Chapter 11 :

"I have not broken your heart—you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine." — Heathcliff Earnshaw.

All thoughts left my mind when I saw him pulling his legs together in a bracing manner, while he curled up in a ball on the hardwood floor. Did I hurt him way too much? I didn't know, but I was scared and angry at myself for being that insensitive and neglectful to have taken it that far. Instinctively, I knelt on the floor, placing my hands on his arms, attempting to pick him up. He gave no response, and for a moment the assumption that I might have knocked him out unconscious, drove me into a haze.

I felt the muscles of his arm tense as my warm finger pads rested on them, inaptly trying to ease out the tremendous pain that I might have caused him. He whirled his head to glance at me, and all I saw was unspoken contempt etched on his face, when a vicious blow threw me off balance, making me land head first on the floor.

"Ow!" I howled in pain, not being able to suppress the involuntary response that escaped my lips at the action of such menace. One side of my face was stuck on the floor, badly bruised as it would be in no time; I had no doubt when my trembling hands reached the exposed part of my countenance, finding fresh blood flowing from my nose. Oh shit.

My vision was blurred, half with tears and half with agony because I didn't see that blow headed my way. That nasty son of a bitch. My blue eyes adjusted to the dim light in the room, as I recollected my whole strength, picking my sorry self up from the floor. Fluttering eyelids assessed the man standing infront of me, looking anything but sorry. He was resting on one of the couches, arms spread out along the outline of the sofa, silently glaring at me.

"Fuck you, you insensitive coward." The palm of my left hand went to tend my right eye, pressing it softly to decrease the pain. God, I would have a headache anytime soon. Venom sipped through my words, anger distorting my face into an ugly grimace. The fingers went from there to my wounded nose, attempting to stop the bleeding, but no avail.

My white shirt was splotched with sporadic drops of blood, and I felt the warm liquid flow down to my lips. Sticking out my tongue, I quietly licked away the blood, smacking it profusely. His jaw was clenched, and there was a slight cut across his bottom lip, which he was tending with his fingers. Intense gazes clashed against eachother, the tension rising in the room despite the fact that no one uttered a word.

Throwing my head back as an attempt to rearrange my messed up hair, my staggering feet dragged my weak self out of the room as I watched him study me by the corner of his eye. "And, another thing," I turned back to face him, taking out a linen handkerchief from the breast pocket of my shirt, "Can money buy you the one thing that you need the most? That you crave for?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He growled in a menacing tone, gripping the couch with a hand to provide him the support to get up on his feet. His boots clicked against the expensive floor, as he made his way to me, those piercing grey eyes giving off sparks. I threw him an amused smile, dabbing a scrunched up part of my handkerchief against the blood flowing from my nose.

"Love. Can it buy you love? Doesn't it get lonely up at the top, Mr. Roulette?" Bending my body towards him, I dropped my voice to a mere whisper, still powerful enough for him to hear, "Deep down, you're lonely and you know it. You may pretend like you're the alpha male, but you are a scared little kid, Alexander. Convinced he'll be tossed aside the second he isn't needed."

His eyes widened, giving me an alarmed and bewildered look; one that I had never seen in my life, as he parted his mouth open, taking a step back when the depth of my words dawned at him with a speeding catastrophic slam. Hovering over him, my gaze dropped to his quivering lips, slightly leaning my head towards him, earnestly brushing them with mine. "And that's what I thought." My lips quirked up and I turned at my heels, leaving him alone.