"It was you," He whispered, it sent chills down her spine.
"No! I-I wasn't--" She struggled to find the words.
He shook his head, his blue eyes glowing behind the shaded glasses.
"I loved you," He spoke, his voice rising with rage, "I loved you and you betrayed me, left me for the vultures!"
Tears crept into her eyes, "Christian, I didn't-"
She reached out to touch his arm, but he shrugged her off, trembling with anger.
"You're trash," He spat at her, "In fact, I'm glad. I'm glad that boy raped you and left you bleeding in the street all those years ago, my only regret is that he didn't make sure you were already dead."
She clenched her teeth together, and tears streamed down her pale face.
"You bastard," her hands clenched into fists and shook violently, "How dare you-"
Christian spun around to face her, his blue eyes were cold and emotionless, "Leave. You filthy whore, I hope you go to hell."
She screamed in rage and pulled the black hand gun from under her shirt, pointing it at him. Her arms shook, barely able to finger the trigger.
Christian's eyes grew wide and he took a step back, "Mara," his voice was quiet and filled with something she didn't recognize,
"Die," she whispered.
"You're unbearable!" He kicks her with utter contempt. "Please tell me where I'm wrong, causing you discomfort was not my intention," she said crying, causing him to hit her against the ground again. "Do you think you can live with good intentions? Didn't you have all the time you wanted to change and learn? You still dare to ask for more!" He yells at her with hatred, he blamed her for being the one will cause a woman to be beaten; He didn't want to be that kind of man. However, what he lived with her caused him to bring out what he hated the most about himself from within. -Forget it love- said a woman who was next to her- it's not worth it- this dog was supposed to be her friend, she was supposed to support her just like she did; however he managed so that he and she hated each other and thus be able to steal it. The woman on the floor does not know how much she was framed and harmed by her naivety, nor did she know that this was the beginning of her misfortunes. Because of that woman she did not stop suffering, wherever she went she suffered verbal or physical abuse and everything was orchestrated by this woman; she didn't know until she was about to faint. "Why?" She asked this unarmed woman without knowing why she hated him so much. She never did anything to hurt him. She just laughed viciously without answering him, she didn't have to waste her time with an insect; leaving La to die imprisoned in the house where she was kidnapped. "Answer me!" She got up from her bed screaming "Eh? This looks like my room; Did I reincarnate myself in the past?" She ran to the bathroom just to see that her assumption was correct. She thanked the heavens for this second chance by promising that she wouldn't be fooled a second time.