Stand by Me { CrackerxOC } {ON HOLD}

(12) Cruel Reality; Lost and Forgotten (edited)

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Dear readers, this chapter had a huge change at the end of the chapter below. I suggest you guys read it out to avoid misunderstanding.

Glacia's P.O.V

Time passed away, we sit under the tree until the skies change its colour into the dark. The sun we're replaced by the moon. I was still in Cracker's embrace, my head leaned on his chest listening to his heartbeat. Just now, I do want to resist it but I couldn't... I admit myself, I'm liking it... it's nice and warm.

"H-hey, it's getting late. We better go back to the Chateau. Everyone might be worried about us." I broke the silence. He gazes down to me and nodded. "Yeah. " As the night took over, we both stood up and went back to the chateau.

Currently, I'm in Cracker's bedroom. I no longer stayed in the guest room since I'm married to this man. Living together with him. Cracker is taking a shower, while I changing myself. Undressing my wedding dress, hang it neatly on the hanger I put it in the closet. Off my heels, leaving my feet bare. I'm wearing a large and loose white button-up shirt without wearing pants because the shirt covered till my things. Undoing my hair, put away the jewellery and removing my makeup.

Ahh, It feels so refreshing. I walked to the long couch I sat down and lean on it. Relaxing my mind and muscle after the whole big day today. I don't have big courage to lean on his bed.

I exhaled in relief and closing my eyes. Clearing my mind, while I heard the water stopped from the bathroom. I opened my eyes, I saw Cracker went out with his hair wet, half-naked only a towel wrapped around his waist. I couldn't believe in my eyes what I just see just now.

"Like what you see?" Proudly he asked. I didn't realize that I stared at him. My face flushed. I looked away from him. "Get in cloth will you." He laughed as he went to the closet.

Gosh, why I do feel like it... Hey! Stop it! I mentally slapped. But yet I'm still blushing.

Then he walked to the couch as he sat beside me. Like always he is topless, he wearing pants and his hair tied lower ponytail. "Hey, is that my shirt?" I blinked. "Hmm, I think it is..." I didn't realize this. I was about to stand up but he stopped me by holding my arm. "Hey, don't need to change. I'm not mad at all. To be frank, you seem comfortable wearing it." Oh, he reads me well. I sit back. With shame. "The servants didn't transfer your clothes and stuff from your old home yet into my room. Tomorrow, I make them. immediately." I nodded and thanks to him. "Thanks." "Anytime."

Later, We both moved to the bed, I was bashful and awkward. So, I decided to sleep on the couch but Cracker didn't allow me to. He demanding me to sleep with him. I argued him back, stubbornly he pulled my hand to him and lay on the bed. We may be husband and wife but we both sorts don't feel like that.we aren't couple. We've only cooperated, a partner and friend.

If I had a feeling to him or love, I can't cus I'm... not worth too. I just can't those we're not right to me. I fed up to argue with him so I stayed silenced.

He was fast asleep then me, right now I was top of him. His hand we're wrapped around me. I was trapped, he never let me go from his grasp. I tried but failed. At last, I give up. I just lay on his hard and board chest. I can hear his warm heartbeat, I watch him sleeping. I admit, that he is handsome. He looks peaceful, even he had a large scar on his face but for me it's cool. He still handsome with it.

To be honest,I'm jealous because I had too but not like him...

I had a scar too on my back, I got it when I was a kid. My childhood is dark...

I had a family but they're dead a long time ago.
I was an orphan then picked up by a rich family.

The adoption does not go well. At first, they treat me well as a family with love. However, those love are not last longer. They dragged me into an underground dungeon and torture me mercilessly. Just because I'm misbehaving, a small mistake I made and release their anger to me.

Love...

What a funny joke. I don't believe in it. I also don't deserve it. I already gave up on it many years ago.

I'm living in such a cruel world. Living with cruel people.

But him...

I'm jealous of him, he had such a lovable family. Most of them are half-blood, only share the same blood of their mother. They loving, caring and cherish each other as family. They have a strong bond. That's the interesting facts I like about the big mom pirates. They may be pirates, a brutal but a bond of this family is very strong. When I look at them, it reminds me of my forgotten past.

Those feeling that already gone and lost in me for a very long time ago...

To be continued...