Lace

chapter 31

Warning: lover boys and pain attacks.

Lacey POV:

The world morphed into a wave of disfigured colors and unorthodox shapes. It was as though I saw the world through the lens of a fish-eyed lens. Morphed and watery. I couldn't stand to look at it. I heard voices, people calling out my name.

"Lace." It sounded as if they were speaking through water.

My skin pricked with goosebumps, but I felt myself sweating. My hand's felt numb, feet cold, and head a mess. I was having a hard time distinguishing the past from the present. Both morphing into a nightmare of unfortunate events. Is this all my life is going to be? A circle of reoccurring events? Like my life was my own personal hell loop?

My breathing grew harder, more shallow as my check caught fire. My lungs burning and mouth drying with distaste. I felt myself rocking, the motion making me dizzy. Then suddenly I'm talking. I don't know what I'm saying, the words coming out of my own mouth were pig Latin.

I felt something warm dripping down my face. A tear. Apparently, I'm crying. I want the world to slow down... the heat, the cold, the spinning, the crying... it's all too much. Then suddenly it became nothing. I crashed. Darkness. I welcomed the familiar comfort warmly.

Erebus:

I got to know the boy my Lace risked her life for. a weak, prideful little thing he turned out to be.

I can't understand how Lace could look up to him and her a hero. He's nothing but a present. A weak little boy that barely managed to keep himself breathing. Had lace not found him, he would have been dead. Eyes swollen, body beaten, drowning in his own blood as she dragged him out of that dump.

But he proved to be useful. He knew things. Things that proved to be dangerous had we not found out about it when we did.

Then he asked to see her. I refused. Then he offered a deal, an exchange of information to see her. "Just once..." he begged weakly. His mouth was swollen around the corners so his words came out as a pathetic slur, "Just let me make sure that she's okay... please, I'll tell you anything you need to know about her." He proposed.

I trust Lace... and I never trust anyone. There are only three people that I trust most in this world, and surprisingly the only one I trusted with my future laid limply in bed, recovering from what I hope to be the worst trauma of her life.

I hate the life that Lace had before. The hardship, pain, suffering. She deserved the best in life, to be surrounded by luxury and never experience the fury of pain. But that's only a fantasy. The world is shaped around pain, and the only thing that I knew how to do was teach Lacey how to tell that pain to fvck itself.

Like a rash, she grew on me over time; the feeling being unconfutable and irregular at first, but over time (unlike a rash) I hoped to never rid of her. From the moment I saw her, running from my men in the abandoned city streets, I saw the fire in her. She burned in the dark streets, and fought like a worrier. I was curious, but still uncertain.

The immediate trust that she brought out in me was unnatural. The fact that the moment I saw her, I saw my future resting in her hands, scared me... but not in an unpleasing way.

But right now, I trusted her enough to believe that when she trusts me, she'll tell me everything that I needed to know. But still, I agreed to the boy's deal as a leverage for the future... not towards lace, but towards him. Maybe he could be useful in the future as well.

So, I agreed, to let him see her. Nothing more.

I commanded Soren to bring the boy to her room on my request, but he wasn't happy. Not that it mattered, but he still voiced his opinion. Like me, he didn't trust this little boy with my Lace.

A few days later, she woke. The feeling of relief that overcame me, shocked me. She made me feel joy in parts of me that I didn't knew were there. It worried me. Made me feel less in control. But I ignored that. Letting the joy (for once) play out.

She looked weak, it pained me. So dependent, and scared... a lot like the person that was once tied up in my basement. I told her to rest. She asked me stay. My heart swelled.

That wasn't supposed to happen.

But I stayed. Once she drifted off, I allowed myself to look at her... really look at her.

Soft. She looked soft. Caramel never looked so beautiful on a woman. Her black hair was tied into a scruffy excuse for a bun, with loose strands falling over her face. On their own accord, my hands found themselves on her face; it was as soft as she looked. I found myself tracing her features, and tucking those rebel strands behind her ear. The action was delicate... so unlike me. Yet so natural.

She looked at peace, but her emotions weren't hidden well in the innocence of her face. Her pain was event in the slight creases of her forehead. But as I looked at her; from the way the warm undertone of her caramel brown skin glowed like honey under the sun, and how to crease of her lips.

God, she looked beautiful.

But not the sort of beauty we were used to. She was no model, and that's perfect. Her cheeks still had traces of baby fat, making her look like a little chipmunk whenever she got angry at me. It usually took all the strength in me not to go over her and pinch those cheeks like a child... but I didn't want to anger her anymore.

Her nose was rather long in comparison to the rest of her face, consisting of the smallest, most dainty features, and her skin wasn't flawless. I wouldn't expect it to be. She grew up among dirt and grime, not dermatologist and salicylic acid.

But still, when I looked at her I realised that no amount of unrealistic beauty could compare to one greatest asset: strength.

It scared me to think that if I could stay like this forever, I would.

But we can't.

***

beacuse reaching 9K is more important than the fact that I'm failing chemistry.

i promise, things will get more action packed in the forthcoming chapters. but since we reached 9k lets treat ouselves to come mushy Erebus. .

and beofre youll go around thinking that this is going to be some cliche... its not.

sooo,

till next time!

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~Vigo.

ps. this chapter is going out to the love of my life's baby. Congragulations Zayn. you know, it would be really cool of one of my readers just comments here about how they actually know Zayn and he would love to meet me. lol. I'm not kidding.