His World

Chapter 25

7 years later...

HAHAH JUST KIDDING

Laylie

I am not being unreasonable. If anyone has seen or felt such pain I have experienced then all would be understood. You do not know or could possibly comprehend what others' feel. What they could be thinking. What their next choice is to be. You can't understand anything. Unless you are that person.

The pain in my chest is unbearable. It feels like the air is being sucked from my lungs and a heavyweight has just landed on me. The hot salty tears run down my cheeks, but at this moment I feel...Nothing. Just pain. But my expression says nothing.

The moment I turned my back to Asher, everything left. I feel empty.

He knew.

I can't understand why he would keep this from me. Selfishness or selflessness. But me finding out this way just broke me in every way possible. My last glimpse of hope. All a facade.

I walk back to my room and lock the door. Sit on the bed. Place my hands on my thighs. And breathe. That's just it, nothing.

A glimpse of shimmer appears at the corner of my eye and I look down at my wrist. The bracelet Nace had given me. I swallow hard. The golden white chain wraps around my wrist meeting together at the diamond crest. True Sisters Bonded Forever.

Lies.

I unhook the bracelet and forcefully throw it against the wall as I stand up. Anger. Betrayal. Grief. All flood into me at once. My knees become weak and eventually I slide against the bed onto the ground. Bringing my knees to my chest I curl and bury my face away from the light.

Was anything in my life real? It feels like I am just in a game that I cannot escape from. There is no pause. No reset. No quitting. The only way out is to win.

And that's just it.

I lift my head up brushing my hair from my face. I stare at the door as I sit on the wooden floor. I can't wait. Immediately I stand up and head to the closet. My adrenaline rushes through my veins and at this moment everything diminishes in my head and my only one thought now is to go straight to my father. The man who has caused all this chaos.

"Papa, can you please read it again. Pleaseeeee"

"Princess. Any more and the sunrise will be upon us."

"Ugh, okayyyy." I pout crossing my arms. Papa then brushes my hair back and places a kiss on my forehead.

"Sweat dreams my little princess"

"Papa. I have made up my mind. I don't want to be a princess. I want to be a warrior just like Despereaux."

"One day, my little one, you will be a warrior. It is in our family name, 'Volevoy' meaning strong-willed. But I promise you it will be difficult and hard but it is in your blood that you are meant to one day rise to greatness. But with time. Now sweet dreams, my little warrior."

"Goodnight pa-" Papa's phone rings and immediately he answers.

"Yes?" He places a gentle kiss on my head and stands up leaving the room.

"Goodnight, Papa" I whisper as I fall into a blissful slumber.

The next day, he was gone.

I grasp the black backpack tightly as I fill it with clothes. I go to the drawer and grab all the cash left in there from Asher. About three stacks of it.