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."

tried to speak against my pressed

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

"Y-yes..." I stuttered.

"I love

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

already eight months pregnant and I need to make sure I

okay?" He asked me like he's

that made me whimper in pain. "Do you hear

I nod frighteningly.

me..." He

bite my trembling

Of the baby?"

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

ask you again Savannah." He

this is none

my arms up above my head while his hands gripping tight on my wrists. His whole self

father?!" He

my shaking

"Y-you..." I lied.

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

liar!"

trembling in fear. "I'm-I'm not lying."

results you liar. The fucking results!" His voice

results? What is he talking about? What is he doing behind

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

"I'm infertile." He screeched.

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

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.

a baby Savannah..." His

He bends his head down and I could feel him

"Damon..." I whimpered.

eyes. I couldn't find anything to say to him just to console

moving or saying anything at all. He's just looking at me and I feel so bad for what I have done. I know I've wanted to have a baby with Nick. It's been one of my dream to have a baby from him but as I look at it now, I pity Damon. I pity him yet I'm so

I called out his name

My throat feels dry.

anything." I

"You want

me on the same cheek. I cried on top of the bed and he pulled me up as he takes a grip

it!" I

You little bitch!" He

was hanging against the wall had fallen down on the ground. The glasses were shattered into pieces while I hear a few feet stomping near

slowly growing. "Argh...."

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 someone dear to

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

asked me with cold eyes and his

Im sorry."

my mouth. I shake my

"Sorry." He repeats impassively.

He chuckles emotionlessly.

or whoever it was, didn't you even think about

the door

He

neck with both of his hands. He pinned me hard against the wall and kept choking me while

I need to breathe...

But I can't.

more air is coming into

while struggling from his hands on

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

a blur. But before I could lose my eyesight, a view of Damon choking me is the last thing I saw. His green eyes