The third point of view:

We all have inner demons inside us to fight. They are nothing but our DEMONS who prevent us from seeing the goodness of ours as well as others.

"The fear of the unknown is worse than reality."

We all have these demons, as parts of ourselves that we don't like to acknowledge but we see them lurking inside us. They dominate us every day, every moment.

No matter how hard we try to ignore our demons, they are always there constantly pulling us from positivity to negativity.

But the question is, are we going to ignore it or are we going to face it and make peace with it?

The choice will always be there, but Cecile wasn't sure she was ready to make that choice yet. She has been doing well with it over the years, why change now?

"You're afraid of a man's touch, aren't you?" That question played in a loop in her mind. However, the moment realization set in, her face lost all color.

How did he know that? That was the one secret no one knew about, not even her son, Pedro, or even Reina. Hence having someone, not just someone but one of them who had contributed to the phobia in the first place know about it, wasn't exactly pleasing.

Without a word, Cecil made a course for the door, but Emerald, who had sensed her intention, went after her. Just as she opened the door, he snapped it shut.

"Answer me," He demanded.

"Get out of my way," She growled at him, fighting against the urge to submit to him.

With Emerald standing so close to her, he towered over her greatly, not to mention that he was invading her personal space.

"I did this to you, didn't I?" he asked, preventing her from escaping his querying

"Let me go," She tried to slip around him but he wouldn't let her.

"Seriously, speak to me!" he yelled.

"What do you want me to say!" She shouted back at him, "Congratulations, you, my father, and Fernandez messed up a young girl real bad? What? Is that it?!" she spat at him.

"Yes, so that I can help you!"

"I don't need your help and don't you dare to look at me like I'm some fragile damsel in distress!" She screamed, poking him on the chest, and God, it felt good - almost therapeutic.

"You need help, Cecil, can't you see it! You can't even have a good time with a man without breaking out in a panic. Let me help you," He pleaded even though his voice was at the same furious range as hers.

If he was the cause of her illness, he had to remedy this. If he had kept his dick in his pants, all of this wouldn't have happened; it was his fault.

"I don't need a man in my life neither do I need your help!" She retorted.

"What?" His expression changed.

"Yes, you heard me right," She told him right in the face, "And don't you think that just because we made out a few minutes ago that we are something special because we are not! We are nothing and you would never be something to me!"

It was too late, Cecil realized as soon as the words were out of her mouth; she didn't mean to say it that way.

Emerald flexed his jaw, "Is that so?" he said, disappointment flashing across his features.

"Emerald..." she tried to explain but the hardened look on his face shut her up.

"The job is done, Fernandez would never bother you. You can leave now," he opened the door for her this time.

Cecil stepped out of the room with the words she wanted to say stuck in her throat.

"Eme...." she turned to say only for the door to be shut at her face. Wonderful! This is how you thank the guy who saved you from your crazy ex, really smooth Cecil, she chided herself.

Cecil banged her head on the wall, what the hell was wrong with her? She really didn't mean that - at the least half of it.

Men were not meant for her. Some women were lucky enough to meet the love of their life who loved them back on the first try. It was true that all men were not the same, but her heart was not strong enough to handle another betrayal.

She didn't know what Emerald want from her, there was no way he loved her, he just needed a good fuck, which she dreaded. Intimacy with the opposite sex was a work in progress. Yeah, so much, progress - note the sarcasm.

Knowing she had hurt his pride, Cecil headed back to her room and began to pack up. Everything was resolved, there was no need to linger here any longer. It was one hell of uncomfortable.

Cecil began to pack up, more like organizing the room since she had come with literally nothing - Emerald had provided everything. She felt a tightening sensation in her chest at the thought of Emerald, he has done so much for her than she thought.

Wasn't she being selfish by thinking of leaving without thanking him properly? He had rescued her from Fernandez - well that was Reina's order; gave her and Pedro a roof over their head and provided them basic amenities - well, this was still Sakuzi's place aka Reina's father; he warned Fernandez off for her sake - that was him atoning for his sins.

Fine, she'd stay behind and at least thank him for what he has done - she wasn't an ungrateful bitch. Cecil decided, flopping down on her bed. Deep in thought, she just closed her eyes a bit and the next she knew, went into dreamland.

When she woke up and decided to take a walk around, as usual, Cecil discovered there were some slight changes to the house. The men were decorating the house amid their quips and playful scuffle.

"What's going on?" she stopped one of the men she had acquainted with over the days.

"Oh, you don't know," The young man was excited, "It's Emerald's birthday today. That big hulk - don't tell him I called him that - doesn't like to celebrate it but Sakuzi always organizes a party for him at the least. Left alone, Emerald wouldn't even accept a birthday wish, talk more of a party," He explained.

"Thank you for the information," She flashed him a grateful smile.

"You're welcome," He winked at her playfully and went to join the other men while Cecil inhaled a shaky breath.

What has she done?