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Bleed To Death Kelly's POV
It was one sunny day but I felt so bored and lonely inside the cozy, cold room. It's been two days since Klay brought me here and I'm dying to see my daughter. I feel like I'm going crazy. I wonder how she is. For God's sake, she's just five years old and she has to experience this, I hope Phoebe is staying with her. Or I don't care if she brought my daughter to her parents' home. As long as my daughter isn't crying at night, calling my name desperately. God! I can't endure this anymore...
A series of soft knocks interrupted my thoughts. I quickly wiped the tears at the side of my eyes as I stared at the closed door.
"Kelly, I prepared our lunch. We have plenty of seafood here. I know you love seafood."
1 laughed sarcastically. Does he think I'd be moved by his efforts? I will eat those seafood but I still won't forgive him. I'm not stupid to starve myself because I hate him.
I pulled myself up and opened the door. His eyes raked my whole as his lips parted. I just stared at him blankly, completely uninterested with him.
He was expecting me to talk to him while eating. He kept on blabbering things about seafoods and even proudly boasted about how he caught a big fish on his own when they went fishing after breakfast.
He looked so happy as he watched me eat the food, but I didn't pay attention to him. I continued eating to my heart's content, almost eating everything.
I caressed my stomach after eating. I think I need to take a walk for a proper digestion.
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"Ke... Kelly..." Klay's panicking voice stopped me when I was about to leave.
I looked at him, but I didn't say anything.
He glanced at his plate before he looked at me again. He's not done eating. So?
"Where are you going?"
I looked at the seashore. "I ate too much. I'm gonna take a walk."
"Okay... I'll...follow you after I'm done."
"No need. I have to feet, I can walk alone." I left after saying that.
I carefully walked down the concrete stairs until I felt the rough texture of the sand on my feet in spite of my slippers. I breathe in the fresh air and a genuine smile curved in my lips. At least I can still smile despite my situation.
I walked on the shore barefooted. I was enjoying the breathtaking scenery until I got tired of walking. Right then I decided to sit on the sand. I put my slippers beside me and extended my legs until the wild wave constantly touched my feet. "I wish you're here, pumpkin," whispered in the air and took a deep breath.
One of Klay's men suddenly approached me, carrying a sun lounger. My forehead creased as I looked at him.
"Miss, Sir Klay sent this."
"Did I ask for that?"
He was taken aback. "Ub..."
"I didn't ask for that. I want to sit on the sand. Is it forbidden too?"Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.
He immediately bowed his head and walked away. I hissed when I spotted Klay watching me. Shaking my head, I focused my vision on the horizon again.
Trying so hard? That won't work on me. I have nurtured my anger for him for five long years and his efforts couldn't melt it anymore. Especially because of his way of trying to reconcile.
When I went back to the house, Klay was sitting on the couch in the living area, waiting for me.
"Kelly..."
I continued walking towards the staircase, ignoring him when he suddenly grabbed my wrist. His grip wasn't tight. It didn't hurt me but I aggressively pushed him away.
He just intensified my anger when I realized he's gonna torture me here emotionally.
"At least talk to me and tell me what I should do to at least lessen your anger."
I looked at him with blazing eyes. "It can never be lessened, Klay. Every second I spend with you intensified my anger even more. I can no longer suppress it, so I'm left with no choice but to unleash it."
When night fell, I slept early. I didn't even wait for Klay during dinner. His men told me that he's drinking near the pool, the reason why I locked myself up in the room even when I want to take a walk and get some fresh air. I don't wanna see him.
I woke up in the middle of the night because of heavy steps and noises. I went out of the room and was planning to go downstairs when I saw Klay sitting on the floor, bleeding.
My lips parted as I looked at him. He's almost unconscious and obviously dead drunk. A broken bottle of rum was beside him and the large portion of it was buried on the left side of his stomach.
Did he ridiculously hurt himself?
One of his men found my gaze. He immediately stood straight and looked up at me as I was at the end of the staircase.
"Sir Klay was going upstairs on his own carrying a bottle of alcohol when he tripped and fell. He hurt himself but we already called a doctor."
The expression on my face didn't change. I remained looking at them with blank eyes as I walked down the stairs and fix. I my eyes on Klay. He was trying too hard to lift his face and open his eyes but he's too drunk to do that.
The broken bottle pierced in his skin didn't worry me at all. I can see the wound because of his ruined shirt and I can say it's not serious. It didn't even pierced through his body. If he's just finding a way to get my sympathy, he won't succeed. Twalked past them and went straight to the kitchen. I grabbed a clean glass and poured water before I dragged it to my mouth. I can hear Klay's men going insanely worried while waiting for the doctor.
He found people who cared for him even when he's evil. Good for him because I don't think I can even find sympathy for him...even if he bleeds to death.
The Seat It Lell