Love Aint Always Pretty novel Chapter 84

Velleitie

- a wish or powerful desire for something that nonetheless is not or cannot be followed by actions meant to pursue it

Origin: Latin

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SAVANNAH'S POV

The following days in England, I was living a harmonious life at home because Damon won't be around all the time. I would still go out to shop but I could feel some people following me secretly wherever I go and I know they're Damon's people. Aries would send me some gifts too and I won't let Damon know about it because he will go nuts again. He's very hard to handle when he's intense and it's very unusual of him to be this strict and so jealousy.

We were even invited to this birthday celebration of Mr. Mikel Edwards. He's one of Damon's closest family friend. I'm not really in the mood to go there tomorrow because I don't know the people who'll be attending. I don't wanna see fake people pretending to other fake people but Damon keeps on forcing me to go. We even fought about it last night too so I had no choice.

While I was in the middle of my sleep one night, a loud bang woke me up all of a sudden. I thought someone got into the house and started stealing things from here or maybe someone got in and tried to kill the maids. I quickly sat on my bed and turned on the light from my lampshade then saw a sight of Damon standing by the doorway. I don't like what I'm seeing of how he is standing right before me.

He turns on the light of the entire room and he looked drunk as hell. He's really wasted as hell and I don't know what's his reason this time that he's drunk but I wouldn't want to know because the last time he was drunk, the reason was his jealousy over Aries. I asked myself what have I done this time because the way he looks at me, kills me.

"Do you know what time it is?" I asked.

Give a pregnant woman some sleep. I whined on my thoughts.

He nods. "Three in the morning."

"Right and you just got home." I say.

He grins. "You're worried."

I gulped.

"Shouldn't I?" I arched an eyebrow.

He didn't say anything anymore and just stared at the floor. I don't know if he's looking at the floor at his feet.

"You look lovely." He slurred as he pulled his head up to me.

I took a deep breath in. "Damon, get to bed and have your sleep."

"YOU." He emphasized loudly and points his finger at me. "You... you are my wife. Mine. My own. My property."

Damon starts walking closer to me and every inch he gets closer, my heart just wants to step back. I quickly slipped myself out from the bed to stay away from him but he grabs my arm so fast and pulled me to him. He was dragging me closer to his body while I was trying to fight him back but it was no use.

"Where do you think you're going huh? Savannah?" He asked me.

"Damon please. It's late."

"Who cares if it's fucking late?"

I tried to pull myself away. "Other people will hear us!"

"This is my mansion! I can YELL as loud as I want to in the middle of the fucking night!!" He exclaims.

I tried to pull myself away again but I couldn't move a muscle. "Let me go Damon. You're hurting me."

He laughs. "Hurting you?"

He laughs louder.

"Savannah. I hurt you? When? When was the last time I hurt you? When did I ever hurt you? Don't be selfish bitch."

My brows creasing.

This isn't Damon. I hate it so much when he becomes like this. This isn't the Damon that I used to know. He's scaring me right now and his tight grip on my arm is making me want to run out of the room and ask for help.

In a second he grabbed both of my cheeks with one hand. "You always forget that you're mine Savannah."

"Damon...." I tried to speak against my pressed cheeks. "Damon please."

"Please? Why are you saying please? Am I hurting you?" He says with red eyes. I'm scared. I'm really scared.

"Y-yes..." I stuttered.

He laughs. "I love you Savannah...."

My tears are building behind my eyes and I don't know why he is doing this. I want to run away from him. I want to hide. I want to make sure I'm safe from what he is planning to do to me.

I'm already eight months pregnant and I need to make sure I won't get any miscarriage. My baby needs to be safe.

"I wanna know the truth okay?" He asked me like he's asking a child.

He pulled my face closer to him so strongly that made me whimper in pain. "Do you hear me?!" He raises his voice at me.

I nod frighteningly.

"Tell me..." He trails off.

I bite my trembling lip.

"Who. Is. The. Father. Of the baby?" He asked.

My heart just leaped out from my chest when he asked that unexpectedly and I don't want to answer him on this condition right now. He's so drunk and he will get mad at me. I couldn't dare on saying that it's Nick's baby because he will definitely hurt me. He will really do something worse than a slap. I want to scream for help but he's hiding a gun somewhere in here and I'm sure he will use it against me.

"Don't make me ask you again Savannah." He warns.

"Damon this is none sense!"

He grabbed my arm so hard that I curled a little while he pushes me down on the bed. My back aches as I landed hard on the mattress and he grabs both of my arms up above my head while his hands gripping tight on my wrists. His whole self hovers over me and I couldn't move. I began to weep like a child and my heart just beats loud.

"Who is the fucking father?!" He yells at my face.

I pressed my shaking lips together.

"Y-you..." I lied.

He releases one wrist and landed his one huge hand on my cheek. He slapped me strongly and grabbed my cheeks again to face him. So many tears running down the corners of my eyes and I don't know when did I start crying but my cheeks were stinging with so much pain from his slap and his tight grip.

"You fucking liar!" He yelled.

My lips trembling in fear. "I'm-I'm not lying." I cried as I shake my head.

"I got the results you liar. The fucking results!" His voice loudened.

Results? What results? What is he talking about? What is he doing behind my back aside from stalking me when I'm not at home?

I feel so helpless with my position because he's too strong and I could not move him away from me. I'm scared that he will do something to my unborn baby once he'll know Nick is the father. He's going to hate it and he's going to hurt me. I'm sure he will. I know where this is going but I just don't know what kind of results he is talking about. I couldn't explain how my heart is beating right now because all I could ever worry about is my baby's safety.

"I'm infertile." He screeched.

My eyes widened out my eyeballs. I felt my throat running dry when he said that he can't make a baby. He's infertile. Can somebody just slit my throat right now and kill me? I can't accept the fact that he can't make a baby and I'm pregnant. He knows now.

I could see from his eyes that his anger is raging all over him. He's so angry and I'm so much scared right now. His eyes makes me think that he wants to hit me hard on my face until I'm dead.

"I can't fucking make a baby Savannah..." His grip tightens.

"And you're pregnant." He says under his breath. He bends his head down and I could feel him crying.

"Damon..." I whimpered.

All of a sudden he pulled his head up and looked at me with teary eyes. I couldn't find anything to say to him just to console his broken heart because I think there's no right words to comfort him at this time.