Hello to you all beauties.
I'm very excited to be here with all of you.
Sending a lot of love and good wishes to you all.
This is the second part of Miracle.
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Evander had never met this girl in his life, but, everything about her just infuriated him from the beginning for no clear reason. Or, maybe he had one reason for it, and it was in the way she just stared at him.
Like she knew every dark and forbidden secret inside his messed up mind, and it was like she was judging him for that. But since when did he even care about what others thought about him? As far as he was concerned it didn't matter to him what anyone in this world thought about him. Most of the people were just small and insignificant. So why even her simple act of staring in to his eyes made him mad?
If he wanted to describe what he just did to her in one word he would pick revenge. He was taking revenge. For what?He had absolutely no fucking idea.
Evander stared at the girl's shivering back. She was crying quietly. He felt a tightening inside his chest. It was hard for him to breath and this was an unfamiliar sensation. Something he hadn't felt for years. He could remember the last time he had that similar feeling. It was at that damn funeral when he was thirteen. The day he lost everything. His soul. His heart. His life. His conscious. He left those things behind in that funeral several years ago. So how could he still feel anything?
Evander cursed himself under his breath. He had never punished anyone in that position. There was no eye contact. It was a necessity to watch the face. Gauge the reactions. It was his job to read expressions and he was brilliant at it.
It dawned on him then and there that he wasn't even brave enough to face this girl as he was hitting her. He was the one who was a coward. Not her.
How could he stare in to her eyes now? What would he see if she stared at him? Did she see the monster inside him? the heartless bastard?
He had probably succeeded in making her afraid of him but he was also now the one who was afraid of her.
He did believe in comforting his charges after the end of a punishment. The time after a punishment was for the person to reflect on the actions that brought about those punishments and also to decide about how to change their behavior accordingly so as to avoid the same fate in the future.
He had never wanted to touch someone since the day he lost his entire life. But after so many years, at that precise time, he really wanted to gather that girl in his arms and offer her some comfort.
Even if she was the same person that had been described to him, she didn't deserve this treatment. No one did.
He had no problem killing people, if he thought they deserved it. He was way past that point. But he still believed in a just and fair world.
At that point the best thing he could do for that girl and for himself was to quickly get out of there. Something that, if he had done sooner, he could have avoided this terrible situation.
He needed a clear mind and around that girl reason just flew away. His head was beginning to explode, with the sea of questions he had no answer for.
And again for the first time in many years, he had a throbbing headache.
Evander considered emotions to be useless, and emotional people to be weak. He always prided himself in not being tied by emotions and recommended Ethan and the others to distance themselves from getting emotional.
Evander started to walk toward the girl, to free her from the wall hook. He planned to avoid staring at her as much as possible. He wasn't ready for that.
That damn scent of roses invaded him again as he got closer. She must have felt him getting close, because her shivers and sobs got worse. She was covered in sweat.
He expected her to be meek and calm, as he freed her arms and picked her up, this time in his arms. He was in for a big surprise, because the minute Alyia was free, she started her kicking and struggling again. Did that girl ever get tired of fighting? He didn't think there was any more energy left inside her. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen that much stamina and fierceness in anyone. That much courage. She deserved respect.
Despite her fists and kicks, Evander took her toward the other corner of the room where there was a hidden door. The door opened as soon as he got near to the doorway and touched it.
Evander entered the room, carrying a struggling Alyia in his arms. He knew he had to talk to her. Say something. However, he couldn't even look in to her eyes.
The room was a windowless, small room with no furniture, except a thick mattress in the center.
Quickly turning her flailing body in his arms, he managed to put her down on her belly on the mattress gently.
Before Alyia had a chance to move, the door was shut closed and the devil was gone.
Outside the room, Evander just leaned against the nearest wall and sighed. Just as he was putting her down on the mattress he got a glimpse of her tear-stained eyes regarding him with an expression of utter disdain.
Everything about this girl was honest and deep. Even the hatred in her eyes cut through him like a knife.
He was quite literally at a loss and just like the routine of that damn day and all the first times he had experienced, he didn't have a plan. He hoped that he could think more clearly now that she was not around.