Chapter 11 - The Passion

||Elijah||

Sobbing, A eighth years old version of me was crawling into the corner of my room, trying not to be scared, not to be weak but I can't help it and started shivering terribly.

"Elijah"

I flinched hearing this voice, my mind surveying around to find a way out but I couldn't so, I squinted further into the corner but the wall was failing to suppress me and I was uncovered by him.

I covered my ears, not wishing to hear the footsteps approaching me as they were enough to unnerve me but soon I was yanked up, my tiny body meeting a strong one and then I dared to look into his icy eyes which were neutral and had an only disgust in them.

"Didn't I tell you to turn, Elijah?" His left hand squeezed my face as the other lifted my body into the air.

I was scared, my whole body was sweating as I was shivering - wishing to get free but couldn't which brought tears of misery to my eyes. I couldn't understand just, why is he treating me like this?

What did I do to deserve this? Why me? I do