Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Sixteen: Edward

I’d wanted to gouge my eyes out at the sight, at the pain. Why her? He could've simply let Jenna go, but then the question would arise, would I have let Lisa surrender herself?

No! She was first priority always.

I knew now how she’d look at me, as a monster, a monster responsible for her only parent’s death.

I tried to keep her steady at one place but she was fighting me fiercely. She was hurling her hands and legs everywhere in attempts to breathe and get herself freed from this atrocity.

I had to be more conscious now.

Joseph finished his dine and let the corpse sank to the ground. I was dumbstruck by how much a life could really mean to someone and almost nothing to someone else.

Elizabeth cried and cried but I shouldn’t be judging her right now. No matter how small Jennifer’s life meant to me, she was a mother to Lisa.

I couldn’t think about it.

Now every night Lisa would feel the empty space beside her on the bed, emptier of any warmth than before, empty of any feelings Jenna could’ve furnished the poor girl with.

Even I couldn’t stand the thought of my mother walking into my dreams in a state Jenna was in right now.

I’d choke myself to death if I let my eyes witness the death of my mother, and in such brutality too.

I'd never had much friends or families but my mother was everything to me. I couldn't imagine a day without her blessings and yet this girl, this poor, poor girl had lost her family at an early age and now witnessed the death of her only parent.

Empathy flushed in my eyes for her and I let her slip from my arms.

She dropped on her knees instantly like her entire weight was supported by my hands and sobbing she crawled her way to Jenna's body that had a bit of pulse still left.

I knew I could trust them to let Lisa have her moments with Jenna and so they didn't interrupt her.

I was glad they showed this much curtsy towards a dying woman.

Joseph nodded to his companions and they slid aside from her. My feet were rigid and ready to run away with her any second―if required.

The last thing I needed was another human’s blood to spill.

Elizabeth dropped low and took Jenna's head into her lap, gradually and slowly as if afraid to inflict more pain.

Caressing her brunette strands of red highlights and her pale face she started placing soft wet kisses on her head.

She tried to contain herself and oh how much I'd wanted to say, 'let it all out.' I wanted to draw Elizabeth to my chest and brush her hair as she would cry her miseries out on me.

But that would have to wait. And even then she wouldn’t forgive me.

Though I couldn’t relate to her but I could imagine what it must feel like and it was an unforgiving action to tear the mere hope away from a little girl.

"You could've prevented this." Ron murmured beside me.

He had fulfilled his part of annoying me and I could seriously bear no more.

"Never thought you were the forcing type." I muttered, my eyes never letting Elizabeth out of my sight.

"Well, don't tell me you've never been tempted. How do you hold yourself? Doesn't it hurt? Don't your fangs itch to gnaw at that precious neck?" He murmured wandering.