29: "The promise"

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{Nikolai}

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{Nikolai}

Regret, regret was something I never felt. No matter how many life's I took, how many places I destroyed, how many people I hurt.

But today, the hurt I saw in her eyes. Those tears falling down her mesmerizing eyes. And what hurt me was knowing that I'm the one who caused them, what hurt was knowing that I can't wipe them .

I hurt her, I hurt my soul. My all.

She didn't deserve it. She deserved to know the truth. She deserved better. Something I ruined for her.

I sit in my office, bottles of wine laying on the floor. I sit near the window watching her beautiful pictures, the way she smiles at the camera, the way her beautiful Amber eyes shine when she looks at me. I hurt those eyes.

She held my finger with her tiny hands. A smile crept on my face as I remember the memory

We were walking back home, she wanted to hold my hand. But scowled when her tiny hands couldn't cover my large ones. So I give her two of my fingers, which wrapped around her soft hand.

She smiled, God that smile.
I could kill for her
I could die for her.

"Man what the fuck!" Leonidas burst open the door , he looked furious. And i mean, furious.

"Nikolai, what the fuck is wrong with you. You hurt her, her!! She gave you everything she had man, literally everything. And you? What did you do? You fucking destroyed her" he yelled at me , making me grip my phone tighter. My jaw clenched as I remember those tears falling down her eyes.

"I had to" he rolled his eyes at me , scoffing.

"What? Couldn't you tell her. Couldn't you tell her that you were here to save her?"  I listen to him, I listen to everything he says. And then I remembered Abigail's words.

Flashback.

According to Damien,  Abigail was dead.

Little did he know, I made Leonidas take her away from here. Away from this place. Where she could be treated . She could be saved.

I walk into my private hospital room, Abigail was laying in the bed, strings attached to her body. Marks of abuse on her skin.

"Kai" she muttered the nickname she gave me softly.

"Please sa-save .......her" I frown, not knowing what she meant. Her daughter was safe, she was with Leonidas who was braiding her hair and distracting her with dolls.

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