Chapter fifty five

“Alejandro she is sorry, she is in pain. She needs you,” Ava cried when he turned to walk out of the room clutching onto his shirt.

Lucian stopped by the door and snorted, “pain? What do you know as pain, Ava?” he turned to look at her, “when you are missing someone and they are not there? Or when you had to stand at your mother’s funeral?” he shook his head, “that is not pain; let me tell you what pain is. Pain is when you had an accident running after the woman you called mother, and all you heard in your consciousness was her telling you how sorry she was, something that haunts you every night because you woke up in the hospital hoping to see her but she was not there. Pain is when you had to live with unknown men who locked you up in a dark room filled with hungry mice who chew at your skin bit by bit all because you didn’t get something right. Pain is when you had to sit down at thirteen and let grown up women rape yo