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"I've never been good at emotional stuff. Except anger. Anger, I'm good at."

-Hannah Harring, Saving june

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♤♠︎Chapter 46♠︎♤

• • Point of view •

The moment my foot stepped into my bedroom, my mood soured instantly. Seeing her sitting there in nothing but her red laced underwear, waiting for me on the bed, made me want to go right back outside to just simply not deal with her right now.

I wasn't in the mood for this shit.

Why is she here, anyway? I'm pretty sure I made myself fucking clear that if she doesn't take that stupid picture down then she better not even think to reappear in front of me, again. And then act as if nothing happened.

Knowing damn well she caused this shit to get out of control. And I'm a person who likes to keep things under control. It's so fucking frustrating that everything keeps getting out of hand.

She just had to make everything worse, I know that Kevin's girlfriend Sarah wouldn't post that picture online. Her pride wouldn't let her do that.

The only one who will come up with such a stupid idea was the one right in front of me."

I presume that you took the damn image down if you're here. Right? " That flirtatious smile on her face instantly vanished when she heard my words.

Of course, she didn't. She's too hard-headed to do so. "... No, why would I?"

She narrowed her light eyes as she folded her arms in front of her breast. She got herself off the mattress out of anger.

"Then why the hell are you doing here? If you didn't?"

"Because I miss you... " She stepped closer, closing the space between us. Her sweet perfume invaded my nostrils.

"Very much..." Her left hand glided down my chest towards my semi-hard-on as her sultry blue eyes locked with mine as if begging me to take her here.

Yet, that didn't happen because I took her hand and dropped it to her side, making a frown take over her face instantly.

She thought that would work on me... it was quite laughable. Did she think I was one of her exes? Who would overlook the stupid thing she does with sex? And magically go back as things were before her fuck up?

There's a tiny problem... This semi-hard-on I got right now wasn't because of the blonde in front of me. But more for the oblivious brunette downstairs who got me like this just by her reaction in seeing me bare.

I never saw somebody turn so red so quickly in my life. It's so cute that I oddly wanted to bully her a bit more. To see if she got any redder than she was.

The only reason I'm having this issue, down south, is the way my angel looked at me with those dark doe eyes. It made something in me stir out of control.

Something dark inside me tempted me to screw her.

"Why are you defending that bitch so much? "Huh. Her pained voice raises a pitch higher as her frown deepens.

"The same reason you're inside somebody else's fucking business. And dragging everyone into it. " She looked taken aback by my words, as tears collected in her eyes in disbelief.

"You fucked her, didn't you? That's why you're defending her so much? "

I don't say anything. Letting her come up with whatever fits the little narrative that she created in her head.

I was tired of her insecurities and assumptions.

"This isn't going to work out, so let's just break up. And let's go our different ways. "

"No! Why?" she instantly said, her face morphing into shock.

"Because I don't need someone who's going to bring me into dilemmas that don't involve me. I would rather be single instead with no problems.

You would be happier with someone you could trust."

"That's a fucking lie, you using that to free yourself from me to go to that bitch. But when I find her, I swear I'm going to..."

My hand reacted faster than my mind. I gripped her by the neck, quickly cutting off whatever she was going to say.

"You're going to do what? Huh. If you ever fucking touch her I promise you that the last thing you see is yourself be burry alive, bitch.

Do you fucking understand?

Do you? " She nodded, tears sliding down her face. The fast beating of her pulse under my palm doesn't go unnoticed by me.

I could feel how her body trembled under my hard grip but I didn't care.

My grip tightened even more, making her still in a state of fear. So she could get this through her thick head and understand that I wasn't fucking playing with her.

She gasped for air when I released her from my hard grip. Her body collapsed onto the floor as she grabbed her neck as fear carved across her face. She shouldn't be scared; she's the one who got me to this point.

"Now, get the fuck out." She picked up her clothes, quickly dressed, and left the bedroom in a hiccuping crying mess.

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When I got downstairs my eyes automatically landed on Emma.

She was playing with the pup. The small thing jumped from side to side making Emma's eyes lit up when the little creature couldn't keep up with her.

Then as if the pup had a strong 7 sense, he turned around and his eyes landed on me.

He ran towards me, abandoning Emma completely in the middle of whatever game they were in.

I couldn't help but smile at how disappointed Emma looked at being abandoned so quickly like that by an energetic furball she has been taking care of since her father brought it here.

It almost made me want to force the pup to go back and continue playing with her so that the disappointing look in her brown eyes could completely disappear.

When her eyes landed on mine, her cheek reddened.

But it was now replaced with worry.

"Sorry... He seems to like you a lot." She quickly got out of her seat to take the excited pup away from me.

Somehow, she believes I don't like animals. That was a complete lie.

What they represent is why I don't like them. My mother calls it a weakness to have an emotional attachment to living things. So much so that she caged us in a dog's cage when we were young to make us understand that we were no better than uncivilized animals in cages.

Of course, that was before she got together with Richard.

My mother didn't want any of her sons to have any emotional support system in our lives to intensify the abuse she was putting us through.

So that is why she got rid of the pets Richard got us when we got attached to them.

And deep down, I fear she's going to do that again. But not with those animals, but with Emma.

And it doesn't leave my mind that she will attempt to do it because she's treating her like she did to those pets that Richard got my brother and me when we were young. She never interacted with them or formed any emotional connections. She ignored their existence until the supposed accidents.

Just like she's doing with Emma, right now.

My eyes land on the white box on the coffee table.

When I made myself towards the couch, plopping down next to Emma. The cat between us started hissing at me.

Making Emma instantly grab her to soothe her little hissy fit.

Opening the mysterious white box, a bunch of red flowers were inside.

Confusion couldn't help but inch across my face the more I stared down at the box filled with these red camellia flowers.

When I gazed at Emma for an answer, she seemed as confused as me.

Who the hell sent this? I dug my right hand inside to see if anything could be hidden under these red flowers, but nothing but flowers were inside this box.

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♤♠︎Author Note♠︎♤

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