~I waited for you. I did, until you killed me. And dead can't wait, can they?

Avalyn's POV.

I ran to my room and closed the door shut. I couldn't breath, which is mu usual reaction when I felt hated, dirty, unworthy. That what father told me I was, whenever I did something wrong. I got rid of my shoes that instance. That's what my father wanted whenever he was angry. I stood up straight by the wall with both my hands on my side, tears streaking down my face.

My breaths were coming in short jerks. I felt suffocated. Oh no! Not now! Not here! I tried to control my breathing, giving my best to stop the panic attack. But all that came to my mind was memories of my father. He wanted me to feel dirty, whenever I did something wrong. He would not allow me to wear shoes. He would make me stand bare feet for hours.

While, telling me that I was dirty and worthless and how he was a good man and a good father for accepting me and feeding me. That I should be thankful for everything he did for me. But it would hurt so bad on the days he was the most angry. He would make me stand on broken glass or pins. I would cry in pain and agony, yet all he would do was to sip his tea while looking at his newspaper.

I clenced my hands so hard, that the skin on my palm tore by the force of my nails on them. I saw blood and closed my eyes. I needed to get out of this cage in my mind. I tried remembering good times, then a memory flashed through my mind.

Once I had this attack, when I was with Avery, in her condo. She hugged me telling me how she had nothing and I was her only family. She told me to stop calling myself worthless. She made me feel wanted. I remebered that, and slowly my breath started to get in control. I started to take long breaths and slid by the wall. I sat down hugging my knees to my chest. And before I knew, I was asleep.

~Morning~

I woke up next day, with a headache. Thinking about everything that happened till now. How was I supposed to face Avery after this? How would I tell her what happened? Why did he marry me, if he hated me? I liked him, loved him in fact. It would have been okay if he didn't like me, but he literally hates me. I could have changed, him not liking me or loving me. But I'm not naive enough to change a person's doubtless hatred towards me. With no specific reasons.

The worst thing you can do to a person is ridicule them over something they were excited about. He made me feel like an idiot for being excited about getting married and looking forward for a life together. He wouldn't have done that to me, if he didn't hate me.

I sat at the edge of the bed waited for someone to come and get me out of the room. Because, I wasn't allowed to get out when Salvatore was around. And I don't know if he was around or not. The room I was given was as splendid as the rest of the house, very luxurious, but he*l to the luxury when there was so much misery with in.

I stood up with a sigh and walked in to the dressing room. There were every brand of clothes in there. Some with names, I didn't even know how to pronounce. There was a wall lengthed mirror coving one side of the closet. I stood in front of it and saw myself. My brown eyes tired, the rims of my eyes red and swollen. They were screaming for everyone to see how she had cried herself to sleep. I looked all over my 5'4 self, pathetic, that's how I looked. My wedding dress was still on, crumpled because I slept in it. Some of the fabric stained with blood.

I was a tan short girl with some weight on her, I had ordinary brown eyes and brown curly hair that came down to my shoulder. Unlike the woman that I saw yesterday. She had long blond hair with blue eyes and flawless light skin. Her slim figure made me look at my belly and thighs.

I saw the mess my hair was in and sighed. I guess it's about time fresh up and change. I sat down on the bed and stared at nothing in particular, wondering what went wrong to make Salvatore Agosti hate me so much. I can never go back to my house again. My father will kill me. He told me a day before my wedding how it was my only chance to show him my worth and not be a disappointment. And I was too ashamed to go back to Avery and be a burden to her. I need to complete my studies.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door and a woman in her early 40s came in. She smiled politely at me, her eyes filled with kindness. Her hair were pulled back in a formal bun, which looked too tight to make any woman pity her. Because only women can understand the pain.

She introduced herself and asked me to call her Anna. And told me that she was the house keeper. I told her my name and she smiled at me again nodding. "Doesn't it hurt?" I asked her eyeing the stretched hair. "Mrs Agosti, should I be honest or professionally pleasing?" I almost cringed at her calling me that. "First of all be informal with me Anna. And then, of course honesty over everything." I smiled at her while putting my hand on my heart.

She nodded and in an instance I saw her transform into something else. Her shoulders relaxed and were less stiff. She sign and said "He**, yes it does." Once I realized she was answering to my question earlier I burst out laughing and she chukled.

It's about time I make some friends here. I can't go anywhere until I became financially independent, atleast. And to be that, I needed to study. And I did just that.

