The Love From Vengeance

97 AND THERE WE STOOD

ARIEL’S POV

Now here I was, standing still, and staring at Luke, who was also staring at me across the road. The anger within me was quite clear, and I just wanted to sove him, and kneel his balls, or something. But some other mind told me to not do anything stupid.

And Luke was really stupid, acting crazy continuously. So, I too needed to do the same, so I could handle him pretty well. As the Ava Max song goes, sweet but a psycho. I’m so going to show this man how crazy I could get.

As Luke’s intense gaze continued to bore into me, I couldn’t help but wonder what thoughts were running through his head. Was he angry? Confused?

Why was he going to be angry anyway? He was the one who did shit. If someon was to be upset around here, it should be me. And confused? Nah, he obviously knew what I had in mind right now.

But whatever it was in his head, I couldn’t deny the urge to speak my mind and let him know exactly how I felt. I knew it would probably start an argument. Yeah, it was definitely going to start an argument.

Well I was sick and tired of his goddamn demeanor. It was just so galling. Tongue -lashing him was something I was planning on carrying out, right here, right

now.

But now, I just couldn’t. I couldn’t flaunt the rage within me, and I felt frozen for some reason. With the gaze still on, I felt like a statue. And looking into his eyes, I could recall the past conflicts between us.

EIGHT YEARS AGO

I felt the weight of my tears as they trickled down my face, each drop carrying the weight of my despair. Trying to keep

fear. His expression was so menacing, so full of an inexplicable intensity, that I couldn’t help but be petrified as he steadily closed the

step he took seemed to echo in the room, each one bringing him closer to where I sat, feeling smaller and more vulnerable than ever. The sight of him, coupled with his piercing gaze, left *me trembling in

and I was frozen in

confrontation

confusion, and a growing sense of helplessness. I tried to summon the strength to confront him, but his intimidating presence seemed to suffocate any courage I had left. His eyes bore into mine, and I found myself unable

had slowed down, each passing second stretching into an eternity of uncertainty and dread. I desperately thought of a way out,

seconds ticked by, each one feeling heavier than the last, until finally, he stood before me, his presence casting a long, foreboding shadow over

face closer to

in pain. His grip on my jaw was tight and

for me evident in his eyes. Despite my attempts to reason with him all these times, he seemed determined to inflict as much

decides to do anything baleful around here. Because at

huh? To live in wealth? Is this not what you want?!” Luke snarled,

I wanted to scream, to fight back, but I knew it would only make things worse. So I closed my

I

I could feel his frustration and anger mounting as he demanded for me to speak. But no matter

force on my face was too much,

word.