"Have i...-" he whispered again, his voice was almost vulnerable. "-Ever fucking hit you?!" He yelled out, his voice filled with so much anger that it felt like it made the whole damn walls shake. I quickly averted my eyes from his, making us lose eye contact as I shook my head no. "Then why do you always cower away in fear when I get to close to you? Why do you expect me to hurt you when I have never laid my hands on you? He whispered through gritted teeth. This was the most emotions I had ever gotten from him. And he was right. Yet the answer was so simple. I wasn't afraid of Stephano hurting me. Hell, I even deserved to be hurt because of the blood I had on my hands. I could have saved him. But my mission was yet to be accomplished. So I couldn't expose who I was or am. And I knew that if Stephano found out, he would never let me go. And sooner or later, I had to go. _______________ I DO NOT OWN ANY RIGHTS TO THESE GIFS AND PHOTOS. Everything else is from my imagination and fantasy at four in the morning.
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