Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Fifteen: Lisa

My mind was spinning at the picture of her and all the betrayal, sadness, possibilities; anger disappeared along with my crying leaving behind nothing but coldness.

How could it lead to all of this?

I'd wanted to scold Edward of his doing―not the almost kiss―but treating me like I was a parcel to be delivered. I needed answers and I was mad. Mad at him.

I had feelings for him! Yes, no matter how much I denied it but I had feelings for him that I couldn't yet comprehend.

And he was treating me like I was a stupid package material that had needed to reach its destination before time.

All these stupid emotions and unwanted feelings churned inside of me and I broke down. Right there on my knees, it was as if every feeling and sorrow that I’d denied to feel back in my past was striking me like a lightning bolt.

I wanted to find a better place.

That never happened before. I was never so soft and scared than today, I cried in front of him. And what was more? On my knees! What was wrong with me?

So much chaos and this overwhelming sadness in all the melancholy air that I breathe reminded me of everything I’d always wanted to become and was deprived of.

But then a squeal sidetracked my train of thoughts and when I saw her it all went behind a dark gate of my mind where I'd buried hundreds of other memories I wouldn't recall. Ever.

And all that mattered was her face and her fragile body that had suffered the same disgusting torture like mine but in a way worse.

The bite marks was forcing her to give up and she looked so drained out of life that I couldn't help but face away.

I felt incapable; I couldn’t save the only thing I held dear in my life, the only person I’d die for.

Lately but I realized I was still on my knees. Gathering myself and my stirring complicated emotions I forced myself up on my legs.

There was a slight wiggle from my waist below but I kept myself steady. My knees were still weak but I had to hold myself, it was the call of circumstance God had hurled me in.

Eventually when I was ready to face Edward again, I peeked up to his side and saw him raging like an inflamed fire.

I lost track of how many times he had looked like that in a single particular day. It had to be tiring for him, to get angry all the time.

But I shouldn’t judge since I was way more angry than him—surely I didn’t let it come over my features as him.

Honestly I was torn between being angry or depressed. I was crying because of anger!

"Hand her over." Edward spoke out in the deadliest tone like before in that cave.

I jumped at his words and recalled how sweetly he had kissed me a few moments ago. That Edward was long gone and was not coming home anytime soon in the near future.

"Give us the girl." The one with golden hair and grayish highlights threatened. His tone was just as hard as Edward's.

It was then that I finally looked at the intruders. The four had worn multihued T-shirts underneath their dashing bad-boy jackets.

If I had to pin out one similarity between the five of them, I'd choose their eyes.

The scarlet eyes which burnt with lust and anger and nothing more but a big stack of coldness, I’d never seen eyes like those in my life except . . . except in my dreams.