Bound To A Bully

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. His aunt once called to tell me to stay away from Lincoln because she feared I might take her son's life like I took their daughter's. Does Lincoln also keep the same thought

im, well, of course, keeping a distance between us. I raise my h

Even if I break down before him, he will never understand the rea

st like those colors- grey, black and white. I am familiar with them as they are what I see around me, so

f look at him for one last time. I can't tell if we will meet again, so I let my greedy eyes take hi

cigarette in his hand. "Wo

h anything during my recovery stage. I heard that addiction has the power to give mom

ing forward to help the brothers like him from losing his sister, but it will be differen

to look at me with nothing in his eyes.

ly, I look at the water sparkling in the moonlight. Water scares me, yet I keep

nowhere close to soothing me. Puffing the smock out of his lips, he tugs hi

trand behind my ear, I blink my eyes a couple of times to push back tears threatening to escape my eyes. He shouldn't see my

on the ground before crushing it harshly under his boots in a rage. I feel my hea

de of my head. I have never felt so intimidated before in my life. It makes me

g feeling in me. My breath catches my throat when his breath fans over my face when he

uts. It hurts me so immensely that I can't help my tears anymore. Tears streak down my ey

h torment he puts me through. "Do you want me to tell you to stay like last time?" I see conflicting emotions start gathering in hi

hurts e

The unfortunate incident with Lincoln's sister erases my childhood m

uilt with my brother. I thought I would be okay with Lincoln as we needed that healing, but now I feel like I forced him into it. He

didn't have anything, he fought hard to reach where he is now except for those things he does or should I say have to? He doesn't have a

am a human. I can't pretend I care when I don't, and this guy wouldn't have said this to me if he had thought hard about my

l remind him of the time he made me suffer f

test because of the impact of the hit, hi

re he says something, I spat, biting my trembling lips to stop myself from sobbing

I never begged him to love me back or even wanted his affection, but this. . .his hat

ne?" He spats, which leaves me shuddering in dread in my place. "You. . .love me?" He

ces. "Meredith was always nice to me when I was at her house, living as a poor maid's daughter. I didn't know who I had lost, but I had felt empty for the last four years without any memory. I can't even remember my

nything in his defense. And I don'

at girl kissing on his lap beside Logan. Everyone in the hall noticed that. He looked unfazed then by those eyes on him. Oblivio

but I can't put up

-needed reality check, and I am taking his

ip cost one life is still a mystery to me, but his sister's death leaves me guilty. I can n

ard without you, but I will be happy knowing you have someone to lean on." He also says nothing but stares at me only. Yet I tell him when he turns stiffer the more he hears m

k, I turn around an

owards me. How have I forgotten those days he captivated me in that beautifully horrible cage on his island for six days? He did

nly to make me want to push through all the obstacles the world throws in my way. He ha

I leave the banquet a

tes. My pain is mine alone, and I can't break

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luggage out of my room to the living room. After checking my passport and ticket, I pu

ven my brother, knows about the time. Maxim will know about my departure eventually, as he has his people watching over me, a

hem here in this city after some mon

as that my tomboy appearance? Or me, being

eat, I pull th

ound four, maybe because of the vibration of my phone that I left on the bedside table.

ten minutes. Could you please not let anyone get close to him?" Damn, where the hell is

ng coat on my nighty and leave my apartment in a hurry. Thankfully, I have short

ell is wro

about what I am doing a

nything left between us or mend things up, but my heart. . .I have no control over it. An

oking very tense. I pass the key to him and stumble forward when I hear the ear

and for the first time in my life, I

mansion. Climbing the small staircase, we reach the door when the man says, "I tried Sir Logan and Eleanor and other people's numbers, but they didn't pick up the call

ticing him smuggling to unlock the door with the keys in his hand, it rips the air from me

es to calm himself down, "I call whoever I know to confirm the passcode, but. . .I can't remember it. I tried to. . .my mind is not working. W-what should I do?" My throat feels

d it scare me, but I almost broke down. Controlling my emotions, I smile at him reassuringly, "We will find a way. Nothing will h

way, m

ied steps, swallowing hard when Lincoln

ope Lincoln is okay. The decision to leave him forever and we might not meet again is already breaking me inside. And then,