Chapter 11: His revenge has began
Ash's pov ;
Sitting alone in the dark room, I couldn't shake Elijah's expression of pure hatred from my mind. The way he almost exploded on me sent shivers down my spine.
But I didn't mean to hurt Grandma. Why would I intentionally cause her harm?
Ash," Noah entered with a glass of water. "Why are you sitting alone in the dark?" he asked gently and moved to switch on the light.
"Please, don't," I pleaded, not wanting him to see me in this pathetic state. I felt so sorry for myself.
He sighed and settled beside me, offering me the glass of water. "Here drink this," he urged, his hand rubbing comforting circles on my back.
Taking a sip of the water, I let its coolness soothe my parched throat. Noah's presence was the only source of comfort for me now, but it also made me feel more acutely aware of my own brokenness.
He kept muttering curses against Elijah.
"It's not fair," Noah muttered. "He has no right to treat you like this. He's a hypocrite prick."
I shook my head with a dull face. "This time, it's my fault," I whispered hoarsely. "I shouldn't have lost control, no matter how jealous and upset I was. I shouldn't have told Grandma. I was just...blinded by retaliation for a while."
Noah's expression softened as he studied my apprehensive face and sighed pulling me into a hug. "It's okay," he murmured, holding me tightly. "Everyone makes mistakes, Ash. You were hurting, and you lashed out. It's called being a human."