Chapter 64 - No Excuse?
**Camelia's POV:**
Me and Lucifer stood face to face.
"Why the fuck are you here?" I glared at him.
"I am alive and healthy. And most importantly I am back to my beautiful form by the grace of God. Are you disappointed now? Did you want me dead?" I questioned.
He smiled at me. But it looked almost sincere, genuine.
"I am glad to know that you are beautiful as ever."
Glad my ass!
"Lucifer, I want to suggest you something. You are a good-looking man and have great acting skill. If your mafia business doesn’t work out anymore, try for acting. I am sure you will outshine everyone with your skill and may earn Oscar one day." I jibed.
He didn’t say anything, the small smile on his face disappeared.
"Won't you come back to me ever?" He questioned.
Nerve of this fucking bastard!
"You told me that you don’t need me anymore. You already kicked me out of your life. How dare you to come here and say that to me?" I bellowed. My eyes were emitting rage. So much rage.
Instantly, my head started to ache. No matter what, I was still weak. Doctors advised me not to take any stress or mental pressure.
I let out a sigh.
"What do you want, Lucifer?" I queried. I didn’t want to argue. All I wanted was go back to Atlanta, to where my family was.
"Preciosa, let's go back with me. I was wrong, I realized my mistake."
"Come back with you? I would better die than going back with you." I sneered.
"Give me a chance.".
"Lucifer, don't you have any excuse? Or any reason to give me? At least give me one no matter how fucking bullshit it is! Why did you do this to me?"
He closed his eyes and shook his head.
This time his silence drew tears from my eyes. I blinked repeatedly but couldn’t stop those.
"Lucifer, no matter how cruel you were to me, if you gave me an excuse, I might think again. But see, you don’t even have one. All along you never loved me, you just loved my body. I loved you. For you, I tried so many new things, I habituated myself to a different lifestyle, did my best to keep you happy thinking my happiness was linked with yours. But I was a fucking dumb bitch. When my body wasn’t beautiful anymore, my usefulness to you also vanished. You threw me out without caring for my feelings. Didn’t you even think when you told me those hurtful words, I was almost in the verge of death? I was vomiting blood, I couldn’t breathe and your words could kill me easily at that moment? How could you?" I cried.
He was still silent.
"Say something." I urged him.
"I am sorry."
"You are not sorry. If you are, then give me a reason. Even a ridiculous one would be fine." I spoke desperately.
"Something in my heart saying no matter what reason I give you, we wouldn’t be same as before. No matter what proof I lay before you, it wouldn’t work." He insinuated.
"What do you mean?" I frowned.
"I mean nothing. I think we can never be like before. Whatever we had together, I ruined it." He spoke.
"Lucifer, you are a bastard. A fucking selfish brute, a bastard. I am not your toy that whenever you will feel like coddling me, you will coddle me, when you will get bored of me, then I would be tossed away. I am a human. Let's never see each other, Lucifer. If you come to see me ever or try to pressurize me, then you will make me end my life." I asserted.
"If you hate that much that you think ending your life is better than being with me, then okay, it's our last meeting. But let me hug you once, preciosa." He requested.
"No! Don't touch me and don't call me 'preciosa'. You lost that right." Yelling this at him, I tried to walk out.
But Lucifer caught my waist and turned me towards him. Wrapping his huge arms around me, he pressed me against his chest. This is the chest warmness of which once used to make me feel the most special girl, which used to be the safest place. In his arms, once I wanted to stay forever.
And the good memories were nothing but reminder of my pain, my despair, his betrayal. My heart constricted, and I broke into tears.
Like a fool, I built a house of cards in the air. When I closed my eyes, It crumbled.
My dreams were shattered.
From the very beginning, I was a fool to think my life would be a fairy tell just because there was a beast in it. Life wasn’t that simple, it seldom turned out like the beautiful ending of 'Beauty and the beasts.'
In reality, beasts never spare anyone. They destroyed everything and everyone.
Derek.
Devin.
Lucifer.
Everyone was same.
I struggled, cried, punched on his body as hard as I could, but he only let me go when he wanted.
"Preciosa, I am sorry for everything. Wherever you go, be happy." He spoke wiping the tears from my cheeks. Then after stroking my head gently, he walked out of the hospital room.
I fell there on my knees and cried more.
Why couldn’t you give me a reason? A very stupid one would do, Lucifer.
If you said that it was a big prank, I would even buy it.
**Lucifer's POV:
**
She wanted to leave, I let her.
No matter whatever I did I thought it wouldn’t be enough to gain her trust back. Even if we got together, our trust wouldn’t be the same.
I promised her that I would protect her, support her no matter what. But wasn’t it my incompetence, inability to protect her?
I let a bug like Devin control me.
If she stayed with me she would have to lead a life surrounding armed guards. She couldn’t have a simple life.
Each step of her life would be dangerous.
What if I failed her again?
She got better after going through hell. What if more dangerous thing happened to her like a bullet piercing her heart or a bomb thrown targeting her?
Wherever she was, now she would be safe at least.