Luna Winters

A Whole New View

James' POV

Crash, the chairs and tables in my room break on the floor from my force. Both of the men standing guard in my room wince each time something hits the floor. "I WOULD'VE GIVEN HER EVERYTHING DAMNIT" I yell out. "I TREAT HER WITH RESPECT, I GIVE HER LETTERS, I'VE NEVER HARMED HER." My anger has gotten the better of me once again. I stop throwing things and each guard tenses up. "B-boss I've been told t-to give you word of h-his arrival" one stutters. I turn my head slightly so I can see their faces. they both wince and stand up straight. my heavy breathing slows while I take a moment to gather my thoughts. I take a deep breath in and hold it. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. I breathe out. "Thank you" I begin calmly, "you may go." They each spare no time getting out of the room. It's well known around here that I have a bad temper.

I take a second moment to straighten my vest and put my tie back on. the floor board makes a slight creek as I walk to my bed. The once straight bed cover wrinkles as I situate myself onto it. I take a box out of my pocket and open it. Each roll moves slightly as I remove one. a small flick echoes the room before the cigarette lights. I suck in the smoke and hold it in. "Breathe in through the nose then out through the mouth." I shake off the memory. I put out the cigarette and stand up. 'I wonder what you think of me.' I chuckle to myself a little before closing the door shut behind me. I walk through a hallway passing multiple rooms before I stopped at one. Her   room. I open the door slowly, making sure no one was in the room. Once I was certain no one was in the room, I entered.

The door clicked shut behind me. I took in a whiff of the air around me. It was sweet, almost like caramel. It was fresh too. I took another deep breath, admiring the smell. My feet moved on their own. Her    bed. 'I wish I could just smell her    hair once. I bet it would smell sweet.' I smiled at the thought. It was only two days ago since she ran. I know where and who she's with due to my spy. There is no where she can escape to without me following close behind. She is mine and only mine. She belongs to me. I would do anything for her. If only she saw it that way to. "Not to worry," I reassured myself "she will understand soon enough."

As I continued to monologue to myself as I smelled the sheets. it made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. But that wasn't it. I'm not quite sure how to put it into words but... her very existence makes me feel whole. It's not something I can describe very well. I remember the first time I saw her like it was yesterday. Up until I met her my world was grey and numb. I didn't know what happiness was. She might not remember it but I do.

It was 12 years ago. At that time her hair was a beautiful raven black. It was held tightly in a ponytail. She was wearing a purple short sleeve shirt and a navy blue skirt. She looked miserable. I remember watching her from behind the playground. She sat on the grass while the other kids played and her mother sat on the bench directly behind her. It took almost twenty minutes to give myself enough courage to go talk to her, but when I did I tripped on something and fell on my face. A few children noticed and laughed but when I looked up she was there holding out a hand. Her eyes, they were... empty and lifeless. When she held out her hand I could see the scars and burses that littered her skin.

It shocked me at first but I grabbed her hand anyway and got up. There was just something about her that I couldn't figure out. There was a part of her that reminded me of... me. After she helped me up I asked if she would play with me, she agreed because she knew it would make me feel better. Soon after that her mother found out she wasn't where she was supposed to be and came after us.

She grabbed her and slapped her. She didn't cry or whine. She stayed silent and looked at the ground while being yelled and cursed at. I didn't understand how. I was a mess from just watching. When her mother was done she grabbed her arm and practically dragged her away. Instead of keeping up with the woman, she waved at me goodbye. After I went home I discovered I couldn't stop thinking about her. During dinner with my mother she asked me about the girl I was with. I responded by saying I didn't know anything about her. But I wanted to. She only smiled and nodded. We ate the rest of dinner in silence.

For months she crowded every corner of my mind until I was so desperate I asked my old man for help. Instead of blowing up on me like he usually does, he asked me what I knew about her. I only knew her name. I can remember this: he sucked in a puff of smoke and blew it into my face before putting it out and logging onto his computer. My old man runs his own successful business that deals with computers.

From the simplest of problems to the most complicated, he could fix any computer and even owned his own brand. It was the reason my mother was a house wife, because he could provide for everything. It took him a solid 72 hours in his office but he found her address. I was so happy I could've danced even in my sleep. When I asked him how he did it he said "observing and tailing the right people." I didn't understand.

For the next 11 years I spent my time carefully watching and following her. Sometimes I would show myself by passing her on a street or a road. Other times I snuck my way into her school dances. After a few school dances though, she stopped going. I was curious why, so I went to her house. I knew she wasn't treated properly but what I saw horrified me. She was in her room on the floor, knocked out cold. Her body was covered in wounds. She was bleeding and unconscious.

A quick trip to the drug store and I snuck into her room. I remember feeling my heart shatter. I propped her body onto mine and picked her up bridal style. I laid her on the bed and treated her wounds. There were some glass shards I had to remove and wounds that would scar but I did my best. I stopped the bleeding and disinfected the wounds, after that I wrapped them in bandages and cloth. I couldn't believe what she had been going through. I swore to myself that I would kill them both myself after she was mine. Unfortunately she ended up getting to them before I did. And now... she's finally noticed me, but not how I wanted her to. Why can't she love me like I love her?