~4 years later~

I took a big bite out of the sandwich Chef Louis made specifically for me. He was in his 50s and like an Uncle to me. He smiles with me on my happy days and gets sad with me on my bad days, just like Aunt Anna did. I was stuck on calling her Aunty. And she liked it that way. Since I've come here, many things have changed. Aunty wore her hair loose. The servants can bring their kids on occasions and emergencies and we eat together and sometimes cook together.

I was sitting on a bench in the garden of the mansion as I looked at my laptop, new article about Salvatore's new girlfriend was posted today. She was yet again a blond with big blue eyes. He never returned home one. I found out that he left for abroad, my first morning in this mansion. And he never returned once. I've decided to become a lawyer and I'm on my way there.

In all these years I've learnt quite a lot about Salvatore Agosti. A billionaire, owning many hotel branches, colonies and multinational companies. But what shocked me most was that he was a doctor. An actual doctor, a surgeon and he also owned many hospitals. How odd it was for that dark, Lucifer looking man actually saving lives.

I met with Avery and told her everything few months after my wedding. She was hurt that I didn't come to her the very night I went away. She insisted upon moving in with her but I didn't want to burden her. My tuition fees were payed on time by Salvatore and I had a house to myself with food and uncle and aunty.

I didn't want anything more. I convinced Avery to let me stay here, and she agreedjust because Salvatore hasn't shown his face here at all in 4 years. Avery and I hang out a lot, we watch movies, went skiing and on picnics and much more. We could bake in the kitchen once every year. The day of Mr Salvatore's birthday, which I definitely kept a secret from Avery otherwise she would never have come and helped.

She never asked much anyways. She would return home after baking the cake together with me. I would wait till mid night, for a chance that he might return home and I would give him the cake. Every year I waited and after midnight I ate the cake alone.

Every night of my birthday, I would dress up in my best and wait. Avery, aunty and uncle were here every year of course. But didn't dress up for them, not once. After everyone would leave, I still stayes awake, sitting in my room all night, that may be he would come this year. If not this then maybe next? But he never did. Never.

I looked up and saw Alex, Aunty's 7 years old son playing with a balloon Uncle Louis gave him. The wind was blowing and the sun was shining it's blessings on us. There was so much peace in that day.. But on that night, my life took an unexpected turn and everything I knew and believed changed. I died that night. And I had no idea yet, about what was to come.

Salvatore Agosti was back. The moment I got the news I was scared. I don't know why, I just was. Maybe because I met my father last week in four years and he told me to get a document from his office. Even though I refused I was still scared.

I was asked to go to Salvatore's office and I obliged. I walked in after hearing a very familiar voice asking me to come in. I stood in front of the table Salvatore was leaning on with some sort of drink in his hand. Some sort of alcohol I guessed, by a weird shadow on his eyes. They were almost... not grey. Not snow. Not pretty. They were scary. Those eyes were like that iceberg, standing alone at night, that made the titanic sink.

There was a doubt in me that after so many years he would have some emotions or atleast respect for me as human being. But I took one look at his eyes and all doubts cleared. I was dirt to him. And right now and offensive dirt, like he was displeased by my very existence.

I looked at him, my eyes soft, feeling pity for him, for myself, for us. For all those hopes and fantasies I've made up in my mind, of us. Where we lived, a happy life full of love and laughter. Where I died with my wrinkly hand in his and my weak brown eyes still looking at his old grey eyes where all I could see was love and adoration for me. But all that was a lie to please myself, because I did die that night. But a death of dishonor and shame. No mercy for me.

I looked quietly as he put the glass down after taking one big gulp. I felt him move forward from his table and with a blink of an eye a felt a sharp pain on my right cheek and my lip. What? Why? I was confused and adrenaline kicked in the moment I felt something warm trickling down my chin. Blood.

I backed away and held my breath, I heard him curse something under his breath as he took his ring off and put it on the table behind him. "I should never have trusted a spoiled fu**ing brat like you to keep in my home." He walked towards me and I held my arms up, covering my face and head.

A cold, wide hand was wrapped around my neck and I was pushed forcefully into the wall. My head banged with it hard. "You ruined everything I worked for. Everything." I tried breathing as tears streaked down my face, mixing with the blood from my lips. I wish I was stronger, to protect myself physically. I scratch at the hand around my neck. I pushed my shoes off as an instinct of being hated. An instinct given to me by my father.

I'm scared, what did I do? Please tell me what I did. I never meant to hurt anyone, I never meant to ruin anything for anyone. Please...Please... Please...

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Me: I just wanna talk to him.