Chapter 11: Chapter 11

Ariana's POV

I didn't stop running until I reached the dressing room and firmly shut the door behind me, I took a deep even breathe and wiped my eyes with the back of my hands, my eyes quickly scanned the room and I felt relieved that it was empty, I needed this time alone, I let my knees fold as I dropped to the floor and placed my head between my knees and allowed the tears to flow, this life is just so unfair and I was feeling tired of it already, no one love me neither do any care for me, I'm all alone, I wish I had someone I can talk to but I wasn't supposed to be alone, I have a father and a sister but their ill-treatment of me, while I was staying with them, made my stomach churn, I wish Sam could show me at least a little bit of love, a little bit of support but neither she nor my dad had even shown concern when I was taken in as a slave by Dylan. Dylan, he has treated me with as much contempt as he could ever since the incident of him laying with me, I was supposed to be the aggrieved and the offended, he had taken my innocence with such brutality, neither had he apologized nor even bring up the topic, I felt like a used and filthy rag, I never asked for any of this, life is just so unfair, the door suddenly opened and I looked up to see Sam enter along with her makeup artiste, she must have come for her makeover because she has shooting today. I quickly wiped my tears as her gaze fell on me and she smirked with contempt, " what is this filthy slave doing here? Don't tell me you have shooting also" her voice was mocking and it pierced through me, this was supposed to be my sister, someone I'm supposed to lean on in difficult times but she saw tears in my eyes and instead was addressing me with such contempt, maybe I should try and plead with her to forgive me and see me as her blood, I took a deep breath to steady my already frayed nerves, "please Sam, I'm hurting already, can you please not add to it?"

I watched as she rolled her head back and laughed out loud and made a caricature of my plea, she glared at me, "who cares if you're hurting? You deserved it and so much more"

"You're supposed to be my sister Sam, you're my blood, what have I done to you to warrant such hatred from you?"

She rose her finger and pointed it right at my face, her teeth clenched, "that's my biggest regret, having someone like you as my sister"

Her words sliced right through me as tears welled in my eyes, "you got mother killed and you stand here calling yourself my sister?"

I was totally confused by her words, she has always accused me of killing our mother but neither do I even remember her face nor how I killed her, "please Sam, I don't even remember any of those, how could I possibly kill my own mother?"

"Your selfishness did, do you know how much I longed to have a mother? Mom and dad had misunderstanding and they needed to separate, mom took just you and left me behind, do you have any idea how I had to suffer? I watched as tears brim in her eyes, I opened my mouth but didn't find any word of consolation for her, "and when they finally resolved their differences and she decided to come home, I was over the moon with excitement but she had to die protecting you because you're a freak, you should have been the one to dead instead of her, I hate you with everything I've got and no amount of apology from you will stop me from hating you, you're nothing but bad luck" she all but screamed at me, her words filled with loathing and so much hatred, her words piercing like sharp needles, I made move closer to her, "but Sam, I'm...."the hot sting of her palm against my cheeks cut short what I was about to say, "don't you dare lay your filthy hands on me, know your status, you're nothing but a damn slave, go serve your master" She gritted at me, my hand went to my burning cheek and my eyes connected with her make up artiste who was busy putting on a big show of not listening to our conversation, Sam turned to her, "my day just got ruined by this ill luck, perhaps we should come back later" the artiste quickly nodded in agreement as she left with Sam, banging the door behind her.

Something was shaking inside of me, it was my heart, it hurt so bad, I grabbed my chest tightly as if to stop the pain inside of me as I fell on the floor, what did she mean when she said mom died saving me because I was a freak? Why can't I even remember what exactly happened? Am I really a freak? A stroke of bad luck? Perhaps it's true, if not, I won't end up becoming a slave on the day I came looking for a job and my father and sister won't hate me so much, maybe I should just do everybody a favor and die.

Dylan's POV

"Where the heck has she gone?" Since she had fled from my office, she hasn't come back, was I too harsh on her? What the...

I banged on my desk, I have been distracted all day thinking of where she must have fled to, damn her, anger churned my stomach at her audacity, the nerve if her to neglect her duty, perhaps, I have been too lenient with her, I'll have to send her to work with other slaves, then, she'll see how privileged she was to be my personal slave.

My mind unwittingly went the intimate encounter I had with her and my stomach clenched as my fingers formed a fist, I had taken her innocence in such a brutal way, although, I wasn't conscious then but that wasn't an excuse, I lost control and it angered me anytime I remembered how I lost control because of her, I have never lost my control over a woman before and it pissed me so much that she has such effect on me, the door to my office suddenly opened and I looked up hopefully only to feel a pang of disappointment when Myla entered, I frowned, not bothering to mask my displeasure.

"Hoping to see someone else instead? Why look so disappointed" she crooned making my anger shoot a notch higher.

"Seeing you is always a disappointment, what the hell are you doing here" I snapped and watched as her face fell

"I didn't see your secretary on her desk, so I just let myself in"

"I see, I'll have to have a word with my secretary then, about her negligence, no everyone is allowed into my office, most especially without my knowledge"

"Please Dylan, I'm no stranger to you"

I was seething inside, I had no idea what was making me so furious, perhaps, seeing Myla will always make me furious, she's a reminder of my painful past, the reason why I was so hurt and had to run out that day, if I hadn't run out, my parents wouldn't have chased after me and get killed.

"Get out of my office," I said to her through clenched teeth

"Please Dylan, don't throw me out, the truth is I love you, I don't know what came over me back then but I've realized my mistake, can't you let go of the past?"

I watched her blink her eyes at me, once upon a time, those large brown eyes did melted my heart but not anymore, all that was left was anger and the taste of disappointment, I quickly stood up and walked out of the office and heard her calling my name as she chased after me but I ignored her

"Dylan, your eyes are glowing, please calm down or someone might see you and know you're not human"

She was right but I was too pent up to care, I only growled and ignored her completely

I had just come out of the lobby when I sighted Ariana walking outside looking so lost and forlorn, speaking about the devil, I thought as I made my way towards her, I wonder where she was headed as I quietly made my way towards her, my eyes widened when she came out of the office and went to the busy road, she stood in front of an oncoming vehicle, does she want to kill herself? Power surge through me as I let my werewolf ability kick in, I moved like flash and carried her away from the road while she struggled against me, "have you gone mad? Do you honestly want to get yourself killed?" I was damn furious with her, my heart pounded in my ears, how could she try something like that? "You are my slave and you are not even allowed to take your own life, understood? Before you consider taking your life next time, make sure you pay me every single dime you owe me" I clenched and unclenched my fist as I walked away from her, too furious to behold her, I need to get my head cleared.

Eric's POV

I was shocked at what I had just witnessed, I had watched as Ariana had entered the road and was making my way towards her when Dylan had moved so fast and in the blink of an eye, had taken her out from the road, one thing is for sure, he is certainly not human, no human can move that fast, is he a vampire or a werewolf? If he's either, it will be too dangerous to leave Ariana with him, much more when she's yet to know that she's a witch, staying with Dylan isn't safe for her, I'll have to look for a way to get her out. Dylan Sabastine, your days are numbered.