Chapter 25
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It's painful running but I can't stop myself from doing it. It only seems okay; I get locked up in my room and breathe in the scent of my bed. It will calm my nerves.
If there is any open wound from my fall from earlier, I can't say because my mind is pretty preoccupied.
How on earth would I know what Diana must have told Liam? When and where did she meet him?
I need to see him tonight, I'd have to devise a way to sneak out of the pack house no matter what.
Entering my safe space, my room. I closed the door and locked it immediately after. If there is something I wouldn't want tonight, it is an unwanted visit from Aiden.
Just like I thought, a knock came. His hand rapped gently on my door at first before hitting harder.
I held my throbbing head in my hand as I felt like telling him off with a shout, but my throat was dry; I would need water to achieve that.
I only want my personal space without all these. Is it too much to ask?
'Moon?" He called.
'Please open up the door." He pleaded.
He was beginning to get on my nerves. Can't he just have some decency at least?
What's with him jumping from one woman to the next right under their nose?
'I can explain."
'EXPLAIN WHAT!?" I wanted to yell, but I kept my lips clamped and my eyes closed as I kept rocking my body back and forth, praying for him to just disappear and never show his face again.
Right now, I only wanted to think of Liam and what he must be going through.
Finally, the knocks stopped, and I breathed a sigh of relive; walking towards the mirror in my room, I stared back at the tired lady looking back at me.
My hair was in a mess, and my eyes were reddish and swollen. What on earth have I done to deserve this sort of treatment? A deed from my past life?
I am mistaken about Aiden because his knocks come again.
'Get the FUCK out of my space. GET OUT!" I yell surprising myself, my hand scattering my already scattered hair while still looking at myself in the mirror.
I barely use the F word but I am already overfed with his trash. I could care less if I was disturbing some others with my loud mouth, but at this point, I cared for nothing except to see Liam and let him know how sorry I was.
What the hell does he want? Will he be satisfied when I finally drop dead?
There is silence for a while but soon, I see something slid in from the narrow space beneath my door.
A paper. Curious, I tiptoe towards it, and it. It read: [I know you are still hungry, meet me at the store. I will be waiting.]
My stomach gave a low rumble at that. The temptation is high, but I am determined to resist it; I can't risk getting caught by the man Diana is interested in.
'I will be waiting." He whispered, and I heard his receding steps.
My dress is dried out already but the residue of the stench from being soaked earlier still follows me. Entering into the bath, I scrub my body thoroughly so my hair isn't left out.
Rising the soapy leather off me, I feel my tears drop from bad memories that keep my throat clogged and my vocal tract restricted.
Stepping out of the bath, naked, I walked into the room towards the mirror.
I loved looking at my expression in the mirror fully clothed, but seeing my reflection without clothes in the mirror was a different case. I can't remember the last time I saw myself this way in the mirror.
I felt like closing my eyes to my ugly body, but I didn't do it; I only looked intensely at myself in the mirror before tracing every scar my fingers could reach. Each of them came with memories of their own, causing her tears to continually flow without a stop.
Reaching out for my towel, I dry myself clean, same with my hair. While other girls have hair dryers or whatever it is called for themselves, I am only allowed to use my towel.
A life I am forced to live.
Dropping the towel and looking once again at the mirror, I rub my puffy eyes and cheek before reaching for my worn-out comb.
Taking it without looking, I take my time to come out of my curly hair and any form of tangled hair.
I can't stand for long, I am suddenly shaky, so I plop down on my chair with my towel still on it, now beneath my butt.
Seeing it is perfectly combed out, I braid it all around before tucking it in so no part is out. It takes a bit for me to put my hand down to take a break in between.
My braid isn't perfect but who cares? Oh, maybe Liam does but this is the best I can do tonight.
I jump in fright, a yelp escaping my lips when I hear a gentle knock again on the door.
Ignoring the knock, I went to my wardrobe and selected a greenish A-cut long gown with flowery prints on it.
Taking my time to dress up, I walked cautiously towards the door and listened for any footsteps. When there is none, I open the door but I am surprised by the package left in front of it.
It is so wrapped that it doesn't look like what Aiden would do. Taking a closer look at it but of course, without touching it, I see 'An apology" well written on it.
I feel tempted to touch it, but what if something weird happens after that? What if I am framed for stealing?
Is this one of their tricks? I am about to overlook when something else catches my attention; there is another note almost completely tucked beneath the parcel with a part of it poking out.
It reads: [I know you must be doubting the sincerity of this but believe me, I mean no harm. I am taking the risk by keeping it at your door. Please accept it and forgive me if possible.]
After reading the content of the paper, I look around, but my eyes meet the empty hallway.
Who could it be? It doesn't look like Aiden's scattered handwriting.
