His Heart For Collection

Chapter fifteen

After breakfast was over, I waited for Drew to get up before I followed him out of the room. We went to his bedroom. I was ready to combust.

I closed the door behind me, then unleashed my contained fury. "What was that?"

"I'll talk to Isa, don't worry," he replied, taking off his blazer.

"I'm not talking about that devil. I'm talking about you, Drew! What the hell did you mean when you said I'm not leaving?"

"Don't be hasty now. When did I say that?" He was frowning, crossing his arms over his chest.

It took so much self control to not cross the room and shake him or slap him. He was making a mockery of me. "You told me I'm home here when I said I wanted to go back to my place. And I'm telling you again, I'm not staying here."

He sighed like I was being unreasonable. He sat on the bed, fingers pressing against his forehead. "We are not doing this now, my love. Calm down."

That was the last straw. I went to the dresser and grabbed my bag, then put back yesterday's clothes. I zipped up. I didn't care that the place was secluded, but I hoped that someone would pass by and give me a lift. I was not staying in this house anymore.

"Don't be ridiculous, Leon. Put that bag down," he scolded, glaring at me.

I chuckled darkly, then showed him the middle finger.

"If you walk out that door, I won't be responsible for anything happening to you," he said, voice cold.

Sometimes I didn't know Drew at all. At this moment, he felt like a stranger to me. I didn't understand it. How could he be so fucking cold to me like I meant nothing to him?

"Give me the car keys," I demanded, feeling my eyes sting. I was divorcing him. It was not impulsive, I've been thinking about it for so long and now he just gave me a reason to actually go ahead with it.

He looked at me, bored. I felt like crying when he said, "No."

I gulped, my eyes stinging so bad from refusing to let the tears fall. I didn't feel safe here. I was also scared to hike. There were no e-hailing services too. I was on my own.

I went to the door, opening it. I could hear a bit of chatter downstairs, and that made me a bit nervous.

"If you walk out that door, Leon, I'm not coming to rescue you," Drew stated.

I didn't say anything. I just left. The more I neared the stairs, the more I heard multiple unfamiliar voices. I walked down the stairs, holding on tight to my bag.

I quickly headed to the front door, hoping to not run into anyone.

The odds were in my favor because I didn't. I went out the front door, greeting the two butlers. They didn't ask where I was going.

I looked longingly at Drew's car on the driveway. Drew was a fucking pig. I was going to file for divorce. I wanted nothing to do with him anymore. He proved that I'm nothing to him.

I opened the gate, leaving the yard. Outside, the sun was burning. I wondered how long I had to walk before any car passed.

Even though the sun burnt brightly, the forestry provided a gloomy shade that made my eyes stay focused on the road ahead. I didn't want them to wander and scare myself.

I walked down the road, the trees making creepy shadows. I was scared out of my mind, but I didn't want to go back to the Harimot Mansion. I was not going to give Drew the satisfaction.

I walked for an hour. I was not tired yet. I thanked myself for doing daily exercises. At least I was fit.

In that hour, not a single car passed. It was the middle of nowhere, so I didn't expect much movement.