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CHAPTER EIGHT

Aven's POV

Splash!  I gasp, regaining consciousness and feeling something cold on my face, gliding down my neck. My eyelids flutter. My eyes hurt so much as they try to  open and adapt to the bright light which fills the room.

They're use to the darkness so much so that the tiniest ray of light burns.
Everything seems blurry at first but after a while my eyes get use to the light.

My head aches. It aches so much, like my skull has been crushed under my enemy's foot. Every single bone within me aches. I feel so weak. My fingers feel numb.

I raise my head and I'm not surprised when I find those lustful, beastly eyes staring at me.

When did those cute eyes I adore and love so much turn into these barbaric ones? When did my prince charming turn into this uncivilized beast? And why do I still love this uncivilized beast, so much so that I'd give him another chance over and over again if he asks for that?

So much questions neither I nor him can give answers to run through my head.
I chuckle at the self imposed bravery he has on but deep inside, we both know he's nothing but a coward and I'd do anything to get my sweet coward back.

"Why are laughing?" he puts a bucket I just realized he has been holding on the ground. "Nothing. You're just one funny boyfriend I got for myself" a wide smirk stretches across my face. He doesn't speak. He just moves around me and carefully unties the rope from my hands.

He hunkers down infront of me and unties the rope binding my legs.

What is he doing? Why is he untying the ropes? Have they finally decided to let me go?

He looks up at me. His hands move to my cheek, caressing it. Then he runs his thumb over my dry lower lip. His glimmering, black eyes stare into mine. It seems he's holding back on something. But what? He moves closer, gradually closing the distance between us.

Is he going to kiss me? And why am I sitting still? I should push him back. That's the right thing to do. Why am I not doing this right thing?

I'm soo stupidly in love with him that's why.

He abruptly stops mid-way, rising to his feet. "Get out!! Leave!" He says in a cold voice, his back facing me.

What the fuck! Does he enjoy playing with my feelings?

"I should leave?" I say without thinking.
"Yes" his voice is filled with so much coldness and unconcern. Has he really fallen out of love for me? Am I worth nothing to me now?

I stand up, chuckling. My hands move to my hurting abdomen. "Why don't you face me and tell me to leave? Why are you hiding your face?" Sorrow fills my heart. After everything we've been through, after everything I've sacrificed for him, he decided to follow those useless black lung bastards he calls friends and abandon me.

He doesn't have the courage to face me. "Leave! If you don't want to leave you can rot here for all I care". I feel a sharp pang in my chest. Do I mean nothing to him?

"You're not going anyway" I quickly block his path. "Aven..." "Don't Aven me. My name...coming from your mouth digusts me". A frown forms on my face. "Who do you think you are? Who do you take me for, Leo?". He stares at me and for a moment I see distress in his eyes but I'm not gonna fall for them this time.

"Do I mean nothing to you?" I fight back tears. His eyes seem to say you mean a lot more than what you think to me but why isn't he saying what I see in those eyes of his. Why does he treat me like trash?  "I'm just a fuck toy and a punching bag to you and your stupid friends, ain't I?". He's still quiet. If he loves me as his eyes claim why is he silent. A lump forms in my throat and my heart shatters into a million pieces.