Olivia’s POV
I didn’t sleep
I didn’t cry either.
I remained by the corner of the room, the events replaying in my head over and over again, it felt like it was just now that I found those pictures, it felt like I could still see Luca hurting him, it felt like I could still hear his words haunting .
The bag, which had everything is still outside, I am sure Luca has seen it, Luca knows that I know and he would never let leave.
I sat on the ground, watching the blood dry from underneath my fingernail like it belonged to .
It didn’t.
He made watch
He made even more scared, he made prettified and then he stopped because I didn’t want him to anymore.
The thoughts in my head still made feel crazy, why is he doing this, what did he know about more, how long has he known about before Conrad sold , did he even sell , or rather did Luca get all of these information after he bought , to know more about the person he paid money for.
One thing I know for sure is that I never know when Luca is going to snap, today it’s Stanley, tomorrow it could be, he could still punish for trying to leave, but he won’t kill , but he will hurt .
The room felt quiet when I heard the door open and Luca walked in, his scent filled my nostrils when I glanced at him, for a second before I looked away from him.
"Stanley is alive." He spoke and I didn’t dare say a word, I felt a bit better, I could never live knowing I have the blood of a man on my hands, knowing he died because of , because of sothing I had done.
Luca’s movents headed toward he kept leaning slowly like an animal trying to ta a weaker one, he crouched down and my eyes t his.
"You tried to leave Olivia."
"I found the pictures," I whispered against my breath, he didn’t look shocked, I realized he must have seen it by now, his n must have shown him the bag I tried to run away with, I didn’t only try to leave him, I also tried to steal from him.
"You are scared of , you think I am a monster."
"You tried to un alive a man right in front of , you didn’t even care that he could have a family, maybe a son or a daughter waiting for him to co ho, you didn’t care that this blood won’t only be on your hands but mine," I whispered yelled when I looked away.
His eyes t mine for a second. When he used his fingertips to guide my gaze and my eyes t his again, my eyes glimred with tears, I can’t stop thinking about it even if I wanted to.
"I am not the monster, you are going to realise that quite soon, and for the pictures, I have no apology for that, neither do I have any explanation."
"Why, why did you have to know so much about , you could have asked," I whispered.
"You won’t have said the word."
"Just can you answer a question honestly?" I whispered against my breath, the words were at the tip of my lips, my breath filled with uncertainty, I would not even believe him but I needed to hear it.
Luca didn’t have any reason to lie to and his eyes, and his eyes would give him away.
"I didn’t force Conrad to sell you." He finally spoke as if he were reading my mind. "I never asked your husband to sell you to , he thought it would be a good idea, I never forced your husband for any of that, if he needed money, he could have worked for , worked hard and he would be rewarded but-"
"He is too proud to do that, he didn’t want to stay loyal to one person and he didn’t think he wanted you to work for soone like you because he never liked you." I breathed out and I looked away.
I know my husband and I know he will do anything to satisfy his ego.
I didn’t speak to Luca, I only looked away, I didn’t want to talk to him still, I have a lot going on, and right now, I can’t even deal with the plan of being nice, he won’t trust if I did.
He pulled away form for a second before he leaned in again and he placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, he moved his lips to my ears and I felt a wave of shiver run down my spine, I wanted to push him away yet I didn’t, I was scared of what he will do is I tried to do that.
"I am never a monster, at least not to you and I will show you." He spoke, his tone gentle and calming, his voice alluring for a second when his eyes t mine, I didn’t dare stare at him before he headed out of the room.
I could still feel his heat, his scent radiating through my body, I could still feel his gaze on even though he was gone and all I wanted to do was not feel, I didn’t want to think about him.
Those pictures said enough to get him making sure Stanley is fine to an extent he has people taking care of him and my husband, a man who would rather cater to his ego than . My eyes filled with heavy tears.
I found myself on the bed and I stared at the ceiling, if I had stayed with my parents, never run, maybe I would have never t Luca or even Conrad.
I finally found myself by the window again as the rain ticked against the window and a tear slipped out of my eyes, what if he had died tonight, I would have never been able to look myself in the mirror, I would hate for what I would have done, I would hate for the things I have caused.
I can recall every event that took place, it felt like just yesterday when I t Conrad, when he saw and our eyes danced aghast the whole ti, it felt like it was forever when I left the house, been I told him that I would never leave him and I would never.
I guess between both of us, there is a ti our love died and w didn’t know about it, there was a ti we didn’t see each other all of the ti and I got okay with it, how could I have done that, there was a ti I didn’t seem to care that he is not ho until I wanted to care, and then he didn’t, it was always a montarily lapse.
It felt like all this happened just yesterday and now he sold to soone else, and now he sold to soone I never thought I would ever be with, and now it feels like a nightmare.
I headed out of my room, the hallways quiet and calm.
There was a sound, like simple banging against one of the doors.
It was subtle and low, like the person is tired and worn it.
I didn’t dare head toward that place, I know never to pay heed to things that didn’t concern , I know better than to listen to what is not mine.
Yet sothing inside felt like I needed to listen to that voice, it felt like I needed to hear what it had to say, I moved toward the door, my breath hitches as my hand shook when I headed toward the last door
"Please help ." I heard a strained voice, my eyes filled with tears when I recognized it. He kept him here, I didn’t think he would be anywhere near this place, I didn’t think that he would even be kept here, maybe he wanted him to be safe.
"Please." I heard the voice again and my eyes filled with tears, I didn’t know how to feel; it’s my fault I could still recall the way he yelled and the way he begged, the way he didn’t run away because he would not let him, the way everything that happened and it scared , it worried , and now he is here.
I stepped back. Without saying a word, I didn’t know what to say, I couldn’t help him, helping him would not be good, it would not lead to any good.
Luca won’t want to open the door, he didn’t want to co close to that side and he will be pissed if I do, I made my way into my room and I found myself in my forr position and form up there, I could see Luca staring at through the window.
Like he knows what I have done
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