Chapter 185
- HAZEL -
My heads shoots towards the window and my lips fall slowly ajar as I stare at his mansion through the driveway. It’s been a long ass while since I’ve been here. I nearly forgot how huge this place is. I nearly forgot the comfort this place gave me. The love I received here. It’s all hitting me like a wave along with what have become of me.
Of us because of me.
Killian parks his car. I remain seated in, pondering on a lot of things. My door comes open. This makes me look up at him in awe. Never did I expect him to do that. Killian is not pissed at me yet I wonder why. I’m the one giving the attitude. The cat’s out of the bag already yet I’m still being a thick bag of flour, dense and stupid.
“Thank you.” I mutter, taking off my seatbelt and putting both my legs outside first. The moment my sealed feet touches the ground, I get up, using his stretched hand for support.
“You can go inside, I’ll bring your things in.” Killian says then closes the door.
“I-“ I start. I’m not comfortable walking in.
“I took out the cameras. It wasn’t long till I realised. I don’t know if this will help you feel better, but I am deeply sorry about everything Hazel. This whole fiasco was my mistake.” Killian sounds sorry. He sounds troubled and plagued with guilt. Now I feel guilty. I chose to leave him when it came down to it. I chose to not let him know about it. It was all my doing because I thought I was smart enough to keep us both safe yet when it came down to it, it’s the other way around. He knows and he’s still alive. My family are too.
For now.
I let out a sigh. Was that all empty threats? I don’t know. I can’t tell. It’s way too early to accept anything. “It’s okay.” I breath, matching his suave tone. “It’s not your fault.” It was me who made it hard for him from day one. I feel so stupid but it’s way too early to begin to regret anything. I turn my back to him, walking to the entrance. I still have my key to this place. I let out a sigh. My eyes begin to water and I’m trying so hard to hold the tears in so he doesn’t catch me crying. That’s the last thing I want.
We still need to talk about how unsafe I am. I turn back to face the man holding my luggage and walking towards me. “Killian. . .” I call, my voice a very low whisper. Despite this, he heard me. “Thank you.” I breath. We didn’t exactly talk throughout the drive. Neither was I welcoming earlier when we met. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.