Love Aint Always Pretty

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."

speak against my

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

"Y-yes..." I stuttered.

"I

to run away from him. I want

need to make sure

truth okay?" He

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

I nod frighteningly.

He

bite my trembling

The. Father. Of the baby?"

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

you again

is

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

fucking father?!" He yells at my

my shaking lips

"Y-you..." I lied.

down the corners of my eyes

fucking liar!" He

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

liar. The fucking results!" His

doing behind my back aside from stalking me when

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

"I'm infertile." He screeched.

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

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

a

breath. He bends his head down and I

"Damon..." I whimpered.

at me with teary eyes. I couldn't find anything to say to him just to console his broken

Nick. It's been one of my dream to have a baby from him

his name again but softly this

My throat feels dry.

Say anything."

"You want me

cried on top of the bed and he pulled me up as he takes a grip on my

Stop it!" I exclaimed

You little bitch!"

his hand pulling my hair and threw my back against the wall. Our honeymoon picture that was hanging

the pain slowly growing. "Argh...." I whimpered while my tears keeps on streaming

walking around in circles with his hands holding onto his hair. His tie was loosened and the four buttons of his polo was open. He quickly pulled his head up and looked at me. As if I was a killer and I killed

door. "Mr. Patricks? Mrs. Patricks? Is everything alright in there?" I could hear Mrs. Darla, our fifty-nine year old house helper, calling out from outside

me with cold eyes

Im sorry." I

my mouth. I shake my head and took a deep

"Sorry." He repeats impassively.

He chuckles emotionlessly.

you had sex with that fucking guy, or whoever it

the door

you?!" He yells

to me. I tried to run away but he gripped onto my elbow and threw me against the wall again. He stands before me and suddenly grabbed my neck with both of his hands. He pinned me hard against the wall and kept choking me while my tears kept rolling down the corners of

I need to breathe...

But I can't.

is

I cried while struggling from his hands on

could feel my toes lifting from the ground. I held a grip tight on his arm. I feel my eyes reddening. I tried to claw his face but I couldn't reach it. He stares at me, like he's determined to kill me tonight. I cried for more. I tried to scream out for some help but I

blur. But before I could lose my eyesight, a