Chapter 48 Actually Exist
When she understood nothing was to be expected from William and each attempt would be futile, her heart shattered and she decided to piss him off on purpose.
‘Staying here and hoping anything good for him won’t result in anything. He had changed, my voice couldn’t reach him anymore,’
Just to hurt him, to make him feel worse, to induce the ache until her presence would become intolerable and he would let her go, at least.
She wanted him to regret bringing her here.
“I am home-”
Returning after a tiresome day, William entered his room only to find it in a messy state.
And in the middle, she stood with a smirk, acting unaffected and reading a book.
“Welcome back.” She smiled coldly.
Things were scattered, her jewelry was thrown here and there, the sheets were on the ground along with the pillows.
Frowning, he glanced at her and back at the untidy room.
Holding his side, he took a deep breath, putting his bag away, remaining stoic and unbuttoned his coat.
Studying his expressions closely, she sat on the couch, glancing at him from time to time which never arrived as he freshened up and came out in his casual clothes.
“What do you want to eat?”
“What?”
He repeated calmly, picking up his phone, “What do you want to eat?”
“Pepperoni Pizza,”
“Okay,”
Sighing, he ordered food for both of them and picked the sheets, put them in the laundry and took out new ones.
She frowned when he showed zero signs of annoyance or anger.
Instead calmly began to clean the room and noticing her stare, he unshackled the lock on his tongue.
“I had never been fond of helpers, I am used to cleaning my apartment and trust me,”
Returning an empty smirk, his eyes intensely locked with her innocent ones that were waiting for any explanation for such composure.
“I have done worse to this room,”
Chuckling, he shook his head, picking the thrown things, placing them back to their position neatly.
By the time the room was pristine, their food arrived as well.
As they were eating, she hissed at him, glaring to enrage him one way or another.
“You know what? You are the worst person ever,”
He didn’t react, eating his slice with his eyes affixed on the phone, completely focused there.
“I won’t be here long, I will leave. Away. Far away where your slightest shadow cannot find me,”
Curling her hands in a fist, she sent a resentful stare in his direction to agonize him but failed.
“You hear? You will lose me… like always,”
Growling when he didn’t react, she snapped her fingers before him as he turned to her, flinching slightly at the call as if he almost forgot she was there.
“Sorry? You were saying something?”
Pausing the video, he placed his phone down, removing the earplugs as the solitude took its toll and he remembered he wasn’t alone.
“Did you say something?” He asked softly which increased her wrath as she hissed again at his face.
“I said I hate you,”
“I see. Okay,”
Humming, he played his video again, plugging the earplugs and continued watching the video while eating.
Yet her resolve to teach him a lesson, to make him exhausted for her didn’t cease and she continued ruining things for the upcoming few days to lead him to the point of outburst.
But it never came, he just sighed and cleaned up things.
“Again?”
Entering their room, he saw she had made a mess and almost chuckled to himself.
Done with his emotionlessness, she got up to leave but he grabbed her wrist.
“Ah, sweetheart, what are you trying to prove by this?”
Yanking her towards him, he whispered temptingly as if what she considered as nagging ended up amusing the mystifying man.
“None of these attempts will make a difference. I required you as a possession, to live in this room, to be trapped in my world.”
Twisting her wrist to lock it on her back, he made her confront him, “And when are doing these things…”
Latching their eyes closely, distressing her when he used his other hand to take a strand of her hair between his fingers.
“You are only making it transparent that you live here, with me, that I am not creating a sick fantasy but you are actually here.”
He chuckled darkly, evoking a strong rush of dread that drained her strength.
”W.. What?”
“This messy room, these tantrums, all of it a proof that the most desirable collection of my room exists,”
Stammering, her eyes widened, “Y-You can’t be s-serious,”
“This is not my imagination; you are merely proving it,”
Realizing all her attempts resulted in the increment of his longing, that she was pleasing him with all of her gestures and flaring an objectionable smirk, he cupped her cheeks possessively.
“So keep doing what you are doing since all of it will only enlivens me explicitly… My Bella is here after all,”
“You…”
Disturbed, her steps were retreating to maintain as much distance as possible from him, shaking in dread at the display of his madness.
“...You are a sick man, William,”
“Oh, I know, Baby, I am extremely sick for you,”
Repulsed by him, she immediately came out, losing her breaths while pondering-
‘What the fuck is wrong with him? What he had done to himself?’
Pushing her hair behind worriedly, she unwillingly looked over her shoulders and saw him silently cleaning the room again, without questioning, without complaining.
Gritting her teeth, she slammed her hand but her determination to hurt him remained arduous so she decided to use another way of his perturbation.
‘I will hurt him… he should be in pain for what he had done to me,’
Thinking angrily, she barged inside the room, pointing her finger contemptuously at him.
“You know what? You are an asshole. I hate you. I am not a thing. You cannot imprison me.”
“Darling, I am not in the mood to play catch today.” He sighed, folding the clothes and placing them back.
Her voice broke, grabbing his arm roughly as he kept a problematically ominous face, the darkness in his eyes was scaring her.
He had zero care, zero regards that were dismaying her too much and defeated before his countenance, she asked sadly.
“What is your problem? What do you want from me?”
“You know what,”
Merely smirking in return, he turned back to the clothes as his demeanor had begun to anguish her now.
He was behaving with her as if she was a possession.
As if his machine was broken and there was nothing he could do about it but to endure its so-called tantrums.
And all of it was driving her mentally insane.
Making an almost crying face, her steps retreated but not daring to raise her voice, afraid of his wrath now.
“I hate you, William… I fucking hate you,”
Overflowing with disappointment, she lowered her gaze sadly and walked away as he continued organizing the room… unaffected by her frail condition.