25A Chapter by Dark Angel ~
I know I'm stupid for choosing to go with him. I know the risks I'm facing. I know there's a small possibility of him killing me.
But I love Liam. At the moment, I wish I didn't, I wish I loved Michael- that would've made things so much easier. But I don't love Michael, not the way he loves me, and certainly not the way I loved Liam. Me loving Liam wasn't a choice- not like it was with Mike- it was a need. I needed, had to love Liam, I had to have him, and had to make sure he was mine.
That's why I allowed myself to follow him, knowing that I'd go through nothing but pain for quite a while. This won't last forever. I kept telling myself. Whether 'this' meant the pain, or my relationships with him, I have no idea.
So far, I've been with him a week. A long, painful week. He hasn't tried hurting me yet- which I thank Goddess for- but just being around him, knowing it's not him has killed me. There have been long, long silences between us where there was once long, active conversations. The looks we've shared aren't half as meaningful... I felt like tackling him, slapping him back and forth to make him realize it's me. The girl he's loved and wanted all his life... But that won't help.
What made it worse is that sometimes, I could see, sense him fighting. My Liam wanted out, but he was too weak.
I'll save you, Liam. One day, you'll be back.
"Is that a promise you're making?" Liam (Goddess, it's so hard to call him Liam sometimes) asked during dinner, his voice making me jump- I hadn't realized I thought so loud.
"Er, no Master-" Yeah, he was making me call him b*****d. "I... uhm... stray piece of a dream, Master." I lied.
"Describe this dream to me, Isibell." He said smoothly.
Aw, f**k! I hate you, f*****g b*****d, go burn in the Hell you came from! But I covered these thoughts with stuttering "I-I.. er... m-Master, must I?"
"I would very much like to hear it, sweetheart." I pretended to be flustered by him calling me sweetheart, when in reality, it creeped me out now.
"Well, Master... I, uh, I heard you screaming... you were being held against your will..."
"Isibell, why do you lie to me?" He interrupted.
"Why do you have to make up some dream to cover up the fact that you long for my weaker half?"
I stood from the table and walked over to him, my eyes on the floor.
He slapped me, shocking me into falling on the floor. "B***h! Get up." He hissed, his onyx eyes flaming.
"Liam-" Got kicked for calling him Liam. I gritted my teeth, fighting the tears that wanted to fall from my eyes.
"Go to your room, Isibell. You won't be finishing dinner tonight." He said, before getting up and going to his rooms.
"F**k." I muttered, checking for broken anythings. I sighed, happy I was alright and walked to my very well furnished room (which was the only good thing about my predicament).
Goddess, please help. I can't deal with this much longer. He's killing me. Goddess, save your child, reclaim your angel. I prayed. As always, I felt her warmth, her promise to me telling me that my prayer would be answered. When?
Hopefully soon would be before- certainly not after- he beat me to death.
© 2011 Dark Angel ~
Added on August 6, 2011
Last Updated on August 6, 2011
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