Lessons of Love

The Unexpected

Ms. Collin's POV

I woke up in the middle of the night to noises coming from downstairs, I hastily took off the warm duvet from my body, made my way downstairs not caring if I had my robe on or sandals, I just felt as though I had to go down there. As I neared the bottom of the staircase I heard a voice, but not any voice more specifically his voice. I tried listening in on what he was saying, but as I tried getting a few steps closer I nearly slipped but held onto the bottom of the railing, silently cursing to myself for being such a dumbass.

Silence.

The only thing I was able to hear was my heart hammering in my chest, and I prayed to the universe that he didn't and couldn't hear me, but the universe surly loves proving me wrong as I heard his voice once more.

"Who's there?  Almana?" I heard his voice and instantly froze in my spot I felt as though my breathing stopped as I tried gripping onto the railing, steadying myself.

"Is that you dear?  Please do come out, I want to talk to you my love.  Or is it my sweet, sweet Lilith? Have you finally come to your sen-"

"What do you want Charles?" I asked coldly, making my voice loud enough from where I stood. I heard his footsteps coming from the kitchen and to the foyer; he stopped at the doorway, looking smugly at me before smirking. He made a tisk sounding noise, nodding his head for me to come join him in the kitchen; I hesitated, only wanting him out of my house, and out of our lives.

For good.

I took small steps walking to the kitchen, trying to hide the fact that I was scared shitless by a man that I once thought I loved, but realized I never did. A man who not only hurt me, but my daughter as well. A man who lurks within the shadows and scared of sunlight, a man who is sick coward.

I had a look of disgust on my face as I sat on one of the chairs by the granite counter, trying to look for anything I could protect myself with but only finding myself with place-mates and a mug.

"You damn well might have a good ass explanation as to why you are in my fucking house, and stop calling me by my middle name." I spat with venom clearly in my voice.

"Well, Almana if you are wondering why I am calling you this, you must know what it means shouldn't you?" He furrowed his eyebrows while pouting that lip of his, breathing out a heavy sigh, "it means alone, lonely, which is all you'll ever be, all you were ever meant to be."

A 'hmph' noice left his mouth as he continued on.

" Your parents gave you that name since they knew what type of person you would grow up to be. Don't they? I mean isn't it amazing how you fell for my tricks, my 'bad boy' image."

I did and I think I fell too hard because it clearly screwed me over.

"I only wanted you just for the hell of it. I wanted to show that I could have basically anyone that I wanted, and you were oh so willing to leave with me weren't you?"  Curiosity laced in his voice as he raised his eyebrows up at me, waiting for my reply but all I did was look away from him.