Chapter 115 UNHEALED
LUCIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.
“You crazy bastard.” I scoffed as I stared at the pictures strewn out across the table. The sight of it did something to me. All I could feel was rage… and it felt like it burned hotter and more consuming than I’d ever felt before
He shrugged, and tsked; the sound felt like acid against raw wounds before he said.. “Believe it or not, it doesn’t change what this is. Sloane was always mine…..she just made sure to fool you long enough to think anyone would love you after your mother died.”
My hands clenched instantly like a reflex action, as my jaw jerked with the need to break his.
“Do not mention my mother.” My voice was low, so low that even I was shocked at how deadly it sounded. The fucker knew better than to mention her, but the fact that he did, after all we’ve been through together, all he knows about her……he’s going straight to hell for it.
“Oh, please, you and I both know I’m right. Besides, Sloane and I are meant to be, so just do us a favour, and leave my girl alone.”
I was about to speak, but that small voice in my head warned… ‘Watch him, Lucien….closely.’
So I did.
I paused, and I stared at the fucker, my eyes running over his entire body calmly, waiting and watching for anything out of place. His leg bobbed slightly. Almost like he was anxious. I took in the slight sheen of sweat on his neck, the way his hands shook before he tried to hide it from my line of vision.
I chuckled low, my mind running with each second that passed. I’d seen through the fucker.
With a smirk, I stared him in the eye, his dark ones looking straight at me with a false sense of bravado. “You think this measly attempt at breaking Sloane and i-“ I mused, picking the pathetic images without breaking eye contact with the bastard. “Would be enough to make me turn from her side. You see…” I licked my lips and leaned on the table so I could come down to his height.
“Sloane and I; we’re what you’d call a team.” His eyes flashed with something dark and sinister before he broke eye contact with me. “So if you think this is enough, I’d advise you to go get something far stronger. Because if there's one thing about me, I do not care about Sloane cheating, even though I know she didn’t and would never.
But if the world suddenly became oval, or hell froze over, or cows started eating bloody meat and stopped being herbivores, maybe then, I’ll believe you….and I’ll leave her. But you should know, Sloane’s mine….she’ll always be mine.
Not even this bullshit attempt can change that.
So I’ll tell you to take this shit and choke on it. At least before I bash your teeth so badly that you’re fucking scraping the remains from the back of your throat years later.”
He doesn’t say anything at that for a few minutes, his dark eyes glazing over as he chews on the inside of his mouth. For a moment, he just swallows and sips on some of the drink in front of him before he fixes me with a harsh glare.
“You think you’re something, don’t you?” He spits, his lips curled in a mean snarl.
“My girlfriend certainly thinks I am,” I replied with a lazy, condescending smirk.
“You pathetic-“ He starts, but I interrupt;
“No, I’m not pathetic. I’m not the one making doctored images of myself with someone else’s girlfriend just to split them up.” I remarked. “Seriously, Killian, I never expected something so pathetic from you. What’s the matter? Can’t get them to hit anymore?”
My pout was mocking, and he saw it, because his face turned red with embarrassment.
“You know something, you might be laughing now, but you won’t in the next few minutes. You know why?” He said, smiling secretly like he knew something I didn’t, and that… that made my heart race.
“No, but I’m sure you’ll tell me.”
“The world right now….they’ve seen these images, and they think Sloane’s a fucking whorish two-timer. They’ll fucking tear her to pieces. And you know what, after that, she’ll hate you so much that it will drive her to my arms, leaving you in the fucking cold.
And after that, you’ll be left all alone again, just like over a decade ago when your mother abandoned you.”
He begins to laugh after that, the sound warping in my memory, as the image of my mother with her bloody, pale lips floods my vision. Her hands, which would be filled with blood-stained tissues as she tried to hide how much pain she was in, just so we could play, just so she could hide me from Eldric’s drunken rage.
He wants to take Sloane from me just like Eldric took my mother from me….. I’ll fucking bury him.
Before I knew it, I was on him. My fists pummelled into his face visciously, as I smashed them against his jaw, his teeth, his fucking face. All I could see was red, the image of my mother slowly warping into that of Sloane.
Bloody.
Sickly.
Pale.
Dying.
No one will take her from me… she won’t become like my mother.
She won’t leave me………she’s not going to abandon me.
No!
SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.
I stared at my dad, my confusion increasing by the minute, but he didn’t say anything. He just stares back at me, his eyes guarded.
“You really won’t tell me what the hell is going on?” He doesn’t say anything for a moment, and finally, he lets out an exhale, and says;
“There are things on the internet…….pictures, and screenshots of conversations that make it seem like you and Killian are together…..and that you cheated on Lucien with him.”
“What?” I echoed and walked over to my computer. “Who the hell would think or do that?”
“I don’t know, but… the comments were horrible. I don’t want you seeing that.” He said, but I could barely hear him. I could only focus on the ringing in my ears as I tried not to vomit at the sight before me. There were about five pictures in total… but they all made it seem like Killian and I were together.
What the fuck?!
“I barely even spoke to the guy! The only time we really talked was months ago, and Lucien and the other guys were there. We’ve never been alone. What the hell are these conversations?!” I said, my heart pounding as my eyes flew over the comments.
‘Sloane has always been a whore; I’m just happy someone can finally see it.’
Someone with the username RXA commented, and there were hundreds of comments agreeing with her. These people don’t even fucking know me.
How could anyone do this to me?
I thought as I fought the urge to cry. My lips wobbled slightly from the force of my unshed tears, as I tried not to panic.
Lucien was here…Lucien will fix everything for me.
“But you don’t believe them, right? You would never think that I would do such a thing, right, Dad?” I asked, my heart shattering at the thought of him ever thinking that I would be someone like that.
He smiled softly and walked over to me. Wrapping his arms around me, he kissed my forehead and whispered gently, “Of course I do. I just wish I could protect you from all this.”
“I don’t even know why anyone would do this to me.” I sobbed into his chest.
“It’s gonna be okay. We’ll get to the bottom of this and make sure they all pay.” He said, wrapping his arms tighter around me.
I inhaled his comforting scent for a few seconds, before I pulled back with determination steeling in my guts; “Let's go.”