you're mine

Chapter 56

Luca's point of view

"Going somewhere?" 

Emelias body trembles with fear. I take a small step closer, filling the gap between us. The smell of blood fills my nose and lungs as I breathe in deeply. The smell of blood always has a euphoric feeling to it. Like how drugs have the after effect of leaving you wanting more. I always want more; though I was never one for drugs.

She doesn't move an inch besides the automatic reaction of her body shaking with fear. She should have stayed in bed and slept with me like she was meant to, But I understand why she done this. It is because I broke our promise. I don't know why it meant so much to her in the first place. Sure, Chris and his daughter were really nice people. They were there for us and welcomed us into their home excepting nothing in return, But she only needs me. She should only want me. Yet, here she is, trying to escape me. What am I meant to do with that? She makes it so hard. Emelia knows I kill people. She even accepted it, she even convinced herself she was ok with it. I like that version of her.

Not this one, where she is trying to think in a way she thinks she should. She's letting her conscience get to her.

My hands snake around her waist, desperate to show her affection; To show her I need her.

"Come on baby, you don't want this." My breath brushed against emelia's damp with sweat neck.

Emelia releases a small cry from her lips as tears run down her cheeks.

I let a small smile plaster my face in return to the action.

"Shh, you're okay." My lips plant a soft kiss on her head and my hands roughly tuck hair behind her ear. "I'm not going to hurt you unless you give me a reason to."

"You're insane." She mumbles barely above a whisper.

"Insane for you."

She struggles against me, trying to loosen my grip but instead, I swing her around and push her against the door.

"Stop." I whisper, planting kisses on her ear from behind. "You love me. You were meant to be there for me, not fight me. Look at the mess you've made." One of my arms extend downwards towards the blood on her bare legs, then swiftly towards Chris' bedroom door, despite the fact she's facing away from me.

Emelia sobs. "I didn't do-"

"Shh, yes you did, baby but it can all go back to the way it was. Just us." My bloody hand comes up and brushes her hair from her face. "You want that, don't you? It to be just us?"

"No."  She grits her teeth in an attempt to seem confident, when really she's terrified right now.

Emily's reply makes my jaw tick. I jab my knee into her, causing her to yell out In pain and lean further into the door, her cheek pressed against the cold wood.

"Yes you do."

I feel movement against me but decide to ignore it until I hear a jingling noise. When I bend my head past Emily's to look for the cause of noise, a set of keys are charging at my face. Naturally, a hand comes up to block them from piercing my eye, instead running straight through my palm and out the other side.

I yell out, furious from the action. My grip loosens on emelia and I fall backward, stumbling into a near by wall.

A few years back, we had really bad snow one December. Me and my siblings took it in turns shovelling it from the drive. I didn't argue about waking up early and standing in the cold, like they did. I was just Trying my best to avoid any sort of trouble or conflict. I was already having a bad winter since seasonal depression is in my genetics; thanks to my mom. Though one morning, I let my turn of waking up at five am to shovel snow slip, And I slept in an hour later, waking up at six am. I didn't think it was that much of a difference and shovelled it at six instead. By then, my dad was already ready for work and waiting for me to finish with his coffee cup in hand. Once had, I set the shovel to the side. "Come here." I remember him saying in the most calm voice. I did. He grabbed my hand, palm facing up and grabbed the shovel, slamming it right down onto my palm. The shovel broke the skin and a few bones completely. And then, he left for work.

I pull the key from my hand and throw it on the floor, flexing my fingers a few times.  I enter the door on my right which leads me to a bathroom. Rummaging through the small cupboard above the sink, I throw the contents onto the floor until I come across some Cotton  balls and bandage wrap.  I stuff the hole with Cotton and secure it with the bandage. Thanks for the fact the only other people in my house when I had a shovel through my hand were my dumb siblings, I know what to do right now, having to do it myself last time too. Though then I was less calm and it hurt a lot more. I suck a breath through my nose, temporarily closing my eyes before opening them again and releasing it, walking away to find Emelia.