Kidnapped to love

chapter 18

Dimitri stormed into his room, slamming the door behind him with such force that the walls shook. His chest heaved with anger, and he grabbed the nearest object—a vase—and hurled it across the room. It shattered against the wall, the crash doing nothing to calm the storm raging inside him.

“What did I do?” he muttered, pacing back and forth, his hands pulling at his hair. “I didn’t mean for it to be like this.” He grabbed a chair and threw it, the wood splintering as it hit the ground. His mind raced, torn between rage and guilt.

“I didn’t do anything to you, doll,” he growled to himself, his voice low and bitter. “It was just… light kisses. That’s all. You’re  just too sensitive.” He paused, running his hands over his face. “I didn’t hurt you. I didn’t cross that line”

But deep down, he knew. He knew she had every right to feel betrayed. The image of her standing there, hurt and furious, haunted him. He had seen the fear in her eyes, the disgust. It cut deeper than any wound.

“I didn’t drug you to do anything against your will,” he spat, trying to justify his actions to the silence of the room. “I just… I had to. I couldn’t let you escape. You’d run away, I was just making sure you not try anything funny” His voice broke, the confession choking him.

He stopped pacing and slammed his fist against the wall. The pain shooting up his arm felt right, a punishment he deserved. “I was afraid,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Afraid to lose you, Crystal. I love you. You don’t understand. You can’t leave me. You can’t.”

Dimitri sank to the floor, his back against the wall, his head falling into his hands. His mind replayed the scene over and over, the slap, her tears, the way she told him she didn’t believe him anymore. It tore him apart.

“You weren’t supposed to find out like this,” he whispered. “I just… I didn’t want you to try to leave. I didn’t want you to run” His chest tightened as the weight of his actions pressed down on him. He had crossed a line, and now the woman he loved saw him as a monster.

“I didn’t hurt you, doll,” he whispered again, almost pleading. “I didn’t. It was just to keep you safe, to keep us together.” But the words felt hollow even to him. He had lost her trust, and now his love felt like poison to the one person he couldn’t bear to lose.

Anger flared again, his fist slamming into the floor. “Why? Why did it have to be like this?”

But it wasn’t her fault. It was his. Deep down, beneath the anger, the guilt was eating away at him. He had been reckless, blinded by his fear of losing her. And now he was paying the price.

Dimitri’s breath came in ragged gasps as he sat there in the wreckage of his room, his mind spiraling. “I love you,” he whispered into the empty room, his voice breaking. “I love you, Crystal. I was just… afraid.”

But his words meant nothing. She wasn’t here to hear them. And now, all he had was the guilt, the regret, and the fear .