Chapter Seventeen

Clyde

Seeing her in that state hurt so much. Although I wanted to hurt her, I couldn't bear to watch her suffer. I caused her grief; I was the cause of her suffering. Her statement that she never got to express her love for me kept replaying in my mind. She lay down on the bed, and I was seated in a chair next to her.

"Daniel!” She woke up, sitting immediately looking around confused.

"How are you feeling?" I tried to not sound concerned.

"Why am I here? Why did you bring me here?” She spoke through her teeth giving me a threatening look while trying to stand on her feet but blinked and sat back again.

I immediately went to keep her by her forearm, but she pulled her arm harshly.

"I ask you a question. Why did you bring me here? She repeated looking at me straight in the eye while I was standing on my feet.

"Should I have left you unconscious in the graveyard?" I raised my brow and sat on the chair in front of her again.

"Yes! Yes, you should have left me there because I wasn't done!" She raised her voice.

"You weren't done doing what?! Crying your eyes out or using my gun?!" I raised my voice as well.

"Why do you care?" She spat turning her head aside.

"Don't you ever touch my gun again!" I spoke in a threatening voice and she stood on her feet.

"I already said I want a divorce."

"Oh you're not getting a divorce baby girl." I smiled with the corners of my lips leaning back into the chair.

Not expecting what she did next. She put her hands on both sides of the chairs , bowing towards me. Her face was millimeters away from mine.

"Why?" She asked through her teeth.

"Why what?" I kept looking at her eyes, trying to hide how her closeness was affecting me.

"Why don't you want to give me the damn divorce? Do you expect me to love you? I will never love you. The only man I ever loved in my life is Daniel."

"Stop saying that name!" I raised my voice standing on my feet and she backed away.

"Daniel? Daniel,Daniel Daniel!”  She repeated like a child in front of my face.

"Stop it, Olivia!” I grabbed her lightly by her throat.

"I would never love a man like you. The only man that I will love is Daniel.” Her eyes were full of tears and I was fighting with myself whether to push her away or kiss her.

Was she truly in love with me? Then why   did she say that she would never be with me? Was I the one who heard it? She was, however, confessing her love for the guy I had killed , Daniel was dead and I had killed him, so I was no longer him.

I turned my back on her and walked out of the room, pulling my hand from her throat so she wouldn't see me crying.

"I hate you!" She spat behind me convincing me once again that she would never love this version of me.

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"This is good news. That means she loved you too. " Gabriel was excited, but I was devastated.

"That doesn't matter anymore. She loved Daniel, not me. Daniel is dead. " I repeated out loud what I had on my mind.

"I'm sure you can make her fall in love again with you. " I knew Gabriel was trying to give me hope, but I knew Olivia too well, she would never love someone like Clyde.

"No Gabriel. She would never love someone like me. I'm deep down into the dirt. I live in hell, while her eyes look up to the heaven. She falls in love with the light, the kindness. You don't know how her eyes light up like Christmas tree when she sees an act of kindness. She keeps her breath in excitement and feels happiness. She is  the light, while I'm darkness."

Gabriel just stared at me not knowing what to say.

"It's okay Gabriel. I don't want her to love me. I want revenge for my father. And I will take it from her family. " I was trying more to convince myself. I didn't want her to love me, I needed her to love me.

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I left the house for one hour, one damn hour. Having the security alert for every movement of my wife. I didn't want her to escape again. When I returned, I found her on the floor of the bedroom with a bottle of wine from my collection of wines.

"Oh hey!" She waved her hand giggling and there I noticed she was drunk.

"Where did you find that? Who gave you permission to take it?" I pulled the bottle away from her hand and she rolled her eyes pointing her forefinger at me.

"You know mister Harrison, you gave me your last name but you don't want to give me a bottle of wine." She shook her head laughing.

I put the bottle on the desk and went toward her again.

"You're drunk. Come on let's get you to bed." I took her in my arms even though she protested .

"You can't touch me mister Hell." She changed my last name giggling.

When I put her into bed she pulled me by the collar of my shirt towards her. She was studying my face features with her half-closed eyes, before touching my face with her fingers.

"You came. I knew you wouldn't leave me." She smiled sweetly at me.

That smile that I have longed for. When she doesn't look at me with hate, but with love and longing.

"I told you I would always recognize you even if you changed your face, Daniel.”

 Did she recognize me or was it the fact that she was drunk? Would she remember the next day? I kissed her palm while she kept touching my face.

"Don't leave me again." She pouted her lips, her eyes full of tears.

"Never again," I whispered to her.

I laid down next to her and she laid on my chest. So small, so fragile, so mine.

"Kiss me." She murmured with her eyes closed, raising her chin to give me access to her soft lips.

How could I refuse that order of hers? Her lips were so inviting, even though her mouth tasted of wine. She put her face on my neck and I hugged her tighter kissing her forehead.

"I love you so much, it hurts," I whispered to her and to myself as well.