I didn't want to think about him. I seriously meant to move on. But in the end, I was just attracted to him. May it be physically or emotionally. I was taught to be true with love. That's how my mother instructed me to feel. She taught to never fight my heart but be with him. And whatever the obstacles, to always rely on him. But up until now, I only put my father's words in action. And that's how we both, Alexis and I, ended up here. Stuck to be afar from each other yet so clost at times. All of this mess because I loved hating him. Well, that's my past. A past that will seek me through hell.
"(Alexis)..You seriously got balls coming up here alone....Give me a reason not to end you right now, Cecile's lackey.."
But was it too late to hope for a glimmer of love from him ? Was it impossible for him to just love me back like he used to ? Or was I just getting out of my head ? My frustration mixed up with my anger started to create a strange feeling inside of me. A feeling of missing, craving. A feeling of emptiness. But did went through this too ? Did he feel empty ? Was this the reason he craved for my body ?
"(Alexis)..Woman !!!! I'm talking to you !!! Don't ignore my words and answer !!!!!"
The thoughts of him suffering because of me never went through my mind. I actually just cared about me because I was taught to be like this. I was taught to be an egotist. I wasn't forced but these words my father said were so convincing, I simply accepted it. Without any knowledge of anything but that, I kept it in my heart and while I grew up, I thought my money and I were only important.
"(Alexis)..Well,if you're not gonna reply..I will just have to serve myself if you see what I mean..."
To be continued.
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