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He parked inside Kingsley Manor and as I was about to suggest otherwise he explains 'I want to check on your leg,'
It didn't hurt as much but I still nodded and let him carry me to his room, after placing me down he left telling me he'd be back.
His room was in a sense, too organised, with a King sized bed, and black furniture, on his bedside table was a photo of his mum and sister presumably, I smiled at the thought of him being a mummy's boy, and a bracelet with had two beads which had engraved B + C, I looked at it for a long time before seeing him come in holding some clothes.
'They are my sisters clothes.' he said handing me the pyjamas 'I'll be in the bathroom,'
After changing into the clothes, I waited for him to come in, 'You should get some sleep,' he said.
'Why did you do that?' I asked.
'Do what?'
'Fight Jace,'
He furrowed his eyebrows 'He was taking what's mine.'
'Who said I was yours?'
'Sweetheart, you already know that.'
I smiled sarcastically 'I'm not anyone's I'm especially not yours.'
'You sure?'
'Yes.' Short and sweet.
He stepped closer, pushing me against he wall, reminding me of his power, and I felt as though I was in a trance as his lips ever so lightly touched mine, laying a kiss a and creating little sparks across my lips, my eyes fluttering shut, internally screaming at myself for juxtaposing my earlier comments, and letting him have an effect on me.
'But don't you hate me?' I muttered quietly to myself.
He paused before whispering 'I do, doesn't change the fact that you're mine."
I couldn't help the pang in my heart and the feeling as though I was going to throw up.
"Why?"
"Why did you come to Heartsland?" He replies, avoiding my question.
"I had no choice, Arthur Clifford left me his inheritance, and he would donate it to the KKK if I didn't."
"And you just took it, didn't try fight at all..." He shook his head knowingly as though he already had all the answers and I felt anger rushing through my veins.
"You're right, I didn't fucking try. Because who would try? This was a new chance, a new opportunity, I went weeks hungry in London, I've never brought clothing from a shop, I would never have completed my education if I stayed there. But what would you know about that? You don't know what it's like to count pennies, you'd be disgusted at the thought of scrounging through trash." His cold glare burnt into mine, "Pride and honour are a luxury, but I- I never had that, never had the privilege of that, so yes," I say breathlessly, my chest rising and falling rapidly, "Yes, I fucking came here and I was so, so hopeful, hopeful for a better life, but you're fucking ruining it." I sneer, his facial expression is unreadable, as I stare at him. After a few moments I look away, berating myself for letting him see a part of myself.
