The Most Powerful (The Depths)

Chapter 5 (Escape The Breakage)

Cassidy Rain

"What the hell are you doing?" Nathan started after coming out of his comatose sleep. (I could literally never wake him up for the life of him.)

"I'm going out with a client. And since you don't want it here, I'm taking it elsewhere."

"Why do this to yourself? Just stay here for once." I couldn't tell if he was being honest, or maybe my emotions over ran my logic.

"This has been the only familiar thing in my life. I want this," I turned away, quietly mumbling to myself. "I deserve this."

"Hey, listen to me," Nathan said, leaping off the bed to grab my bare waist as I changed into my lacy lingerie. "You may have mental problems, sure. But that doesn't make your worth any less than a normal person. In fact, that makes you even more special. You don't have to punish yourself. I told you that you were mentally incapable of love to run myself, believing that I was helping you. But all I've done is ruined the life I wanted you to enjoy, and I'm sorry."

I wanted to believe him, but what kind of a person would I be if I fell in love with him once again, only for him to throw me aside like the many girls he's been with? I may be self-conscious or paranoid, but at least that makes it hard for me to fall.

"I have to go." I slipped my gothic trench coat back over my shoulders, buttoning it up. Nathan started to nod, as though in denial. He chucked our nightstand in rage, mostly my objects tossing to the floor. I simply stared at him more careless by the second. He swiped another bottle from his stash, drinking it to get out of reality by his own wishes.

Liberty

"If you want me to train you, you're really going to have to work on transforming from... well, you." I glared up at him after doing only two push-ups, and already I was out of breath. "Don't even give me the 'I'm a girl, so it's harder' crap," Ian demanded as soon as I opened my mouth to speak. "You're not physically incapable of getting strong."

"No, but I am physically incapable of doing everything you do." Ian flashed me glare, throwing himself onto the grass in Carrie's backyard.

"You're hopeless. Just like every other girl, waiting for a man for protection." I stood abruptly, making Ian instantly scramble to a stand, as though afraid of me being unpredictable.

"If I'm so pathetic, then why are you so scared of me?"

"Because you're also evil, and who knows what you might do."

I stared into his broken, gold eyes that I was sure once lit with light, and was now a sea of bitterness.

"Roselyn was not just a girl, Ian. She was a demon." I made firm eye contact, expecting him to be unknown of what I was. But I was wrong.

"You are a demon. A half breed. Half demon, half angel. You still have the aspects of a demon, partially. Which makes you undeniably untrustworthy."

"How did you...?" I trailed in confusion.

"I have trained with my powers as well, mastering a balance within." I almost laughed at how peaceful he sounds, yet how hateful he is towards women. But I was able to contain myself.

"And you don't think I know what I'm doing? I have complete control over myself as well. Maybe not my physical body, but I'm mentally capable. And I've had bad experiences with people, but I don't hate them for it. Because I know that not everyone is the same. Some people are worth it."

"I haven't met a girl yet that's proved me wrong," he spoke proudly, rising his chest to my face. Damaged he may be, but helpless he is not.

"I'll prove you wrong."