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

down my face, each drop carrying the weight of my despair. Trying to keep myself

fear. His expression was so menacing, so

he took seemed to echo in the room, each one bringing him closer to where I sat, feeling smaller and more

I was frozen in place, unable to

confrontation

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

made. In that moment, it felt like time had slowed down, each passing

a long, foreboding shadow over the room.

glared at me, moving his face closer to mine.” What a

grip on my jaw was tight and unyielding,

reason with him all these times, he seemed determined to inflict

hope that he would eventually come back to his senses before he decides to do

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

grip on my jaw was tight and I could feel the pain shooting through my entire body. I wanted to scream, to fight back, but I knew it would only make things worse. So I closed my eyes and tried to block out the agony, hoping that it would be over soon.

shouldn’t I

could feel his frustration and anger mounting as he demanded

was too much, preventing me from

word.