Whether it was the notion that she knew him, or the trust she unconsciously developed for him. Whatever it was, she entertained the thought for now.
No matter how scary, terrifying, or frightening he may appear, she knew,he’dnever hurt her. Not intentionally though.
Kaelith read her gaze, and with difficulty, he tore his gaze from her barely covered body and looked into her eyes.“Have a good night. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Amara could only nod, the words died into her mouth. Unable to hold his intense gaze, she averted her eyes to his jaw. Well-defined, with sharp angles, contributing to his manly and masculine look. It only etched her to run her fingers along the edges to test their sharpness.
Even though he said good night, Kaelith couldn’t bring himself to move. It was like she cast a spell on him that left him soul-struck. The more he looked at her, the more she was pulling him towards her.
Looking enchanting standing there, the wind blowing through the curtains brushing through her hair. Eyes filled with sparks he missed in those years, so beautiful and so magical the way she hypnotized him.
Kaelith poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue and took a step back. And then another one back with so much control. Recalling her injuries and trying to control himself.
Amara watched with wide fearful and anticipated eyes as he chuckled to himself and stopped near the doorframe.
Giving a last glance her way, he exited the room before locking the door behind him. As soon as he left, Amara took in a shivering breath.
Whatjusthappened?Whydidithappen?Howcouldsheletithappen?Somethingthatwas socially wrong and was not accepted in the society.
Now that he was not here to manipulate her feelings, she could finally think straight. It took her two minutes to find her way to the bed all while stumbling and falling on the bed on her face and letting out a frustrated scream into the mattress.
Good Gracious!
The door of the room opened as Amara’s head whipped in that direction. As soon as Amara’s eyes landed on the familiar warmth of her gaze, Amara sprung to her feet.
“Martha!” Amara beamed.“I missed you! How are you!?”
“Amara…” Martha’s eyes flickered to Amara’s face as her eyes watered. Taking a stumbling step towards the young woman, Martha engulfed the girl in her arms.
“What happened, my child? How could be…” Martha broke into sobs looking at the bandages onAmara’sfragile body. The tears continued falling as Amara gathered broken Martha into her arms hissing as the bandages shifted slightly. Yet she kept her pain to herself and pulled the crying Martha towards the bed.
“Here, sit down. Why are you crying? I am here. With you. Nothing happened to me. I am fine. Look.” Amara twirled and Martha’s sobs became more hit-wrenching.
Amara’s smile dropped as she couldn’t understand if did she something wrong.
“Hey, hey.” Amara sighed hugging Martha. Both of them stayed that way for some time. Amara feels horrible for making Martha worry this way. No matter how deep her wounds were, she didn’t want anyone to pity her. That would only show how weak and helpless she was. How she had no control over her life.
Amara despised the vulnerability that clung to her like a shadow. The pity and sympathy of others cut deeper than Rafael's belt ever could, leaving wounds that lingered in the depths of her soul. Amara gently pulled away, wiping the tears from Martha's cheeks.
“I'm here, and I'm okay.” She whispered, masking her disruption behind a reassuring smile.
“No, no, my child. You’re not fine, this is not fine.” Martha sniffed motioning to her bandages. Amara’s smile wavered, unsure what should she say.
“I didn't mean to worry you,” She sighed, her voice a delicate echo.
Martha could understand where this was going. And she couldn’t help but feel anger.
When Kaelith brought bleeding Amara into the mansion, Martha felt her heart stop beating, as her world collided with ashes and dust.
The once smooth skin was slashed with the ugly and bruising whips. Her clothes were tatteredand her body limp. At that moment, Martha saw her daughter in her.
Martha cried, and cried, cause that’s all she could do when the doctor treated her wounds.
She couldn’t even dare ask Kaelith what happened to Amara. She had never seen Kaelith this angry and roaring like a lion. After bringing Amara to the mansion, he left. Martha was confused about why would he leave Amara in this state.
But when he came back, his blazer was drenched in blood, white shirt soaked with specks of crimson. It wasn’t the first time Martha had seen this side of him, but this was the first when Kaelith’s eyes gleamed with darkness instead of that satisfaction of killing someone.
His eyes were empty, hollow if she put it in more exact words, but what scared her more was the flicker of something darker within them. The emptiness was a void she could almost understand, but that subtle, ominous spark hinted at depths she feared to explore.
