Hurt

He was waiting by the exit as she told me. There were two people dressed in black beside him. I saw them mumbling something to their microphones when they saw me.

I was able to make my mind up thinking that it was not a threat to us. If it was some sort of a threat He would at least move a little to notify me of what is going on. 'I finally arrived near him.'

For some reason I think that I am starting to have feelings towards him, but how could I.

We got into the car, he didn't bother bidding farewell to the young girl who brought me to the exit, so I bowed a little to show her my gratitude and got into the car.

It was really awkward. He was sitting at the left corner of the car, without speaking anything. He didn't even bother to look at me.

I have never failed to have the attention of someone. Not even once in my life.

I kept sitting, enjoying the awkward situation.

It didn't take me that long to realize that we were not heading in the direction where our family mansion was.

'Maybe we are going somewhere, but where is it?' I couldn't ask him nor the driver.

Things got even more complicated when the driver entered the expressway to the airport.

"Are you curious about where we are going?" He asked me being sarcastic as much as he could be.

"Will you believe me if I say I am not curious. You won't right?"

"I know we are headed towards the airport."

"Oh, so you are familiar with this road."

'I am or I am not, why do you even care? Would you care saying why we are headed there, I said crossing my feet.'

'So am I supposed to answer you? I guess I shouldn't cause we have no relationship going on between us. Not even a friendship.'

'So you are hurt because of that sentence I said.'

'No, I am not.'

"Then why are you like this? I would have believed you behaving that way if we were in the demonic realm."

He put his palm on my mouth pushing me towards the corner. He was looking straight into my eyes. But the gaze was empty. It looked like he had completely lost it.

I could see the driver trying to see what's going on through the rearview mirror.

"What do you think you are looking at," Samael said looking at the driver.

He brought his mouth near my ear. His breath was hot. 'Stop it' I said, trying not to raise my voice as much as possible.

"I have no intention of trying to stop anything." He mumbled in my ear, sending shivers through my body.

"What did you just say? A demonic realm where I came from."

'You better mind your words, Yuki. otherwise, you will die in an abandoned dirty sewer. No one will know that you even died. No one will ever be able to find a single rotten bone of yours,' he said smiling like a psychopath.

'So you better mind your words.' He said getting back to his position adjusting his clothes.

Not like me, he was wearing a suit, which he was not wearing when he came out of the room.

I moved as far as I could get from him. I was even scared to look at his eyes. 'What did he say again, kill me, no one will know. No one will be able to find my bones and he even told me that he will let me rotten at a dirty sewer.'

"What does he take me for? Some kind of a toy, which he can play with? I think it's not only him who plays with my life like a toy."

'First, it was my parents and now there is him. Even that stupid soul in my body has the chance to play with my body as much as it, please. So why can't I just enjoy my life? '

Tears were rolling down my eyes, I was really shocked by what happened. "Should I just try to end myself? I can now feel myself after all."

'So does that mean I have full control over my body?' He must know about it better than me.'

I couldn't stop myself from crying. 'After all, I couldn't cry in a while. It's not like crying, but it was the only way to console myself. I never was a cry baby like this, but my past which I think is great might not be good from someone else point of view.'

I really don't want to talk about it with anyone. I kept thinking wiping away the tears on my face. He offered me his handkerchief without even looking at me. But it hurt me even more than before.

'I thought I could love this person. At least try to coexist with this person, but after all, it doesn't feel like he wants it after all. He is after something else that I don't even know. Why did I hesitate back then?'

I should have only cared about myself and asked whatever I pleased. It's not like I didn't expect something from him but I did expect some sort of wild behavior from him.

In the past, not a single man who made me cry was left alone by my friends. They either ended up going crazy because of me or being a servant of mine.

"Don't even think about those things." I hit my face.

'What if my past self takes over me again? I was indeed a child prodigy but was called a devilish spoiled princess by my classmates.'

'I was overconfident about myself and even skipped lessons with my friends knowing that I could do my best, but doing that I failed my friends together with me. I made them fail in life as well as in their future when I failed in life.

When I returned back no one was there to listen to me.

Even though I have always wanted to keep my past memories locked deep down in my heart, I couldn't. They always appear when I am going through something.

For some reason, those things keep appearing in my mind more than before.

"Will I be able to control myself If my past self takes control over me?" I was not someone who was able to be controlled in the past, isn't because of that I ended up being called a psychopath.

Being a prodigy was enough to get me highlighted by the rest of the people which made all of them call me a weird girl. I hated my life every time I was called a brainy.

So what happened to my brain. Why am I not doing anything, 'I said smiling in a weird way while looking at him... '