LUCIFANA

YOU NEVER TOLD ME.

I could only muster a confused angry glare. Starting an argument in the car is the least thing I want. Dying in a car accident whilst my whole family died in the plane accident, ain't it ironic.

He glanced at me every now and then, probably unable to believe that I haven't started to shout yet...well, am preserving that for when we're not in the car.

He pulled up Infront of this big building housing pent houses and guided me to the elevators. The silence was deafening. Like a calm before a storm. So when we finally entered his home, I bit my palm to calm myself.

" Who were those men?" His deep voice grumpily asked and I glared at him.

" Am not going with you?"

" Answer the question." He sternly stated, as he walked to his living room. I followed behind him.

" That's none of your business." I shot back. He tilted his head to glance at me, his facial expression displaying displeasure.

" He was manhandling you, Lucifana. Don't get me started on such kind of men. It starts with the pushing, shoving and simply brutal beatings. So am gonna ask you, who is that man?" His voice rose at the end of the question, making my step falter. I know his anger is not directed at me but nevertheless, it scared me into silence.

" Are you in an abusive relationship?" He asked in hesitation and I turned away from his questioning gaze.

I was standing not far away from him and all I could do is glare at the floor till my vision turned blurry with tears. How do I start? The thought of Adrian going as far as he went today, hurt in a whole new level. How could he? Come back and expect me to take his sympathy as love? That fucker.

I felt arms round my small frame hesitantly and I realized I was crying.

" It's okay. I am here." His soothing voice and calming embrace was the border line. I cried the pain out. He pulled me  to his sofa and we just stayed there.

Not long after, I told him everything. I just couldn't stop the moment I started. I explained everything including today's events and he looked conflicted.

" Your telling me that you have been dealing with your family loss and heartbreak at the same time?" He asked, his voice holding emotions I could not pin.

" It's...not a big deal, I mean I don't even know how I ended up loving him." I spoke in a dismissive tone but he just gazed at me with a complex look.

" It doesn't lessen the pain." He spoke with a frown. That didn't make him any less attractive. ' Freaking Greek men.' I cussed internally. My mood still sour.

" You never told me." He finally said after minutes of silence, his stare very much accusative.

" It's not like you tell me everything too." I shot back and he sighed.

" This is different."

" You never asked." I defended myself back preparing to leave but he held my wrist pulling me back down. A scowl taking place on his face.

" Don't be a jerk Lucifana. How was I supposed to know? If that man had never showed up at your doorsteps today, would you have told me ?" He asked with a hint of anger in his voice and I glared at him.

" No."

" Fuck. you.", He spoke each word  with heavy emphasis as he lifted himself away from me.

It came out so suddenly that I could only gaze at him for the following seconds.

He's angry and I have never heard him cuss this word till today. Which means a lot of things. He's fucking pissed and he's purely offended I hadn't consulted him on this matter.