Page 113 of The Loathing

“Can I ask something?” I pipe up as he begins to walk towards the bedroom door.

“Anything,” he turns to face me.

“I’m assuming you go by nicknames. Because surely your mother and father… God rest his soul,” I make a cross from my head to my chest and across to my shoulders, “wouldn’t be as cruel to name you Wolfe and Hunter? Or is it Hunter and the Wolfe?” I smirk knowing full well I have gotten a rise from him.

“Fuck you Amora,” he snarls, opening my bedroom door and slamming it shut.

I giggle before falling back and laying on the bed.

After a while, the silence becomes a little bit louder and my stomach twists. I miss Titus and I can’t help but wonder where he is. Has my father hurt him? Or did he send him straight back home on a plane. The thought unnerves me and all I want is to be enveloped in his arms. We had only a moment together, but it felt like a lifetime. I crave so much more, but it will always stay a craving. I will become a Knight and have to live in the shadow of my former self. Any feelings that I once felt will be buried so deep inside of me they will never resurface.

I rub the ache out of my chest, and I feel the prick of tears begin to sting at the back of my eyes.

Never did I imagine I would be living like this.

Given away to be married off to my father’s enemy.

All because my father made a mistake.

I feel a single tear roll down my cheek and disappear into the duvet beneath me. Running my index fingers under my waterline, I need to stop. I don’t want to cry anymore.

Sniffling, I sit up and look down at my clothes. I am still wearing Titus’ tee and a pair of my pyjama shorts. I have none of my belongings with me. Lifting Titus’ shirt to my nose, I inhale his scent, closing my eyes and just for a moment imagining he is here with me. Sighing, my eyes flutter open and I am consumed with thoughts once more.

My father literally dropped me off on the door before speeding off into the distance and he didn’t even say goodbye.

I want to think that he has something planned and that he hasn’t actually left me here, but then again…

What if?

* * *

I have no idea how long it has been since Wolfe came in barking his orders, but I haven’t heard from either of them. I stand, needing to stretch my legs so I head towards the walk-in wardrobe. Switching the light on, I see it filled with all the clothes you could ever want. Ballgowns. Summer dresses. Tees. Jeans. Denim dungarees. Skirts. Pyjamas… you want it? I’ve got it all hung and folded within these walls. Letting my fingertips glide along the different materials until they land on the dungarees. I tug my shorts down, letting them pool at my feet before I step out of them. Slipping the dungarees off their hanger, I slide them over my thighs and up my waist before letting the straps glide up my arms. I tuck the loose parts of Titus’ tee inside and a lump forms thick and fast in my throat and my chest aches. I never want to take it off. If this is all I have left of him then it’s all I’ve got to remember him by. My fingers trail over my parted lips and my stomach drops at the thought of not having his lips on mine anymore, having his fingers tracing over my skin, following the map that only he knows.

Swallowing the lump down, I turn and walk back into my bedroom. I stalk towards the door, stopping for a second but before I let my mind get the best of me, I open the door quickly and I’m surprised it’s not locked. That’s what I get for assuming he was going to lock me away like a prisoner. I shut my thoughts down and slip out onto the large landing area. There are eight doors in front of me and I want to know what is behind every single one. Just as I am about to open the one directly in front of me, I hear Wolfe’s voice and my curiosity is piqued. Stepping quietly towards the large, winding staircase I stop at the top.

“She’s not going to be easy,” I hear him say and pride swarms me.

“We like a challenge though, right?” Hunter replies and I shudder.

“We do, but not with her. We need her on our side if she is going to eventually do what we need.”

Hunter hums in agreement.

“So play nice, she’s been betrayed by her father so we’re all she has.” My shoulders drop a little. “I hate him so imagine how she feels about him.”

“I’m pretty much there with you,” I whisper to myself and take a step down.

“I can be nice,” and I can hear the seediness in Hunter’s voice. I feel like me and Wolfe could maybe get along, but me and Hunter… I already despise the little prick.

“I mean it Hunter, don’t fuck this up any more than it already has been, this is how we’re going to get redemption for what he done to our father.”

My skin erupts in goosebumps.

“And I can’t fucking wait,” Hunter booms and I grip onto the cool, black iron handrail.

I shake it off, holding my head high as I begin taking each step until I am in the grand entrance hall.

From how loud their voices were, I thought they would have been where I am standing now but they’re nowhere to be seen. I continue forward down a long but narrow hallway. All of the walls are painted in that shitty colour, and I have no idea why they thought it would look nice, because it doesn’t.

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