Bella’s POV
As he continued to feed me, I started to think.
My life has changed 180 degrees. I have to stay here forever. Even though I am happy with it, I am still feeling sad.
All my life I have worked hard to get that one degree, and work. I have made so many sacrifices. I never get to enjoy my life like other teenagers.
I worked extremely hard. I had rejected every time my friends asked me to loosen up a bit. I studied day and night while working at the café. Paying for my University and getting a living on my own.
Just when I had the taste of freedom, I got pulled back again. Even though I am happy to be with a man like Xavier, this is something I have worked all my life.
My dreams, aspiration and aim, Everything is being shattered. And my friends, Alec and Avery, they must be worried sick about me. I miss them so much.
I did not realise someone was calling until I felt like someone was shaking me. I snapped my head towards the person who happens to Xavier.
“Bella are you ok? Why are you crying? You don’t like the food? I can make you something else if you want.” he said as he wiped the tears that I did not realise about.
I shook my head at him. “It’s nothing,” I said to him and faced down. “Then why are you crying?” he asked me again. I shook my head at him. A growl escaped his lips.
“Bella tell me why are you crying. Now.” he ordered. But I just kept quiet. If he knew why I was crying, he would think I would leave him, I did not want that.
He started to growl again. I flinched when he growled. He quickly placed the fork down. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and took off. Before I could apprehend what was going I was being thrown in his bed.
When I got up from his bed, I saw him locking the door and in milli-seconds he was in front of me. I tried to move away, but he grabbed my waist as he made me straddle his waist and locked with his arms.
“Bella tell me why were you crying, before I make you tell me,” he said in a dangerous voice.
I continue to stay silent. “ugh” he said in frustration. “Why would you not tell me? Don’t you trust me, were you lying when you said that you trust me.” he asked as I saw anger and pain in his eyes.
I quickly shook my head. ” No. I trust you. Its just that….” I trailed off. “It’s just that what?” he asked me. I sighed. “I afraid of what you would think.” I said to him truthfully.
“D-do you lo-love-so-someone-el-else?” he asked as I felt so much pain in his voice. “What no! I don’t love someone else!” I told him off.
He let out a sigh of relief. “Then what is it, love? If you are thinking that I would get mad, then I promise that I would not. I promise, please tell why you were crying. It hurts me to see you cry.” he said as if he was physically in pain.
I let out a sigh. Guess I have to tell him. At least he might understand me then. I am going to be truthful to him. I shall tell him everything about me. I just wish he would not be ashamed of me.
“I want to tell you everything about me, if it’s ok with you.” I asked just in case. “Of cause you can. I would love to know everything about you.” he said with amusement in his voice. If only he said this when I was done telling about me.
I took a deep breath and began. “My parents died when I was 9 years old. I was the only child. My parents had elope and married and hence I did not have any relatives.
so I was sent to the orphanage. It was not the best place to grow up. All they did was send us to schools, and I am grateful for that. But there were times where I had to starve.
The people and kids often treated me badly. I remembered being starved for days. They would remind me of how unlucky I was and that’s why my parents passed away.
The only thing that made me go on was getting out of that place. So I studied really hard. They even start to call me names for that. I cried everyday.
But it all paid when I got to skip a few years in high school and go to college. But when I told this to my warden lady, all she did was laugh at me. That day was the first time she slapped me.
I remembered crying the entire night. I felt like I was being caged. The only thing I did was go to school and go to work and come back to the orphanage.
Once when I tried to go to the library to borrow some books as I loved to read books. As I came back to the orphanage, my warden was very angry at me that she beat me up saying I disobeyed her,
and locked me up for a few days. I cried. Hoping someone would hear me, but none came. But it got better when I entered college. My dream. The people I met there were nicer. I even made friends.
When I turned eighteen I bought my little house and got out of the orphanage. It was a dream that came true. I had friends whose family treated me like their own daughter. A future to look forward to.
my own house. I was soon to graduate. I even get to finish my degree at my college.
But now that I am here, I miss all of them. It’s not that I do not like being here. It’s just that I miss my old life back there.” I said finish as I looked down.
He probably hates me now. Gosh what have I done. I felt like my tears were getting heavier. I did not want to look up at his face that had hatred towards me.
But I felt his right hand cup my left cheek and lift my head up. As I looked up at his face with hesitation, I was shocked.