Bound To You

Chapter 13 - Good and Evil.

                                                                     Chapter 13 - Good and Evil.

Minutes turned to hours; hours turned to days. Days spent alone in my room. It was the same old routine but now, someone else was bringing me dinner. I'd never seen this girl before. She would come into my room 4 times a day with food and drinks. Every time she would smile. Her smile was like the sun to me and my sadness didn't seem to bother her.

She was happy. It was nice to see someone as happy as her. She was young. Her cheeks would always be rosy red, like a natural blush. She was so innocent. 

She reminded me of myself when I was younger and before I met Roman. Before all of this happened.

Her hair was a dark ash-blond. Her eyes, brighter than the moon itself. A certain glow radiated from her skin. She looked happy and healthy. She was the complete opposite of me. I sighed; the heavy breath releasing some of the tension in my body.

I looked like a train-wreck compared to this girl. Why would Roman have someone like her in the house? She wasn't like the other maids. She was much younger and much purer. An unsettling thought crossed my mind as I watched her in silence put the plates on the table.

Was she the new me? What if he was planning to ruin her as he had ruined me?

I shook my head, closed my eyes and titled my head back. My brain had a hard time keeping up with all of these thoughts. I used to be good at controlling them when I first met Roman. He taught me how to deal with them. Like how I dealt and hid my feelings whenever I was during a job with him.

"Miss? Would you like some hot chocolate with caramel?" a pure, delicate voice spoke. Her voice sounded as innocent and virginal as she looked. It was an angelic sound.

"It's good. Roman made it."

One of my eyes popped open at the mention of his name. I turned my head towards her and snickered.

"I don't want anything from him. Just throw it out, please."

The young girl in front of me looked confused for a moment.

"But, it's good. It's chocolate. How can anyone ever say no to chocolate? I know I can't. Whenever my mom makes me something with chocolate, I eat the whole entire thing," she rambled.

I chuckled at her response, "you're too cute for your own good."

Her frown deepened as she seemed to process my words in her mind. She placed the cup on my nightstand and proceeded to walk towards the door. Her ash-blond hair was long and in a ponytail. Even her hair was shiny.

"Would you like something else? Roman will make it for you? He will do anything you desire."

I thought about it for a second, "will he put a bullet through his brain for me?"

She hesitated. "No?"

"Tell him I don't need anything. I'm fine on my own," I said and stretched my legs out in front of me. I spent most of the day being curled up in a ball. It made my muscles throb. 

Her grey eyes observed me intensely as I did, her eyes lingering on my legs. I follow her gaze; they were bruised. Blue, yellow and purple spots almost covered the most of my thigh.

I had made it a habit to punch myself every time I would think about Roman. I would punish myself every time I thought about how much I missed his touches. I wanted to feel pain instead of the constant desire to see and touch him. I wanted so bad to be near him but he was dangerous.