Waking up to an empty bed was definitely not what I was expecting, especially on a Saturday morning. I sluggishly got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I opened the door and entered."Sophia?" I heard Demetrius voice vaguely in the bathroom.I immediately felt my cheeks turn red, I had no idea he was in here."Erm yes." I answered as more of a question, the thought of talking to Demetrius while he was naked in the shower made me downright nervous and hot."Well are you just gonna stand there or are you coming in?" I could hear the laughter in his voice. It's times like this that I was thankful he couldn't see me because right now I most certainly resembled a beetroot."Actually, I think I might just wait outside." I attempt to retreat back to the comfort of my bed but his gruff tone stopped me short."Where do you thin

Rubbing the last of my ointment, I gumpily threw the container back into the cupboard and shut the door.I hate that bitch.As soon as Demetrius and I got home I ran angrily to our room and slammed the door shut. I've been there ever since. I refused to allow him access into the room, still too pissed off to face him. That woman - oh the things I dreamed of telling Demetrius, but I knew I couldn't, that would be heartless of me to destroy the close bond he has with his mother. Anyway why would he even believe me? I'm just his wife after all. Sarcasm intended.Yesterday after I refused to allow Demetrius into the room, he felt it wise of him to spend the entire night outside the door waiting for me to open it for him, in the hope that the sympathetic part of me would surface, it never did.I am not sure whether he is still out there or if he has gone to one of the guest r

Is it wrong if I thought of leaving, even for a second?Would that make me wicked and selfish?Would that make me exactly like him? Carelessly destroying life you could have easily preserved. What if I did choose to leave? Would I come back home the next day to find my husband alive and well?I refused to answer the question, the thought alone made me weak and afraid, it made me feel powerless because even though Demetrius feels he is the one protecting me. I am protecting him.Deciding to turn my phone on, I wasn't surprised at the 78 missed calls and 112 messages. I didn't bother to read any of them, I knew exactly what he had to say to me and trust me, it was not pleasant.Walking slowly to the home that would certainly be hell soon, I looked around the beautiful country that is Greece and savoured this moment of freedom because

"Are you going to just stand there or are you going to give your old man a hug?" He questions taking a swig from the bottle.I can't even look him the eyes. "I think I'll just stand."He nods, excepting the fact that I will not go anywhere near him

Demetrius' POVI was running, pushing my legs to the limit. I wouldn't let them get me, I couldn't let them get me. I continued to flee, my muscles burned in agony when I refused to take much needed rest. Only one goal registered in my brain.