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Self

C O L E

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" have to do that to her." Case said frowning at me after she left, "She doesn't even remember what happened. She's probably crying right now."

"I did though, didn't I? If you feel so bad about it, you should apologize for being so reckless."

He sighed, "One day, you're going to be on the brink of dying and no one is going to come help you. Do you seriously want that?"

I chuckled, "Is that a threat Casey?"

"It's not. It's real. I wouldn't ever dare try and hurt you, but someone else will. I mean look at you now. Who do you have on your side? Me? Your servants? Isabella? Who's protecting you really?"

"Many people have tried to kill me but look where I am now. Alive and well. You think I need to rely on other people to save me? I'm way too powerful to die, I don't need people. I have some people around because I want them around. I could kill you right now, I don't care."

"That's sad..." He said muttering to himself, he looked up at me with sad eyes. "It must be lonely knowing no one's ever going to love you..."

I paused and stared at him, "Get the fuck out." I said pointing to the door.

Ugh, for him to think he had the right to talk to me like that especially after what he did. Besides, why the fuck do I need love? It would only get in the way. And those eyes, he was definitely trying to pity me.

"I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING PITY!" I yelled after him.

I slumped down in my chair and buried my head in my hands. I had a headache. These past few days has been leaving me more drained than usual.

Love. Have I ever loved anyone?

I slammed my head down on the table and groaned, "why the hell am I even entertaining that bullshit?" I mumbled to myself.

I needed to get it together. Tonight I would either win or lose something, and I needed to prepared and on guard for that. He just had to fill my head with that none sense. I couldn't focus in here anymore. I needed to rest. I made my way up to my room, and found Isabella balled up underneath the covers. She didn't even listen to what I said. The dress was still lying there on the bed.

I slid underneath the covers next to her, kicking the dress off of it, and pulled her ontop of me. She didn't wake a single bit, she was probably exhausted.Her eyes were puffy and she looked like she'd been crying.

Was I maybe a little too harsh on her?

I shook my head, I'm not going to let what he said affect how I live my life. I'm never in the wrong. Ever.

I heard her whimper and she clung on too my shirt, her face looked disturbed and she was frowning,

"m-mom..." she mumbled quietly. Was she dreaming of her mom?

"Must be nice to know who your mother is..." I whispered, I didn't even register that I was saying it until after I did. I felt a small ache in my chest and I closed my eyes.

"You're being too fucking soft Cole." I muttered to myself. "Way too soft."

I couldn't allow myself to feel anything. That would get me killed faster than any weapon could.

I was just tired, I needed to sleep

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