Dangerous Love - Book II of the Dangerous Series

Chapter 8 - Denial

 Chapter 8 – Denial

 

“Why, Joel? Why did you do it?” If looks could have killed, then I’m sure he would be slaughtered across the floor right now in front of me. I backed away from him into the corner, not wanting to be anywhere near him. I couldn’t handle the thought of even being in the same room as someone who had shattered my entire life in front of me, who had possibly murdered my soul mate. I loathed him.

“Are you really that blind? That naïve? Do you really think that by destroying your one big threat, by taking away literally part of my soul, that I would just run back into your arms? Fall for you? I hate you Joel. I will never love you. Never.” I seethed, my words sounding like pure poison; a poison so strong that it would literally melt ones flesh right to the very bone within seconds.

His eyes narrowed if just for a split second, but that look of disgust was immediately turned to one of shame. One of sympathy. He cleared his throat.

“Well, I’m glad to see that you are finally talking to me again.” He muttered, almost to himself, in a very aggravating, irritating, mocking tone.

“Fuck you Joel. Seriously get the fuck away from me because I don’t want anything to do with you. Got it?” I felt my temperature increasing. My skin was heating up, and if he remained there for much longer I was sure I was going to pounce on him and rip his throat right out with my bare teeth, just like a cruel and malice vampire.

Joel placed the plate of bread on the bed beside him, and leaned over to rest his head in his hands in frustration, his elbows supporting him up on his knees. He took in a deep and long breath.

“Miranda, I’m sorry. I really am.” He breathed with the most sympathetic, compassionate tone that I’d ever heard from him. It was reeking in pity, sorrow, and pain. How dare he feel sorry for me! He did this to me!

He looked up then with intense puppy dog eyes, almost making my soul melt, almost making my stomach flutter. I pushed those emotions away immediately, quite stunned at why I had felt that way. Why I had momentarily understood what he was feeling. Why had I almost, if in the slightest, believed that he was sorry for what he’d done? The shock realisation hit me when I realised that it was my vibes. But why? He was my ultimate enemy here and had just murdered the love of my life, right in front of my own eyes! Why would I possibly feel sympathy and understanding for the man, no scrap that, monster!?

I was sure that he detected my self-doubt just then, drawing me in even more by his mere orbs that seemed to be glowing. “Miranda, if only you knew. If only you could see what I have seen.” He was making my blood boil. How dare he excuse what he had done. I didn’t want to see what he’d seen. His vision was some twisted up, love-struck ideal that had deluded him since the very first day that we had known of my existence.

“I don’t want your fucked up opinions Joel! I know who you are, I know that you’re this messed up stalker who has become obsessive and let his attachment to someone turn him into a malicious monster! A murderer! I don’t need to know any more than that, because that’s what you’ll always be to me Joel. The scum beneath my feet.” I was so, so angry. My poetic words were wrapping around his chest and pulling tight, so tight that I could see that he was barely able to hold a normal heart rate now. My poison was finally beginning to suck him in; suck him dry, cracks beginning to form beneath the surface. I had cracked him, his calm demeanour wavering so suddenly. Finally.