Revived Souls

P A R T T w e n t y

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|T W E N T Y|our Separations
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Have you ever had a moment where the one person who you have tried not to meet again reappears out of nowhere? One person who you have been running away from? One person who is the reason of your current state? One person who emotionally, physically, mentally destroyed you? One person who changed your life for the worse? One person who you once claimed to love?

Lennox Ryder was that person in my life.

I locked my moss green eyes with his dark brown ones.

It was a moment in the horror movie when the girl on the screen is unaware of the ghost standing behind her as she continues to stay away from it.

I was at a similar juncture.

I was alone with my tormentor in an old chapel which was my favorite place in the world. A lot of questions ran through my head splitting my sanity into fragments.

I was overwhelmed with a myriad of emotions but fear dominated it. I was afraid. No, try terrified. I had gone on an auto pilot mode where I was aloof of everything that was making its occurrence. My mind had shut down and it did not live actively in this Universe. My mind had jetted off to a territory which consisted of my past and where my world ran through flashbacks that acted like electronic shock waves penetrated into my head.

I could no longer feel my heart beat against my chest. The sensation was numb and minute.

In simple terms, I was apathetic.

Lennox was staring at me with a longing in his dark brown eyes which now held a ring of fire cast beneath them. His eyes were like a fire which would become a burning flame, an indication that he was in good spirits and mood. But the flame was so fragile that it would be whisked away in the blink of an eye and it would become the dying ember, an indication that he was not to be trifled with and was ready to kill anyone. His eyes wore that color whenever I was tortured by his creative series of punishment.

At first sight, he was a handsome man. Being the lead singer of his band, he always maintained the image of a rockstar which border lined with that of a wannabe bad boy. His tattoos were endless especially on his upper body. Lennox was built with right amount of everything and that fact made him smoking hot. He worked out a lot and I was quite an admirer of it. Then reality turned in and I hated him having the physical strength which he utilized for brutally assaulting me when things didn't work out. His hands were sculptured in the Greek God style but they could do a lot of damage.

"Blown away huh? This was your place?" He gave me a smirk. Note- he was in a good mood.

I hesitated to answer but ended up nodding my head curtly.

He let out a laugh. He looked like an angel whenever he laughed. That's why they say looks could be deceiving. The devil was hiding underneath the shield that he was putting on.

"I am sorry, Diane." He said making my eyes turn to his.

His gaze was sharp that it could possibly cut through my soul. Not in a good way, either. I quietly stood in the concrete ground of the chapel merely blinking at him. I was in loss of word. It was my own version of having a panic attack. I was blanker than a plain canvas.

"God, I hate myself for doing that to you. I was confused, Diane. I was afraid of losing you and then I actually ended up losing you but I got you now. Look, if you wouldn't have made yourself look like a tramp in front of my friends, I wouldn't have done anything and you know that. Baby, I can forgive you...." He trailed and by now he was centimeters apart from me. I was hardly alive. Maybe my body was but my mind was dead.

"I love you, Diane." He whispered in my ear.

A whoosh of air knocked out of my lungs and my eyes widened with fear. I had heard those words in a recurring cycle and once upon a long time, it gave me warmth and now, it was a dread. Those words were just another deceptive and misleading plan of action from his part to trap me into his web. It was kind of an emotional black mail which Len had magnificently mastered.

"Diane, will you please forgive me?" He asked me as if it was a plea. It was far from it. It was a command from him which failed to obey would result in gruesome ravage to your body and may even lead to dysfunction of internal physiological organs.

Like a pet that did not have free will, I nodded my head again in the way a slave would always agree to his master.

"Good." He smiled victoriously.

I kept my eyes on my shoes and prayed for a pair of wings that could take me away from here. One place where I felt heightened in solitude was found by the person who was bane of my existence.

"What are you waiting for then, love? C'mon let's head back home."

I mentally cringed at his endearment. Home apparently was the place I despised the most. It wasn't a home per say but an apartment owned by Lennox where I had been residing in since my third year of college where the actual vicious cycle of abuse began.

"I-I-I c-can't. P-p-please..." I could not recognize my own voice. I sounded so feeble and broken like a wounded puppy.

His eyes for a moment became the dangerous ember which only intensified my fear. "Come." He snarled at me with his hands clutched into a fist. Right there, he looked like the monster I knew.

I gulped hard and in my mental premonitory vision triggered by my past, I saw Lennox coming straight ahead and instantly striking a fist straight at my face.  I could hear my sharp hiss of pain and blood pouring through my nostrils and lips.

I gulped again and this time I became a emotionless machine as I nodded my head again for the umpteenth time.

I knew what I was getting into but I was perpetually tangled on his net. My whole being had turned über-mechanistic.

I was trapped. Again.

This time, there was no Flynn or Genie to my rescue.

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A/N

Hola! Mi lector!!

You must be hating me right now for this crap chap.Lennox is in the picture!! Oops. So yeah, I know this was a short update but I kinda wanted to focus on how she felt around him and kinda wanted to give you an Idea of how he treated her and how manipulative he was.

If you hate Lennox, please do comment on his character.

If you love this book, please vote.

That's all for now, folks.

With Love,
Shama

P.S a trivia: I wrote this chap on a late night hearing Coldplay songs. Forgive me for the mistakes. ;p