The Reborn

C H A P T E R T W E L V E

Three days have gone by since the altercation. That night I curled up towards the shore in the sand and laid awake. Sea has been trying to reach me but I chose to block him out. I can't deal with him at the moment.

Don't get me wrong, I love Sea very much but he's sometimes... moody and tends to always want me to do the right thing which is exhausting.

I can't sleep, I can't even close my eyes and I really can't keep doing this. It's so hard to process what I should be doing right now. I have nothing left. My aunt is dead, my best friend betrayed me, and my converse-souls hate me.

I've been swimming around aimlessly hoping for a sign, something to live for. I won't ever return to the outskirts again, too many bad memories I wish to forget.

If I wanted to go back to the cottage I could since I know Adonis left the day after we fought to govern a kingdom but I don't really feel like seeing any of them. They can find me if they absolutely need me.

By the time I walk up on the shore it's night time and I feel the need to do something. I feel the need to forget I have nothing to live for right now.

I always was so good at making myself forget. I wander the streets that I have gotten so use to until I come across a bar. It looks nicer than some of the bars along the docks and I don't think I will run into any of my acquaintances here.

I go to the bar and order alcohol. I ask for shots of whiskey or rum, just something strong. The music plays loudly and I see people dancing with such content, it's beautiful.

I've been making eyes with an attractive man who seems a few years older than me. I'm afraid he won't come talk to me when he gets up and slowly walks over to the empty seat next to me.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing here by yourself?" He asks and he has a strong Calaistonian accent.

I smile and stir around my drink with my finger. I'm taking it easy on the shots but I don't plan to stop drinking, "Waiting for a nice guy like you to come sweep me off my feet," I smile the innocent smile the makes so many men believe that I've never done this before.

We sit talking for much longer than I like and I slowly feel the alcohol taking over. He puts his hand on my thigh and I think he's finally getting the idea of where I want this to go.

I lean in closer and he mentions that he's staying at the hotel across the way, perfect. I can tell he's done this before and I have a feeling he's not a good guy but I just need to forget everything.

I take another shot before noticing the bar going silent. His hand stays on my thigh as I continue to flirt with him not to bother to see what exactly was the cause of the sudden silence.

I feel a strong hand grip onto my shoulder and yank me back. I whip myself around with my knife ready to use in my sleeve to reveal an enraged Adonis. If looks could kill I would not be here.

I can't tell if I'm that drunk or just really shocked but I stutter, "What are you doing?"

"How drunk are you? And how fucking irresponsible is this, you're coming with me right now," Adonis commands and it takes everything in me not to just listen to him like my body is telling me to.

"No, I don't know who you think that you are..."

He cuts me off by grabbing my face and our eyes connect. His stare is so enticing yet intimidating at the same time, "Don't you dare make a scene in front of these people. If you want to do that we will put on a show that will leave you crawling for days."

His response left me wide-eyed and out of words. Is he insinuating what I think he is? How disgusting he is but my legs have already betrayed me. How can I be so attracted to someone so cruel? I wouldn't say I'm so attracted I'm just attracted.

He grabs my hand and yanks me out behind him and mutters to the guards, "Deal with him," I want to defend the guy but I don't feel like I'm powerful enough to just stand up to him. Especially not in front of all these people.

I forget that the Caliastonians don't know Adonis as the dickhead who happens to be my converse soul- he's King Adonis from Orinnia to them.

I feel humiliated as he yanks me through the pub. As soon as we get outside he's talking to some of his own men before pulling me into a carriage. A literal carriage.

They close the door behind us and I start yelling at home, "What was that?! You can't just be barging into a pub and yanking me out for God knows what reason! And saying... and saying absolutely disgusting things to me!"

He just chuckles not looking up from a scroll he was reading, "Oh I'm sorry sweetheart, did something I say bother  you? I can't quite remember just tell me what turned you on." He says in a mocking tone and I know he quite literally knows exactly what he said.

"You're impossible," I mutter under my breath and lean against the side of the carriage. I sit up and assert my voice confidently, "You're going to stop this carriage right now and let me out."

He chuckles before his face grows serious. His grey eyes bore into my soul and I can't help but look away. I feel naked under his gaze and I absolutely hate it, "You do not tell me what to do, ever. You're so damn lucky I was there, what were you thinking?! I saved you from that man doing unspeakable things to you so you should be thanking me!"

"Thanking you? Your mood swings are giving me whiplash because you have hated me since you met me and it's hard to believe that you would "save me" for me! You're fucking unbelievable Adonis," I'm raising my voice now and I want out of this damn carriage.

I feel claustrophobic and my head is still spinning from the alcohol. I do the only rational thing in this situation and open the door to the carriage and quickly throw myself out. I hit the ground hard but I don't feel much pain thanks to the liquid corrupting my body.

I start a slow run in the opposite direction of the carriage while holding up my dress. I've torn it and I see blood running down my right forearm. It'll heal quickly so it's fine.

I run into the forest of trees hoping to lose sight of the carriage but mostly Adonis. I don't know what his motive was for coming to that bar tonight but if Hades really is his sire then I want nothing to do with him.

The moonlight lights up the forrest and I can hear my dress catching on things as I continue to run. I've lost sight of the carriage but I feel like I must keep going.

I stop to catch my breathe. My back is against a tree and I listen for any sign of movement. The forest is so still. The alcohol has definitely caught up to me and I just want water and sleep.

My arm is down at my side and my perfect hearing allows me to listen to the single drop of blood the hits the floor below me. It lands perfectly on a dead leaf below me and splashes outward spreading in multiple different directions, Why am I bleeding.

My head spins more than it was before and I can't understand why. Alcohol doesn't do this to me. I look up and I see the guy from the bar. I close my eyes and open them again 20 feet ahead of where I was before and all of a sudden I'm being dragged by my arm by the guy.

Is he really here right now? Is this a dream? I have to be dreaming, out of no where my body collapses and my eyes are the only part of my body that seem to be working. I try to get up and run in the other direction but can barely even get off my knees.

The guy flings me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and continues to walk swiftly through the forrest. I physically don't have enough energy to even hit this guy, what is wrong with me.

All of a sudden I'm laying on the floor and I can't remember what just happened. I stare out in front of me and all of a sudden someone falls: the guy from the bar. His eyes are wide open and I realize he's dead, but who killed him?

A pair of arms pick me up and hold me tight to their chest, I muster up the strength to look up: Adonis.

I smile and nuzzle my head in his chest, "You're just like I remember."