22- Never Again

Theodore walked inside his room with the first-aid box. His gray eyes were dark. He looked angry. But more than angry, he looked upset. I opened my mouth to speak, to apologize to him but nothing came out. I looked at him silently as he bent down in front of me, gently taking my arms to guide me on the bed.

"Let me tend to your wounds." He said slowly, softly, and my heart broke into pieces when he started cleaning my cuts gently, not uttering anything else.

A hiss escaped my mouth when the antiseptic met my open cut. And his concerned gaze looked up. Shaking his head, he blew on my cuts and scratches, making me shiver.

"You are my Queen, Serenity. And I didn't appreciate you questioning my emotions for you just to make me do something." He said after a minute of cleaning my wounds.

My heart started racing inside my chest when he looked up, his intense gaze making me swallow my spit harshly. He rubbed the insides of my wrist, looking at me without blinking his eyes.

"I am sorry,