All Chapters of Under Control: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Amilia pov:We got up early that morning, her parents were gone due to needing to attend some meeting. We ate breakfast with Damien before taking our leave. Since then she's been pretty distant, barely talking with me, not visiting, not even the goodmorning texts I had gotten used to.It was a week of rising tension and frustration between us, I just wanted her to talk it out with me. Anytime I tried she shut it down or changed the subject to something else. Even at work she's been more tense and grouchy, she snapped at Gavin. Gavin is a nice guy that does his work and takes coffee runs for people. She snapped when he spilt coffee on her, any other time and she would have brushed it off. Instead she gave a cold look and shouted at him to 'clean his fuck up'. Everyone looked shocked at the reaction.As much as this grouchy and shut off version of her is irritating I had to admit that it was kinda hot. Her gaze was mostly cold, jaw always set, she kept well dressed and gave an aura of

Amilia pov:I'm not a very sentimental person. I think the most sentimental thing I've done is spend that day with Azrael in her library. Outside of that I've never really done things that are considered nice or gentle.Somehow being with Az has softened me, it's made me appreciate the small things. The days I spend teasing her, the nights of passion, even early mornings of us just laying down and whispering to each other. I can tell she's obsessed with me, at least if her constant smoldering gaze on me has proof to it.I didn't notice at first but, she watches me, not in a creepy way, more so of an admiration type of way. Her eyes follow me as I walk rooms, her gaze held on me permanently. I had no complaints, I love her eyes, they were just the right amount of cold.I guess that's why my decision on what to do is so hard. I could tell her but that would cause trouble for her and I and I'm just not willing to take that risk. Complying would solely hurt her. Giving away secrets of her

Amilia pov:A firm body pressed against me from behind, knowing who it is I lean into the touch more. A hand snakes around my side and pulls me impossibly closer to them."Don't leave." Azrael mumbled half awake. I laughed and snuggled into her deeper."I'm not. Just relax." She sighed and buried her face into my hair. I ran my fingers across her exposed skin, tracing random patterns. I would occasionally run across a scar she had, eliciting a sigh each time. Her body always reacted to me, even when asleep.Resting my head on her chest I listened to her strong heartbeat. Even though my body was relaxed laying here with her, my mind was completely different. It was swirling with thought of what to do soon.I have 3 weeks left before I leave and it's making me nervous. Azrael's been much more affectionate than before, always saying or doing something to please me. I loved that she doted on me but in this case it made me feel guilty.I should distance myself, slowly make it seem as thou

Amilia pov:I was leaving today…I didn't want to, I hated that I had too, but I must. I laid in bed longer than I should have, wallowing in my shame. As usual Azrael came in and flopped herself on me, cuddling me into her."It's New Year's eve. I'm gonna make it memorable." She sounded so excited. It was the day we're supposed to celebrate our anniversary together.It was early but Azrael couldn't wait, she wanted to do it early and have it be something I'd never forget. I just felt like shit, I wouldn't be here, I would leave and never see her again."I'm sure you will Azy." Kissing her briefly I soak in her scent, burning it into my senses."Tonight we're gonna get dinner, watch the ball drop from the restaurant, then take the getaway. It's gonna be magical!" She gushed, tracing patterns on my skin."Do you think we should… arrive separately?" Her hand stopped, I could practically hear her thinking."Oh, like make it seem like it's a first date?" She craned her neck down to look at

Amilia pov:It hurt to breathe, I'm sure I had broken ribs from Mike's unpleasant treatment to me. He spent a considerable amount of time beating me, kicking me in my ribs to be factual.It was day, at least I think, they blocked the windows to prevent me from seeing outside. Goons came in and picked me up, removing the restraints as they took me out. I was tossed onto the floor of a kitchen, Mike sitting at the table with a disgusted look."Clean yourself up. It's pathetic." He waved his hand and they dragged me again.I was taken to a massive bathroom and told to clean myself so I didn't reek. It's not my fault I've been locked away for two weeks, covered in blood and... other things. They left and locked the door from the outside so I couldn't escape.Standing on shaky legs I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked skinnier than I prefered. My face held bruises, swollen lips and cheeks, all while covered in dried blood. My body wasn't any better.Not wanting to see myself like thi