ARIA’S POV:
”Ahhhhh!” I yelled at the top of my voice.
The only thing preventing me from jumping out of my skin was his arms firmly wrapped around me.
He jumped up, startled, then freed his arms.
I watched him act very nonchalant, stretching out.
“It’s too early for tantrums,” he said, dropping from the bed.
“This is for show!” I charged, “I have no reason to wake up to cuddles. You have no right!” My veins were about to pop.
“Shut your mouth!” He said very sternly.
Fear, in the form of cold shivers, ran through my spine.
“You were having a bad dream and almost dying. I saved you.” He walked into the bathroom.
His words echoed in my ears.
‘saved me’.
I thought back.
I was terrified of walking out of the room.
I didn’t want to end up bound to a chair in a dark room a second time.
The plan was to wait a little, when I could no longer hear the singing, I’d sneak out, just before Draven returned.
“Oh no!” I rested my forehead on my palm.
I must have dozed off.
“Oh! No!” Diffidence flooded my bloodstreams.
I remembered being locked back in the dark room, being physically battered by a strange woman.
I did not recognize her.
“No! No! No!” The thought of Draven seeing me weak and vulnerable, to the point he had to hold me almost made me tear my face off.
I didn’t think I’d ever be able to face him and unfortunately, I had to.
He stormed back into the room with a wet body and only a gray colored towel wrapped around his waist.
His hair dripping down his hard rock chest, forming cracked streams through his abs until they were trapped by the towel, was quite a sight–one that left my jaw hanging.
“Ella is home schooled, but I’m sure she’d want you to accompany her to her class when the teacher arrives,” his cold voice tore through the silence in the room, as well as the fantasy I was living in for a few seconds.
“Huh?” I snapped back in confusion.
“Her teacher would be here in forty minutes and that includes breakfast time, so get up and get ready!” Draven was clearly irritated by my confusion.
I got out of bed and quickly rushed into the bathroom.
“What is wrong with you?” I scolded, staring at my reflection in the mirror.
“Why are you humiliating yourself?” I hated my actions all morning, but around him, it was like I couldn’t control myself.
I rushed through brushing my teeth and got into the tub.
I was halfway covered in foam, with my eyes screwed shut when I heard the door fly open.
“Woah…” I placed my hand over my lower body and peeped.
My legs crippled when I realized it was Draven.
“What are you doing?” I yelled.
“I have to floss,” he walked over to the mirror.
I hurriedly washed my face, only enough to open my eyes and then pulled a bathrobe over my body that was still leathery from the unrinsed soap.
“You couldn’t do that while you were in the bathroom?” I was filled with rage at how nonchalant he was acting.
Like it was normal for us to share a bathroom.
“Relax. Are we not married?” I saw his face through the mirror, trying hard to hide his smug smile.
I scoffed. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
“You’re unbelievable!” I stormed out of the bathroom in the most haphazard way.
My body is still dripping foam and water.
All I could think about was squeezing his neck until he had no more life.
The phrase ‘blind fury’ had never been truer.
Everything happened pretty fast.
One minute, I was walking out, the next minute, I was flat on the floor.
“Arghhh!” I yelled, as I landed heavily on my hand.
I had slipped from the foam from my body.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I felt a mixture of pain and pressure on the right side of my body.
“What in the world…?” Draven dashed to me.
He arrived with what seemed like the speed of light.
“Did no one ever tell you it was a bad idea to step on a marble floor all wet?” He said, his eyes showed he felt sorry for me as he tried to help me up and examine me, but his tone rather said, ‘how dumb can you be?’
I did not respond, afraid that if I said anything tears were going to follow and I could not afford any more embarrassments in front of Draven.
I had had more than enough for one morning.
He picked me up from the floor in his arms like I was baby and went back into the bathroom.
My shoulder joint had popped out of the socket, so I held my hand in place.
Draven placed me on the toilet seat and stretched his hands towards my neck.
“What are you doing?” I attacked, “argh…” I tried to pull away, but the pain wouldn’t let me make any move.
Draven ignored me and tried again, this time, he only alarmed me.
“What are you doing?” I couldn’t move, but I could yell and I did, at the very top of my voice.
I was not unaware that being in his territory, my yelling would amount to nothing, but a girl could at least try.