up in the same environment, so we know how to protect ourselves.

People that are dear to us, and unfortunately, that's a good thing because they grew up in a world where crime was not really a thing or they always had someone to protect them.

I just sometimes wish and think about what my life would have been if my father had not been the way he was. If I had never been sold, who would I have become?

But at the end of the day, those questions are nothing; he did what he did, I became what I have become, and that's the end of it, and I'm glad that it was me who he sold and not my sister or brother.

Don't get me wrong. They did horrible things to me, but I would rather go through those experiences again than have my siblings go through them.