Saviour

Chapter 5

Cassandra's P.O.V

It's been a week when me and Richard went to lunch with Liam or was about to, when I ran into him. The guy who I haven't seen for two years, the guy who humiliated me in front of the whole school, the guy who said he doesn't want anything to do with me anymore after what I did. It has been literally four years since I last saw him and it still hurts, what he did to me after I admitted my love for him. But I got over that so why is he back? When I was doing just fine, he is back to ruin it again? Hasn't he done enough already? He was my first love for God's sake and he rejected me because of what happened that summer. Okay I'm not being insensitive because I know he's here because of what happened in Finland. But why is he staying in my house? When he has a freaking Mansion here? Or if he wants a friend he can always go to Liam or Luke. I hate it that I'm being insensitive and selfish but I don't want this man to ruin my life anymore, I've wasted enough time on him, I don't wanna waste more. I begged him to stay, to be here, I told him I didn't do it on purpose, I told him it was a fucking accident but he left no matter, I even admitted my love for him in front of everyone and he made fun of me. Did I seriously mean nothing to him? When he meant the life to me?

 

*Flashback*

"Please don't leave me." I begged and gripped his wrist tightly. I don't want him to go, I'll never want him to go. Never.

"Stay away! Take your filthy hands off of me. I can never ever forgive you for what you did." He said, trying to free his wrist, while giving me the dirty look.

"You know it wasn't my fault," I shouted, getting tired of being blamed on everyday. "I love you for Christ's sake, why can't you see it?" I was still shouting and was getting annoyed by every passing second. My eyes widened when I realized what I had said, tears were still coming out of my eyes. My cheeks were flushed with my tears, and I was blushing.

People started to gather around us after my little burst when I admitted my feelings for him. Don't they have work to do? Huh? It is not a fucking show! 

"What?" His voice was colder than ice. "You love me? Is that why you did that? Huh? Fucking reply me." He shouted in my face and pushed me. My back hit the wall so hard that it hurt, so fucking much, it is not only the wall though it is the way he shouted at me which caused me to hurt and the fact that he was the one to push me. "And you expect me to love you back or something?" He said hovering over me.

"N-no." I stuttered.

"Good. Because I don't, I can never love a girl like you." He said in a harsh out and those words felt like he spitted on my face. "You're a fucking whore. You knew I would never love you so you killed her. Do you think that it would make me love you?" He laughed, bitterly. His tone was getting harsher by every minute. I can't take this anymore.

"P-pl-lease" I tried to push him but he didn't even budge.

"What? Are you asking me to kiss you?" He smirked and looked at my lips. "Oh sorry but I don't kiss whores, it ruins my reputation. I hope you understand that." He said and bit his lips. He looks so sexy. What the fuck is wrong with me?

"Baby girl, you have no idea what you've done. And if you think that I'm done here," He said and looked around mentioning the surroundings, the people who are looking at us like we're an art piece, with his hands."Then you're so damn wrong." With he pushed me down onto the floor and left for good.

There I was sitting on the floor, crying my eyes out, wishing that these 15 minutes never happened. But it was reality and reality always hurts.

*end of flashback*

I cried over him for years, even when I was with Enzo. Yeah I loved Enzo, at one point, I think. Yes it did hurt when he cheated on me, it hurt like a bitch. But I always knew that bigger part of my heart belongs to someone else. I was deep in my thoughts when my phone's ringtone snapped me out of my thoughts. I checked the caller ID, it was my cousin, Mila. I don't wanna talk to anyone right now, so I left my phone on my bedside table and made my way to the bathroom. I've been up for the past week, mostly crying or eating. I couldn't get much sleep, it was a rough week to be honest, with that funeral news, him coming back, my dad telling me that I would be his new hotel's Senior Manager. I looked at my reflection and I have bags under my eyes, my hair is a mess. I am a mess. Well I should take a shower or something.