Simon POV.
“Let’s get to bed Saint,” I say holding her arm and dragging her to my room, it’s ours now, I’m not going to show her any of my bad plans yet.
“Are my clothes still here?” Saint asks, looking around the room, she looks and sounds different, but I knew she’s still the same scared girl who I met on my first day, the one who was terrified of sleeping next to me or looking me in the eye.
“They are still in their place, but they are a privilege, if you want them, you have to work for them,” I say tonight she’s getting a free pass, but tomorrow she might not.
“Then I’ll sleep in my own clothes,” she says turning to the bathroom, she knows where that one is, I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her toward me.
“Tonight, you’re getting a free pass cause of that bruise, you can have one of my shirts,” I say with a dark smile, no underwear allowed, just my shirt just like our first night together.
“How generous of you,” she says with an eye roll, going toward the closet, she took one of my shirts and then moved to the bathroom to shower and get ready for bed. She sounded different, and she was acting different, but I knew this whole tough action would be over soon, I knew she won’t keep on doing it for much longer, so, for now, I let her be.
I got ready for the bed as well usually, I sleep naked but for her, I keep my boxers on, I needed a shower as well, but I had to wait for her to be done, or maybe I didn’t. I walked right into the bathroom, Sophia had her back to me, the water hitting her naked body, I could see marks on her back, they were all new, marks of being hurt, what had she gone through?
“I’m done, all yours,” Sophia says her back still to me, she turned the water off and got a towel wrapping her body with it before she got out.
I took my shower quickly and got out, I shouldn’t be mad that Saint was hurt, but someone else had hurt her and that made my blood boil, I wished to know who did it so I can kill them, so I can drink from their blood. I left the bathroom and saw her already in the bed, she had my shirt on and I knew that I didn’t have to check to know that she didn’t have anything underneath it, she was laying in the bed in the middle of the bed, unlike last time.
“Ready to sleep?” I ask her, and she only hums, both of her eyes closed, she looked exhausted, when was the last time she slept? When was the last time she felt safe? Or was she scared of sleeping over at my house?
“You haven’t objected to sleeping in my bed,” I say getting on my side of the bed, one of my arms going over her waist.
“You’re my husband, I can sleep next to you at least,” she answers me with a shrug, was this an act, I still wasn’t sure what to think of her.
“Goodnight,” I say getting my phone out, I messaged her lord, I told him about my condition, and about the fact that I’ll be dishing out punishment.
‘Don’t leave any permanent marks on my daughter,’ was Elijah’s simple reply, I wished to kill him yet again, I had my doubts now that he was the one who had hurt her, he was the reason for the marks over her body.
I was too angry to fall asleep right now, I got out of bed leaving Saint sleeping in the bed, she was fast asleep, she didn’t care that I’m right next to her, and she didn’t give two fucks that she was back in my bed and that made me angrier than before.
I went down to the gym, it’s the place I’ve been spending most of my time in it, it makes me feel a lot better, and it gives me something to take my anger off on other than going to hunt Elijah down for hurting my Saint. I started with the boxing bag, it’s my favourite friend, I did rip my last one, but this one is much better and sturdier, and I’m going to show him who the boss is.
“I thought you’d be in bed with her now,” Lucas says joining me in the gym all of a sudden.
“She’s hurt, he left marks on her,” I say punching the bag between every word I’m saying showing off how mad I’m.
“And you’re mad at him for that?” Lucas says seeing me still going full speed and force on the stupid bag, wishing it was Elijah.
“How dare he marks her! She’s different, he broke her!” I scream still going.
“And you’re mad because you’re the one who wanted to hurt her? You’re the one who wanted to break her,” Lucas asks me, it’s what I thought I wanted to do, I love breaking them, but she’s different.
“She’s different,” I growl, I had no idea why she’s different but she is, she’s nothing like I’m used to.
“She’s different because you fell for her,” Lucas says and I turned to him with a glare.
“I don’t do love,” I assure him.
“But you love me,” Lucas says sticking his tongue out, enjoying the fact that he’s teasing me way too much.
“You’re a brother to me, Lucas,” I say with a sigh, he knows that he doesn’t feel that way toward me, but teasing me is his favourite hobby ever.
“But she’s your soft spot, Simon,” Lucas says and I looked at him wanting to say something, wanting to tell him off, but I couldn’t do that, he was right, Sophia, that Saint, she’s my soft spot.