LUCAS’s POV.
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The shattering sound of the flower vase echoed in my ears as I punched my fist furiously into the mirror in front of me.
I didn’t mind the blood that seeped out of my fingers.
I kept on hitting the mirror which was cracking in pieces already.
I was angry and enraged.
I’ve never felt so hurt before, her words pierced my heart in the deepest part.
She was fucking right, I was only giving myself the excuse that I could get the satisfaction if I hurt her always.
She was always driving me insane and now I’m acting like a lunatic just because of her.
I dreaded one thing in my life and that’s, ‘LOVE’.
She was making me go on that path and I had to stop it by hating her.
That was the only way for me.
‘You’re just a psychopath and it would have been far better if you hadn’t saved me,’ Her words kept tormenting me.
I took my expensive perfume that was beside my chest as I crashed it on the floor.
The choking smell of the perfume irritated my nose and passed through my lungs making me cough badly.
I didn’t go to school today because Dad had forced me to follow him to the company.
Since I was going to take over his company, he decided he started introducing me to the shareholders and other executives.
My mind was on her all day, I was dying to see her beautiful face, those baby blue eyes that had a silver lining surrounding them.
I just fucking need to see her, even if she doesn’t sight me, then I remembered she had a movie night she was to attend.
I don’t know how she did it, but she has been intoxicating me from the first day I laid my eyes on her and this made me have a hatred for her, she was trying to break me without her even knowing it.
**Flashback (two hours earlier)**
I had gotten to the cinema earlier than when the movie had begun.
I got my ticket and sat at the far end of the theater.
I glanced at my time every second as I tapped my feet on the floor.
“What the hell is she still doing?” I muttered to myself taking a few glances around.
Then some minutes later, I heard the giggling of voices and I knew one of the voices well enounce.
They were the first to enter, and my head snapped towards her.
My breath gag as I took in the mesmerizing beauty in front of me.
I cleaned my eyes with my palm, to be sure I hadn’t made a mistake, or maybe I’m hallucinating.
The Camilla I know would never get dressed like this. She barely let her skin show talkless of wearing shorts out.
I’m not seeing things, this was Beatrice by her side, I’m not mistaken at all.
I lowered my face cap using my hoodie cap to cover my face not wanting to be noticed as I watched them secretly.
I stared as they ran to the front row and pick a seat by each other.
Anger started radiating my body as the imagination of another guy ogling at Camila’s sexy body sickened me.
She’s mine alone and I own every damn part of her.
Why the hell would she wear something like that out?
It might be that bitchy friend of hers that forced her into it.
Everywhere became full and occupied as the movie started.
I wasn’t interested in the movie, not like I came for it though.
I came because of her.
My gaze was permanently fixed on her as I watch her throw the popcorn into her full-hearted pinkish lips.
Thoughts of kissing her again flow through my blood as my shaft pulsated.
Then she started glancing around and I could see the uneasiness in her face makes me wonder what was wrong with her.
Maybe she could feel her tormentor close to her.
Finally, the movie ended and they both ran out of the room laughing.
I followed them secretly until we were out of the building.
I was expecting them to get into the car and leave but Beatrice jogs away while Camilla stood by herself.
I watched her from the other side as she hugged herself, she must be feeling cold.
I had to stop every urge in me that was forcing me to walk up to her.
No, I had to control myself, I know I would just hurt her with my words normally.
Then a weird guy walked up to her and they talked like two normal people at first.
Enmity divulges into my soul.
Was she seeing someone?
She fucking dare not.
She’s mine and mine alone.
My phone beeped and I averted my gaze from them.
I brought out my phone to see the caller, it was dad.
‘What again?’ I groaned internally.
Then I picked the call, he just wanted me to know that he won’t be around for the next whole week.
Like I really cared…
I turned back to find out Camilla was not there.
I crossed to where she was, my curiosity took the best part of me.
She didn’t seem okay with the guy later on when they kept on talking.
I noticed her slight steps backward.
Where the hell is she?
If not for the fucking call, I won’t take my watch on her.
I would never forgive myself if something happens to her.
I ran around the whole park looking for her and it was fucking dark, I couldn’t see that much.
Then I heard muffled cries behind me, it was coming from the trees.
I ran there and got the shock of my life.
He was trying to force her…
“What the fuck bro?” Ben barged into the room and the lamp was coming straight to his direction but luckily he was smart enough to dodge it as he looked at me with shock.
Else, he will have to deal with a throbbing headache.
The lamp crashed outside and I tried to catch my breath, I was suffocating.
“What the hell is with the crazy tantrum?” He asked fiercely as he marched into my room.
“Get out!” I roared drawing my hair with my hands furiously.
It was as if the demons in me were waiting to be released.
“Calm down!” Ben said as he touched my shoulders but I pushed him away aggressively.
“Don’t fucking come near me!” I warned taking my steps back.
The maids would have called Ben, they wouldn’t dare enter my room to try to stop me afraid of being hurt.
Ben looked at me confused as he tried to keep his balance.
He was trying to avoid the broken glasses on the floor.
“You need to stop! This won’t help you at all,” He fired.
“Leave me alone, I don’t need you or anyone to fucking tell me what to do?” I snapped back.
“You’re hurting yourself, you need to let things go, this won’t change a thing,” He said taking his steps closer to me as I moved back.
I was shaking terribly, I’ve never been this hurt before, it was her fault, she fucking caused it.
“I hate her!!!” I yelled.
Ben looked at me puzzled before he realized what I’m saying.
He sighed and used his palm to brush his fallen hair covering his face back.
“You don’t hate her Lucas, you’re obsessed with her. You have a feeling for her that you don’t want to accept,” He explained as we stared into each other eyes.
I’m not, it can’t be.
I hate her, that’s why I feel this way.
“Get out!” I roared.
“Okay! Just think about what I said,” He surrendered as he moved back.
“There’s nothing to think about,” I seethed.
He gave me one worried stare and went out of my room closing the door.
Ben always understood me, and he won’t push anything further if he has spoken once, it’s only left for you to take in his own words or leave it.
I hit my hand on the wall and winced at the pain.
My hands were badly injured, blood trickling out from the various cuts I had.
I sighed and glanced around my room, it was a total mess, I have broken almost everything in my room.
My clothes hanging in various sections of the room.
“Fuck!” I groaned as I hit my leg furiously against the bed furniture.
I need to calm down, I need to get hold of myself.
Maybe Ben was right, I was obsessed with her and I should try to figure things out.
I walked into my bathroom, a cold shower will have to suppress the anger and hate radiating me.
The best option for me is to stay away from her…