The Wanted Unwanted

Chapter 14

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Avery's pov

I've been feeling terrible.

I mean ever since I came back to Damon's mansion two days ago all I've been doing is locking myself in my room and coming out to eat when Damon has already gone to work.

I've tried my best to avoid him at all cost and I've been doing very good at it. Tomorrow is the day he said I'm supposed to go with him to the gala they talked about and to be honest, I'm not looking forward to it. He should just take the girls he always took with him all these years.

I don't want to go. I don't even want to go with him.
The stares and glares and all...  I don't want to feel more terrible or more insecure about myself. I've already had enough of how ugly I look from Damon back then in those years. He never tool me oit anymore because he said I'm disgusting.

The sound of a familiar car rolling into the compound made me shiver in fear.

Its 6pm and He's back.

The minute I laid down on the bed, its the freaking moment my stomach decided to grumble reminding me that it hasn't been fed for the evening.

Double crap

Why now stomach! I almost screamed out as it grumbled in protest again.
I groaned when the pains of hunger set in. Now I have to go out to get food but...
I have to wait until Damon retires to bed.

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I woke up with the intensifying pain of my stomach.
I groaned and clutched it in pain. I checked the time and its 10:00pm.
Wow I slept much. I slept for 4 hours.

4 hours and the pains had already intensified. I've tried.

Opened my room door and peeked side to side to see if anyone was there.

No one. Thank God.

I tiptoed quietly downstairs to the kitchen.

Finally!

I look around quietly and found a plate beside the microwave neatly covered.
I opened it and almost drooled at the sight of the rice and some toppings that I don't know of and I microwaved the plate of food.

I waited for sometime and the microwave dinged signalling my food was ready. I took my food and as I turned to go to my room I froze.

Is it his food I'm about to eat!? Mother of God

He was gawking at me like I was his prey.

I didn't know how but the plate slipped from my fingers and fell to the ground, the ceramic plate breaking and the food wasting. But that was the least of my problems now. My eyes welled up in tears of what he's going to do do to me.

My biggest problem was standing right in front of me.

Oh God... I'm doomed. He's really going to beat me up.

I knew what happened the last time I mistakingly broke a ceramic plate. I knew the torture I passed through. I knew the pains.

Thinking of it alone brought tears to my eyes and I immediately bent down to start picking the broken pieces not caring if it pierced my hand.

Damon's pov

I rubbed my temple in a frustrated manner while looking at the fucked up presentation that was given to me by the HR of my company. Is this what I paid him for, he's gonna answer to me tomorrow. I don't employ scumbags.