06||~Enid.

06||~Enid.

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He left me all alone.   

  

Not for a day, or even a week, but for a whole month.   

  

For once since this whole fiasco began, there is actually a little joy in for lying to Addrik. If it Isn't me, then it would have been Ember.   

  

Ember hates the silence the most, she hates being left all alone. That was why she had been pissed with me when I ran to Russia and left her alone in that cold mansion.   

  

A small breath slips out of me as I gaze at the morning light through the window. "It's another day." Groaning, I slip out of the huge bed to begin my morning routine.   

  

One, two, three, four, five, six, Seven, eight.   

  

I do a little stretch before heading to the large ballroom in the mansion to dance. Eyes closed, breath steady. The dance begins.  

  

Twirling, swirling, a little sway-  

  

My leg gives out beneath me, a sharp pain jolting through my abdomen. My breath is heavy, eyes wet with tears.   

  

This wasn't how I was meant to end up. Broken, dreamless and even more useless than before.  

  

Curling into myself, I let the tears fall.  

  

Hours pass before I get myself together.   

  

By then, the sky is no longer bright, the birds no longer chirp. I chuckle. "I wonder what my husband is doing now." He has the right to go anywhere he wants, but me. His wife has no choice but to stay still as he wants.  

  

Ember would never have allowed this. Being controlled is one of the things she hates the most. A loud rumbles echoes through the empty room, my body's way of reminding me that I need to sustain it.  

  

It is easy to deny myself food, but I have been doing that for the past three days. My body can't take it anymore.  

  

Slowly, almost painfully, I stagger to my feet, then make my way to the special staircase that leads to the kitchen. My ballet flat makes a soft thud against the floor with each laboured step i take.  

  

Lips pale, eyes struggling from how dizzy I am. I manage to get to the refrigerator. I first gulped in a bottle of water, the refreshing taste a deep contrast to the heat crawling through my insides.   

  

Then I find some fruits to make do with. I sit by the counter, gaze fixed on the large estate visible through the glass walls.  

  

I can imagine myself walking through it, the cold night air caressing my skin. A soft smile on my lips as birds chirp surrounds me.  

  

That would me wonderful. At least it would keep my mind occupied.  

  

However,   

  

The guards at the door won't speak to me or let me out, even the maid that comes to clean once a week doesn't spare me a glance whenever she's around.  

  

Addrik made sure to cut off my path of escape.  

  

I hate him.  

  

"You hate who?" I jolt up the stool, a strangled scream making it's way out of my lips as I twirl around.  

  

There he is.  

  

Adrrik.  

  

Gaze as cold as ever, deep grey orbs a labyrinth of secrets and darkness that threatens to pull me in. "W-What are you doing here?" I breathe, snapping out of my thoughts.  

  

"Have you forgotten that this is my house." The unamused look in my eyes made my stomach twist.  

  

In that heartbeat, suffocation bubbles through me. Is this how I will spend the rest of my life? With a cold husband? An empty house and memories that will haunt me till my death?  

  

I shake my head, taking a step back from him. The heat I now realize as rage shimmers beneath my skin. "Why are you here?" I demand, gaze hard.  

  

Addrik face is expressionless as ever when he says. "Come with me."   

  

"No." The word left my lips with so much anger that it made my whole body tremble.  

  

" I won't repeat myself, Babochka."   

  

"I said no!" I snap, glaring at him. "You left me, your wife here for a whole fucking month, thirty days without a calls, thirty days without asking how I am. And now, you have the guts to come here and command me again? Well, no. I am not playing your stupid games, and I most certainly are not going anywhere with you."   

  

Without waiting for a response, I grab my fruit place with the intention of walking away.   

  

He grabs my forearm and yanks me back with so much force, I fall onto his sturdy chest with a shriek.   

  

"Let go of me!" I struggled and writhe in his arms, however, his grib on me is harsh. Cold. Just like him. " Let go of me, Adrrik!" An overwhelming burst of strength rushes through me, the next thing I know, I twirl around and deliver a sharp slap to his cheeks.  

  

I don't know what came over me.  

  

Maybe it's the anger I have been holding in since two years ago, or the one that has been boiling within me since he left me in this godforsaken place.   

  

The realization comes too late.   

  

My hand covers my mouth, wide eyes staring at the strangely calm man before me. I have seen Addrik calm before.  

  

However, this time is far dangerous... like this calm before the storm. I can hear my own pulse in my hear.  

  

Without thinking twice, I spin around and make for the door. For some reason, seeing him like this reminds me of that night.  

  

The night I had seen him kill a man in his basement, He had stabbed the man over and over again, back then, he had no expression on his face.   

  

Just this calmness one would have when drinking coffee.  

  

I can imagine myself in that same position.  

  

My breath is heavy, my pulse pounding so hard, breathing becomes almost impossibile. Loud footsteps thuds behind. "Babochka!" His voice Isn't loud, but it is a warning.  

  

I don't look back.  

  

Run!  

  

Just keep running, as long you escape, he won't get to you.   

  

I yank the door open, fresh air blowing at my cheeks, freedom had never tasted to good.   

  

And then.  

  

A hand grabs me and yanks me back. " No! Leave me alone!" I yell. Hitting him anywhere I can. "You monster! Let go of me!" I continue struggling. However, Adrrik doesn't let me go.  

  

My back hits the door and I cry out as he holds my two hand against the hard surface. His gaze sizzling against my skin.  

  

Don't be scared. I tell myself, while glaring into his eyes, even though it is almost impossibile with our eyes difference.  

  

I expect to see anger or even the sick look a psychopath would give.   

  

Yet, his eyes holds none of that.   

  

Instead... Disappointment.   

Why?   

  

His breath is hot against my skin, his calloused palm holding my hand in a sensual way.   

  

"Why did you run from me, Babochka?" Adrrik murmurs.   

  

My breath hitches at the nickname. What right does he have to call me that? Is everything I have been through a joke to him?  

  

He lets one hand hold my wrists above my head, while the other caresses my cheek. "Did you think I would hurt you? Is that why you ran?"   

  

I flinch from his touch. Adrrik's hand freezes, then he lets go of my hand and takes a step back, jaw taunt. "This is the first and last time you raise your hand at me. Understood?"  

  

I don't respond.  

  

Adrrik's eyes darkens, without warning, he pulls something out of his belt and presses it to my skull. The cold metal makes me gasp "Don't cross me, Babochka." He warms. Cold fear slithers through me as I eye the gun.   

  

"Y-yes." I nod with much difficulty.   

  

"Good." He stays like that for a brief second, eyes moving over my face. Whatever he sees, he doesn't comment, instead, he pulls the gun from my head and returns it where it belongs.   

  

As I am breathing a sign of relief, Addrik does something unexpected. He bends down, wraps a hand around my knees.  

  

It happens so fast. One moment, my feet is on the floor, the next, I am thrown over his shoulder like a bag of sack.  

  

"W-What are you doing?" I stutter.   

  

~P-Lia~