Chapter 4

Elysia's POV

"Elysia!" Jake's whispers of fear still reverberated in my ears as he fell to the ground, trimmed in his blood. The sound of the gunshot still tinkling in my head. 

I lunged my hand forward only to get squashed by the man that I've not only come to loathe but wanted to kill. Every bone in my body, bleeding for revenge. 

"Arrrghhh!" I deplored in pain as my gape met Damon's. His eyes shimmered red, but that didn't affect me. I wanted to see him lying lifeless on the floor just like Jake, maybe then I can forgive him.

"Did you detest me that much to sleep with my enemy?" 

I couldn't help but scoffed at his words as gashes rolled down my cheeks. Enemy? If I knew any of his I would have killed him years back. I wouldn't let myself tolerate this much, I will rather be in jail than let him take advantage of me this way. 

"I loved you Elysia, but you had to do this. Now you are nothing but the mother of my kids." 

"You know no love Damon, your love is as toxic as your nature. You don't deserve my love." I spat on his shoes. His paws were still on my fingers, grating each bone of mine. I couldn't feel the pain, the only pain I could feel was the excruciating witness to Jake's death. If I knew my indulgence with him would cost him his life, I would have stayed away.

He was someone I have come to feel concerned for. I was going to give myself a second chance at love and elation with Jake, but now, even that fragile moment of pleasure I've enjoyed has been washed away in a split second. I had to watch him die, and it's all because of Damon. 

I had nothing to say to him, if only he knew that I don't consider him nor the kids to be my family. They were nothing but nightmares to me. Every morning I wake up to a nightmare nastiest than the ones I've encountered in the dream world. I preferred going back to bed, to walking the nooks of my house with their pictures hung on every corner of the wall. How fast did I get here?

***

"Fix this," Damon said to his guards. And then, he brandished my arm yet again hauling me towards the door. I was reticent at first, but I knew better, that anything I do would be nothing but useless. I let the tears prickling my eyes fall helplessly on my cheeks. Chiseling each sight of Jake lying lifeless to remind myself that I needed revenge on his death and the past five years of my life that have been ransacked from me. I've only wanted to run away but now, all I want is to make Damon's life as dreary as he is making mine. 

I want to see him with eyes always filled with nothing but pain. I want to see him shattered, with nothing left to hold on to. I will make him feel like I am currently-helpless.

***

Lying in the bathtub, I was inundated in Jake's blood but I couldn't bring myself to wash it away. I felt like going on TV and letting the world know of my pain, but that was impossible, I wouldn't make it out there, and I'm certain that my family would be affected. I can't always be this fragile.

I turned on the tap and let myself get soaked in the bathtub. The water rapidly turned red, the color of love and hate.

The apathy of the water made goosebumps appear on my skin and suddenly I could feel my weak eyelids closing as my brain instantly felt relaxed. Instantly the darkness welcomed me and when I opened my eyes, I almost got blinded by the glint of sun that shone brightly through the bathroom's window. 

"Was it morning or noon?" I don't know how long I slept, but I certainly know we had come home late the day before.

I stepped out of the bathtub and stood underneath the shower, then let warm water run through my body. 

***

Walking into the room covered in my robe, my ears were suddenly welcomed with the report of the dead body found in a hotel.

I instantly spun around. My eyes wafted at the tv as my lips parted in shock. It was Jake, they found his body. I suddenly squirmed as the fear of getting caught as his lover made me frightened that I instantly sprawled to the floor. 

"I thought Damon had told his guards to fix it? How come the body was still found?" 

My hand instantly swiveled into a fist and suddenly there was a bang on the door that almost made my heart lunge out of my chest.

I couldn't bring myself to respond, as my brain kept wondering who the hell it was. Suddenly I heard a familiar voice, as it called out to me.

"Hello madam, are you in there?" Madeline the head staff said in a whispering tone.

"What do you want?" I squealed. 

"The police are here, they want to talk to you." She responded by screeching.

My hands instantly clenched my robe as my heart was beating erratically. I couldn't say a word nor could my feet move an inch. Was I going to get reprimanded for his death? Is this Damon's plan? I thought he took care of it. Is he trying to give me up to the police? 

My brain couldn't stop whizzing around as I kept asking myself questions that the answer was right behind the closed door. 

For a while I was frozen, and before I could get my senses right, the door opened making my soul almost separate from me. My teeth were gritting, as my eyes were fixed below the door waiting to see the person who walks through it. 

One step forward, I could tell who it was. The conniving bastard. He had the nerve to come to me at this crucial point. I thought I was nothing but the mother of his kids, would he send me to jail and stain his kids' reputation?

"I see you aren't ready to go out there yet? Oh, or are you frightened?" 

His accent really had to be apparent. If only I had a gun here with me, I would gladly shoot at him, then walk out of this door with a smile on my face. The happiest day of my life would be.

"Quiet? Of course, why wouldn't you be? Your lover has been found dead, and you were with him the night before. Hmm, so complicated. Even the police would be cautious of how they would question you around me since it involves a man you constantly spent the night with. What a cheating wife. That would be the words buried in their mind as they question you. Their eyes will keep meandering the house, wondering why you would cheat, and when they leave, they will talk between themselves and say women can never be satisfied. Pitifully, that is nothing but the truth."

Damon's parody only made me pity myself. I've never imagined I would ever be placed in a such situation. I was going to be a mockery of the city, is that the game he wants to play?

I scowled at him. My eyes huddled tears as I clasped my lips to the side, trying to keep in the pains that were lancing my heart and ripping it apart. But I had to survive this, only that way I can plan my revenge, and until then, I will have to leave by his rules. I can't go to jail. 

"You know I can't go to jail?" I said to him, soliciting his help. My eyes instantly clutched shut. I just implored him. Something I vowed never to do. But left without a choice, he finally broke me.

"Those aren't the words I'm expecting to hear. Elysia, those aren't the words you are supposed to say." 

His lips touched my ears. I savaged my lower lips trying to contain the urge to break every bone in his body. Even though I was to attack him, there is no possible way I can win against him. He was someone that went to the gym both morning and evening despite his busy schedule. 

"Say it." He tugged both my arms from behind me and then creaked in my ears. I tried to contain the pain but my silent moans soon echoed in the room as I became frustrated.

Suddenly there was another knock on the door, and it was Madeline. The police had sent another reminder. I could hear Damon's giggles as he felt nothing but pleasure seeing me tremble.

I had no choice, I had to beg for his help.

I felt his grip released from me, and slowly he veers me around and held up my chin.

"Look at me." He ordered and I fixed my gaze at him. My lips let out silent whines. 

"Now beg for your life." He ordered again as he tugged my shoulder and presses down on me with his vitality and instantly I fell to my knees.

"Beg Elysia, beg." His brows raised and his lips warped.