The Guilt

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Lia's POV-
It has been a few hours after my encounter with the 'boss'. I couldn't sleep all night. My wrists were aching because of the ropes tied around them. The sun came up about an hour ago. I wonder what my parents are doing. Are they even bothering to find me? Or they could be finally relieved that the burden and the humiliation is finally lost somewhere and couldn't come back if they don't try. They were pretty angry when they found out Damien was my date. Angry is an understatement. By the way what the hell is Damien doing?! He and his shit ass family is the reason why I'm here in the first place. I left because his father called me names. Bloody bastard. No reason why everyone hates - fears - him. And why the fuck does everyone cares about my relationship with Damien? Oh god! My head is hurting from all the thoughts. My trail of thoughts and headache was broken by the knock on the door.

"You're awake." It was the same boy from yesterday. Motherfucker wants to die a slow and cold death for disturbing my peace and alone time. I don't respond to him. I don't feel like talking to anyone.

"The boss would like to meet you. He'll be here soon." He said and left.

"Tell him I don't want to see him." I shouted from behind just as the door opened again.

"Brave of you to think that you could rule in my territory." I scoffed. "Look who's here all locked up?"

"Your worst nightmare." I replied with pure anger.

"Feisty, I see. We'll see how long you can keep that little attitude of yours with me," he said "you whore."

I boiled with fury. "How dare you call me that?!" I shouted, my voice hoarse.

"I do as I please." I spat at his brand new black leather shoes. Just as I did that I was met with a stinging sensation on my left cheek. He had slapped me. Hard.

"You will regret it." He said and turned to leave. Looks like he was controlling his anger. But why?

"I'll never regret what I did." I said just to rile him up. His anger was visible in his features. He turned around and threw his pocket knife at me striking my right cheekbone. I felt blood trickling down my cheek. The burning sensation still present on my left cheek where he'd slapped me. I felt the cut of the k ice in my body.

The cut was deep.

Damien's POV-
It is currently 7:00 a.m. and I'm in the gym, practising my punches. I couldn't think straight. It has been two days since I last saw her. Two days since I knew she was okay. Two fucking days. And yet we still don't have a track on her. My knuckles were bleeding again even though I had wrapped a band-aid on it.

"Damien the meeting -" He stopped mid sentence.

"Damien what's wrong with you?" He said referring to my appearance.

"Nothing." I answered vaguely.

"Damien don't try to fool me. Look at yourself. Look at the bags under your eyes. Did you even sleep last night like I asked you to?" He said showing concern.

"I I tried to, but I couldn't. It's been two fucking days and we still don't have a track on her. Whenever I close my eyes, the image of her being hurt appears. I do t know what is this feeling but I feel like can't be relaxed until I find her."

"It's okay to feel like that Dame."

"No, it's not! I shouldn't be feeling like this. I've killed and tortured people before but I've never felt like this. I have never felt like it's my fault that they are in danger. I feel like it's my fault that she got abducted in the first place. If it was not for me she would've been at her home in peace. If I hadn't asked her to that fucking ball then, this fucking shit wouldn't have happened. It's all my fault. I'm responsible for this."

"Dame it's not like that. You tried to save her." He tried to calm the storm inside of me.

"That's the problem. I tried. I should've saved her. I don't know what happened to my senses but I should have saved her and not tried to save her."

"It okay Damien. Calm down. You can resolve your mistake by saving her right now. I know you feel guilty but you need to overcome that guilt." I tried understanding whatever shit he was saying.

"Get yourself together. The meeting will start in half an hour." I nodded and left.



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