Temptress

44|Torture

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Sereia's POV

T W O D A Y S L A T E R

I squeezed myself tighter into a ball as my pitiful sobs blended in with the rain outside.

There had been another storm tonight, one heavier and louder than the last.

The lace black dress I'd worn to my father's funeral felt so uncomfortable, yet I did not attempt to take it off.

I should've stayed longer at the gravesite, but I was too eager to return to the darkness of my closet, where I could cry on the floor.

Mom had a full-blown meltdown when she saw Violet and my dad's graves together. She ran off and I haven't been able to reach her since.

I miss Elliot.

I've tried not to think about him for the past two days, but I couldn't.

He lived on my mind rent-free.

I wonder what is he doing right now? Was he at the shelter? Does he still hate me? Is he willing to hear my side of the story?

All these questions bombarded my mind.

The doorbell rang and I knew it was my mother.

I just wanted her to stay out in the rain and get wet for all the times she'd abandoned me when I needed it.

The doorbell rang again and again until I eventually stood to my feet.

When I reached the door, I angrily swung it open. "What?"

My anger quickly subsided when I saw it was Elliot standing in the rain and not my mother.

His clothes were soaked from the pouring rain as he glared at me.

"Elliot, what are you doing here in the middle of a storm?" I asked.

"Why are you doing this to me?" he angrily asked. "Can't you just leave me alone? Why must you have to evade my thoughts too?"

"Elliot," was the only thing I could say as he stood up in the pouring rain.

"I hate you," he said. "You're a liar and a betrayer."

"I know and I'm punishing myself for it," I assured him and he shook his head.

"No, you're punishing me," he said. "Every day I'm tortured when I can't feel your body on mine."

I swallowed hard as I watched him. "Come in."

He shook his head, his hair slapped down into his face from the heavy rain. "If I come in, I'll punish you. I'll show you how much I hate you."

I gulped knowing I wanted every punishment he would give me.

"Come in," I repeated and he took one step into my house.

He eyed me like a hawk watching its prey for a few seconds before kicking the door shut as he moved closer to me.

I swallowed and took slow steps back from him, excited and scared for what's to come at the same time.

"Go to your bedroom," his voice ordered in a low and restraint tone.

I nodded, already aroused from the authoritative position he had taken.