His sexual addiction - S01 E30

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His sexual addiction - S01 E30

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MEETING GIDEON.

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I don’t know what he desperately wanted to talk to me. What could it be? Does it mean he’s got another news about what Christiana is up to?

God, why am I having this feeling that nothing seems safe anymore. Or did he hear my name when Stella was calling me and would want to be sure if I am really Avery Dennison?

Well the answer is, yes I am. But telling that to him is the ha-rd est thing I’d ever do.

The sun even at it’s morning period was so harsh and painful to the skin. I went to have a shower, staring at the mirror, I t©uçh my n£¢k on the scar The Master had given to me.

The mark was so red, and thankfully Gideon haven’t seen it yet, or else it would be another interview question.

There were marks around the scars, green marks like my veins were growing. ” What’s going on? ” I questioned myself, moving the ti-p of my f!ngersaround my wound.

My heart was beginning to beat fast, I was becoming scared every second. It was growing, almost reaching to my ear.

” Ahhhhhhhh….” I screamed, my hands trembling as I searched around the bathroom for some thing sharp. ” Damn! ” I stamped my fist on the sink.

There was nothing sharp in here.

I ran to my room, picking up the pencil knife and running back to the bathroom. I was watching throu-gh the mirror not to cut otherwise.

I knew I was doing the wrong thing but, hell yes it’s the right thing.

I started cutting the surface of my skin around his teeth marks. ” God!” I said in a clenched teeth, ” fv¢k! ” But the pain didn’t prevent me from doing what I had to do.

I’m taking a dre-adful risk, don’t blame me. It’s better off I’m dead than to feel hell while I still breath.

Bloods were gushing out from the wound I created. ” Ahhh!! Ahh!” I cried, still moving the knife around the teeth marks.

” God! ” I bit my lowerl-ip, to avoid screaming like mad. The knife sli-pped out of my hand, landing in the alre-ady blood stained sink. My cloth all stained with my blood like I was stabbe-d or something.

My eyes was growing heavy, every thing was becoming blur, I could see my image in a doubled form. ” Ste… Ste.. lla…”

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( Three Hours Later… )

She has been laying on the bathroom floor for almost three hours or more, half of the floor was stained with her blood, some rolled out of the bathroom.

She looked unconscious and dead. And if no help is rendered immediately, she’s as good as dead.

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She g@sped, j£rking up from the floor, p@n-ting heavily. Her eyes moving around the room, she stared at herself, she looked stained. Badly stained.

She stood up, she didn’t know how and where to start from. How to clean every thing to avoid being noticed. She stood to her feet, going outside to check how far her blood has reached.

Not too far, she thanked. She used the mob with a bucket hurriedly cleaning up her blood until she got to the bathroom.

After she had cleaned up the room, she went to her room to get a clean cloth. Returning back to the bathroom, she stared at her wound. There was no blood rolling.

” I’ve lost so much blood, ” she whispered. ” I should have been dead. God, why did you bring me back? Why not let me dead! I wanna die! I wanna get the hell outta here! I hate it here!

I hate every thing about this place!! Take me away! Just take me the heck outta here for damn good!! ”

I quic-kly rushed my bath, I know any moment from now Stella is gonna be looking for me and I don’t want her her to see me.

I went to the back of my room, I stro-ke the match box creating a fire. I dropped it on my cloth, watching as it slowly burned to ashes.

I nee-d to get the wound treated or I get infected. I mentally said to myself.

I went to the garden to get some medicinal herbs to treat the wound. I’ve heard a lot about the garden, it wasn’t just a place for flowers and fruits, a portion of it had a place for herbs.

I tried not to get caught because the cloud was still bright. And on the other side, I don’t want that Gideon of a person to see me.

I wouldn’t say I was stealing, no not at all. I was actually plucking the herbs because The Master did this to me so… Who cares??

I was just about to leave with the few herbs I was holding, I saw Gideon standing not far from me. ” I caught you. ”

” Oh plea-se, of course you did. ” I walked past him, ” plea-se, don’t tell any one. ”

” I won’t. But, aren’t you forgetting some thing? ”

I rolled my eyes, ” What? ”

” We promised to meet today, remember? ”

” We promised to meet tonight, and as you can see it’s still noon. I’m sorry, but I have to go. ”

” What happened to your n£¢k? ” His voice st©pped me.

” Nothing. Don’t worry about me. ” I started to go,

” Let me help you. ” I sighed, I shouldn’t be listening to him. ” The longer you take to trader it, the chance for you to get infected. ”

” I shouldn’t be here. ” I frankly told him.

” Don’t worry, no one comes here. ”

I walked back to him, dropping the herbs in his hands. ” Who taught you? ”

” No one. I always come here to treat myself but that was then when I was new. We always get beaten by the s£nior guards. Well, they say it was p@rt of training so, we didn’t complain. ”

” You must have suffered so much I’d say. ”

” It’s common around, every one suffers here. ”

” You better keep your voice low or else some one hears you. ” She whispered.

” Like I said, no one is coming here. ” He whispered back at her.

He grinded the leaves with stones he had seen at a corner, squee-zing the justice out then he dropped it on her n£¢k.

” Who did this to you? ” He asked.

” I did it myself. ”

He rose an eyebrow at me. ” You did? ”

I nodded.

” Why do you wanna kill yourself? ”

” I’m sick and tired of being humiliated. Every day I pray for good things, I pray for new hope but instead, I get the worst of it. Ouch…!! ” She gro-an ed at the pain.

” Sorry. ”

” Nah… It’s nothing serious. Well, I’m alre-ady getting used to it, tho. ”

” How long has this been… open? ” He asked, referring to the wound.

” Hours, I guess. I pas-sed out so, I really can’t tell how long. ”

He to-re the fabric of his cloth, using it to cover the wound with the leaves in it. ” Ouch… ” She gro-an ed again.

” Sorry. ”

” How long will I have it on? ” She asked.

” Tomorrow morning. Just as I did to the leaves, you do the same thing then apply it on the wound. I’m sure there’s gonna be a change. ” He explained.

” Thank you. ”

” Any time. But the way, how is your friend, Stella? ”

” When did you started caring about her? ”

” The day you told me those girls were after her. The friend of my friend is my friend. ”

She sm-irked, scoffing. ” I’ll just inform her that he asked of her. So, you said you there’s something you want to tell me. What is it? ”

He paused for a while, staring still into her eyes. ” Are you gonna keep watching me or are you just gonna go ahead talking? ”

He sm-irked. ” Honestly, I didn’t have any thing to tell you, I just wanted to see your face. ”

She scoffed. ” You’re funny. Fortunately, you have seen my face. Can I go now? ”

He held her hand, ” You never told me your name. ” He reminded.

” I bet you don’t want to. ”

” Of course, I do. ”

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To Be Continued….