It was a persona I had always feared would rise from the shadows, and now it surged forward, raw and unrelenting.
“You killed her!” My face twisted into a monstrous mask, contorted by grief and rage. I lunged toward him, ready to unleash my fury.
But then a set of arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back with a strength that felt futile against the tempest inside me.
“Amelia! It’s not worth it,” Dante murmured, his voice steady yet strained as he tried to restrain me.
It was pointless, like attempting to hold back a tornado. I summoned the strength of a thousand suns, tearing away from his muscular grip, desperate to confront the source of my pain.
Caiden stood frozen, eyes wide, as if he had stumbled into a scene from a nightmare.
Before he could formulate a response, I closed the distance and slapped him hard across the face. The heat radiating from my skin felt like a toxic gas, a volatile mixture of anger and sorrow.
“What’s the matter, Caiden? Are you suddenly powerless to speak?” My voice reverberated through the dimming park, an echo of anguish that pierced the stillness.
My eyes blazed with a furious intensity, shooting daggers into the man who had played a role in my sister's demise.
He merely flinched, stumbling back in shock, likely taken aback by my unexpected aggression.
I had never been the type to resort to violence, but something sinister clawed at the edges of my mind, desperate to break free.
The weight of the past months pressed down on me like an unbearable burden, snapping the fragile thread that held my sanity intact.
I was unraveling, a beast driven by an insatiable hunger for retribution.
“What the fuck was that for?” His eyes darkened, almost predatory, and he took a hesitant step forward. I could not predict his next move.
“Lillian is dead! She fucking killed herself because of you!” My body trembled like a fault line, the earthquake of my grief sending violent shakes through my veins.
All the pain I had bottled up surged forth, a molten flow of emotion, threatening to consume me.
The silence stretched between us, laced with the poison of my words. Caiden’s face shifted. Was it shock? Pity? Concern? I couldn’t tell. Did he feel any remorse for the loss of my sister, or was he toofar gone to care?
“Sorry to hear, but that’s not my problem,” he muttered, his gaze shifting away from me, as if my suffering were an inconvenience he could dismiss.
“Are you serious? It’s absolutely your problem! If you hadn’t impregnated her, none of this would have happened! You are a monster!” My voice rose, merging with the wind that whipped around us, its chill biting at my exposed skin.
Tears streamed down my face, but the anger surged higher, pushing the sadness into the recesses of my mind, locked away for a later time.
The air grew still, the weight of my accusation settling like a dark cloud between us. He met my icy glare, and my lips trembled as I fought to keep the tears at bay.
“What do you expect from me? Do you want me to bring her back from the dead? That won’t happen. She’s gone; it’s not my fucking problem.” With those callous words, he turned, shoving his hands into his pockets, his indifference a dagger to my heart.
That was the moment I broke.
Screams erupted from deep within me, primal and raw. I collapsed to the ground, fists clutching my head as I howled in anguish.
My cries echoed through the park, a wounded and distressed animal, a grievous ode to my anger and misery. Tears cascaded down my cheeks, flowing freely like a river of despair.
“Amelia. Come on, you’ve got to get up and come with me. You’re scaring all these people.” Dante's voice was a gentle whisper amidst the chaos, but it was not enough to pull me back from the abyss.
“No! No! Leave me alone!” My voice pierced the air, a shriek of agony that tore through the fabric of my being. I felt the wetness of my nose, the salt of my tears mingling with the remnants of my shattered composure.
My chest ached, each breath becoming a laborious task as the weight of my grief bore down on me.
I was beyond the point of mere sadness; this was something darker, something hideous and grotesque.
Caiden had diminished me, made me feel small and worthless.He treated my words like the buzzing of a bothersome insect, an annoyance to be swatted away.
