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3rd pov;

There she layed still.

No one bothered to check the poor soul who had been knocked out.

Pain struck face.

She shivered on the cold surface.

Tear stained face. Droplets of water dribbled down her forehead.

Her breathing heavy and slow.

Several hours later, she gained her conscious back. Her energy had been drained out. It felt as if her limbs were dead. Her body still shaky from the panic attack she had.

Lifting herself up slowly, she sat on the floor, her head hung low. The curtain of hair falling on her face.

She blew a breath out.

Getting up slowly with the help of the bed, she went towards the bathroom. Her reflection was sad just like her.

‘No one helped me..’ her words rang in the silent atmosphere.

’No one cared..”

A sarcastic chuckle erupted from her.

‘I am definitely loved aren’t I?’ She sarcastically spoke.

Turning the tap on, she splashed some water on her face to get rid of the sweat. Her eyes bloodshot. A small red puffy nose. Her cheeks flushed. Her hair was a mess.

Existing the bathroom, she took a new pair of sweats and changed herself into it.

Her eyes than landed at the broken pieces of the vase, dried bloody spots rested on it. She stalked towards it.

Squatting down, she picked up the glass shreds, not caring if it sliced her skin.

She was already hurt.

She was already broken.

Getting back up, she left her bedroom. The house was quiet. Not a single voice was heard.

She went downstairs and saw an old lady in a kitchen. Elena went towards the garbage can and threw the shreds inside it, this act caught her attention and she turned around.

Her face was wrinkly, her orbs were a deep green color. Her grey hair tied in a bun and an apron hanging on her. She had such a sweet aura around her. She smiled at her. “Hello sweetheart, I’m Emily, the chef and caretaker.” Her voice sweet and angelic.

Elena tried to smile back but her cheeks were in pain. “I’m Elena, nice too meet you.”

“Would you like something to eat?” She asked politely.

“Um, fruits?” Elena hesitantly said, her hair covering her face. “Ofcourse love! Coming right up, just sit on the chair next to the isle and I’ll bring it.”

Elena nodded and sat on the chair thinking where everyone went.

“Ma’am, where is everyone? The house is awfully quiet.” She questioned. “First of all, don’t call me ma’am, you can call me Gran and secondly they all went out for shopping I guess except Lucifer and Elias, they’re in the gym downstairs.” She spoke as she brought the bowl of fruits infront of her.

Different types of pieces were in it. Cubes of dragon fruit, slices of tangerine, apple, banana and peach.

Elena hesitantly clasped her hair back in a pony tail. The old lady gasped. “Sweetheart, what happened to your face?”

She looked away before answering, “I fell.”

Emily looked at her in shock. She knew the little girl was lying. Her cheek had dried blood stains and pieces of glass shreds sticking in her skin. A very visible handprint rested on her face. Her bottom lip was split. She knew something was wrong.

She hurriedly went towards the cabinet to get the first-aid kit.

She placed the kit on the table and took a hold of her face as she inspected the damage.

“You’re quite hurt, you know.” Emily whispered. For some unknown reason her heart ached for the sweet girl whose was avoiding her eyes.

She started to clean her cheeks with the cotton. Taking a pair of tweezers she looked in her eyes and reassured her slowly., “this is gonna hurt a bit, so please endure it and if it’s too much just tell me stop then.” 

Elena nodded weakly.

Plucking the shreds out slowly, Emily worked her way to busted lip. The girl winced at the contact of the alcohol.

Dabbling the cotton on her wounds she cleaned of the blood once again. Taking some ointment from the kit, she applied it on the bruises of her face.

After a while, Emily was done.

“Thankyou, Gran.” Elena weakly half smiled at her, the smile never reaching her eyes. But she was truly happy that someone had helped her. “Now eat and you’ll have to dress it up again since the cuts by the shreds were deep.” Elena nodded again.

She started eating, the sweetness instantly melting in her mouth. She had always loved fruits but she never had money to buy them.

She was always starved due to the caretaker she had also since everyone called her fat. But she didn’t care what people said, since it was her life and her rules.

“Grans, I need some protein shake for me and Luc.” A deep accented voice rang in the kitchen.

Her body stilled.

She suddenly went on nervous mode. Her hands became sweaty. She clutched the fork tightly within her hands. Closing her eyes, she slowed down her breathing which had escalated at the voice.

Breathe Elena, Breathe.

“Of course Elias, just sit down for a minute, I’ll bring it.” Emily said from the kitchen. Elias hummed and took a seat on the opposite side of Elena.

His eyes traveled to the girl who was frozen in her chair. His eyes landed on the handprint from the morning but what left him shocked was the droplets of blood on her other cheek which was seeping out from the cuts.

An image of Mary flashed infront of his eyes. The red crimson blood surrounding her as she layed on the ground. Her hair scattered. Her mouth agape. She was a living corpse. He didn’t wanted to get attached to anyone especially a girl. He hated the idea of his father marrying but he had no choice.

Elena looked up, her gaze rested on his face but his eyes were on the injuries on her cheek. He was in his very own world.

She inwardly flinched.

There eyes soon met and suddenly she felt more sweaty. His dark eyes had blankness lingering in them. No emotions, nothing.

She wanted to get away.

She couldn’t bear the fact that more people hated her because of who knows what.

She abruptly stood up but halted in her steps when she heard the next words from his mouth,

“What happened to your fucking face?”