Chapter 191 - One Hundred And Ninety-one

Gasping she threw it away and covered her mouth with the other hand with a horrifying expression."It's her tongue honey. She spoke disrespectfully towards you, so I made sure that she would never be able to talk. Period."

She stared at him with horror written over her. "Wha.." she gasped but turned away not knowing what to say to him. Her eyes once more found the human organ lying on the ground with blood coating it. Looking away she was thankful that at least he had the decency to wrap it up.

"What is wrong with you?!" She shrieked as she saw him eating without any concern in the world making her want to vomit.

He looked at her with a slight frown and shook his head, "Nothing." He shrugged.

She was not even shocked. There was nothing she had felt with his answer.

Of course, it was her fault. There was nothing wrong with him, everything was worth with her. He was perfectly normal and fine.

"I-I need to go." She shakily stood up and walked to the guest bedroom that she had stayed in previously. She chose it once more for the sake of her sanity and mental health.

...mental health.

She walked to her room at a slow pace. She locked the door behind her and then took her phone with and stood near the window. Dailing a number she held it next to her ear.

"Hell-"

"Dr Peterson?" Alexis immediately asked in a panicked voice. "Is that you?"

"Yes, Alexis. It's me. Is everything all right?"

Alexis gave out a breath of relief as soon as she heard her voice.

In the verge of breaking apart, she talked with a crying voice. "I need help. I can't do it..anymore.."

She heard some shuffling around and the therapist's voice flooded in. "Alexis, I want you to understand this, loud and clear, you don't need anyone's help."

Alexis shook her head negatively even though she knew that the doctor could not see her. "I do." She stubbornly stood her ground. "I need it or I would simply die!" She whispered harshly. Tears were blurring her vision and her voice cracked. So much had passed and she just wanted to talk about it with someone. Someone who would not judge her and provide with the unbiased advice.

"No, you don't. You don't realise the power you have within. With what you went through in your teenage you were strong enough to decide on having a better future. Now, you are stronger and now is the time when you prove it to yourself."

"How do I do that?" She sniffed, feeling a bit stronger by listening to her.

"I cannot tell you that. it is up to you to decide how you would achieve what you want and for that you have to be clear and understanding that what is it you want. You have to be clear in your decisions and it's OK to take time for that."

Alexis took in a deep sigh. This was though. "Why do you think that I am so strong?"

The doctor laughed a bit, "everyone is strong, Alexis. We just need a little reminder here and there. You are strong enough to cause a storm."

"Thank you." Alexis mild and she heard the reply of the doctor she Hung up the call.

Looking at her phone she sometimes thought that a doctor Peterson was not a doctor but someone who advocated against every point where Alexis practically said that she was weak. The doctor would immediately counter and prove her wrong.

She felt like a friend.

Alexis placed her phone on charge and went to the bathroom. She is kept on shower today and just change into her nightwear.

She felt too tired for doing anything except sleeping. She laid on the bedding, pulling up the covers above her head, she clapped twice and lights turned off.

Slowly everything was long forgotten, including the papers that she had forgotten on the dining table.

Angelo stood outside the door as he heard whatever was happening inside. The opening and closing of the bathroom door, closet and then the rustling of the covers. He nearly smiled when he heard the claps. She was getting up with the technology.

He waited for a few minutes but heard nothing, she had fallen asleep. But he didn't move immediately, he waited for some time.

What was he supposed to say?

He had never planned to make that child his official heir, a child out of wedlock would never be, but he had not intended to hide him.

...okay, maybe he had thought of hiding him but that was of this. He knew that it would come to this eventually, so he had just decided to give it up.

The child would have had it easy, but he wouldn't have ever known his true identity.

A sudden burst of anger went through his body and he clenched his fists.

Cassidy had ruined everything. He knew what he shouldn't have cut her tongue. Maybe her ears had to be burned as well because she clearly could not understand basic commands.

He moved forward and placed the key, twisting it, he unlocked the door. Walking to her bedside and sat in the little space that she had unoccupied.

"Alexis," he whispered as he gently riches her forehead. "I do love you, it's fucked up love, but it's there. Sometimes I think that I am obsessed with you because I cannot even fathom the thoughts of letting you go but I feel something when you come towards me. Happiness, excitement, whatever shit it is, it's there." He ran his finger over his forehead dragging it to her chin.

"I won't ever let you slip through my hands. You are my one true love." He held her jaw softly and tenderly, caressing it with his fingers. "And I know it. I feel it." He whispered. "Never before, but I do now." 

His lips stretched to what was called a genuine smile. Any onlooker would call it that. He smiled, which he rarely did, but when he did it was about her. 

The devil caressed her skin, the angel slept away, flying free from the shackles without a care of what the reality held.