WHITNEY

"Be a man and accept the reality as it is, I don't love you" I uttered, taking my time to pronounce every syllable.

I expressed it with a lump in my throat, It tore me to see how much I was hurting Addams.
And something told me he wouldn't accept it so easily.

Mr. Wilson knew how his son could react thus he had already taken with him some men who were already on the property.

Although the strength of Addams, Mr.Wilson knew Addams couldn't defeat them.

He laughed, his fingers pressed to his eyes, I could feel the pain he felt, it stabbed harshly into my heart.

"Stop lying you love me and you will get out of this mansion with me" He hoarsely spoke, sternly, without a fear, he was not influenced by this mass

I made some footsteps and hid behind Mr. Wilson after Addams had thrown this murderer glance at me.

I had never seen him like that, never before he had let grow this kind of aura, even that day at the bar with this random guy, he hadn't emanated such harmful energy.

True that the tension wasn't the same, this time his heart was bleeding, I could hear the blood from his heart dripping on the ground as long as we discussed.

"Which part are you not getting when she declared she is no more interested in being with you"

"Just understand she was with you because of her mother's pressure on her, now Mrs.Lucas is no more there, it couldn't work anymore"

"SORRY..!" Petterson opened his mouth and blurted this abomination to Addams, it hurt me.
He motioned, from behind Mr.Wilson to stand face to Addams, not close but he stood as if it was a challenge.

It saddened me to see how this son of bitch was talking to my man, to my soulmate, the only one I loved and all of this was because of me.

I didn't let out an emotion that could betray me, I was crying just sobbing inwardly, hoping it would flood my pain.

"Understand it please and never try to contact her again" Petterson added.

And as soon as he finished his sentence, I heard a shot, my eyes went opened as I heard it, I was afraid, alarmed that somebody had shot at Addams.

I didn't want it to happen, Mr.Wilson had promised they wouldn't do something bad to him.

My heart Thundered at the sound of the shot, and slowly I lifted my glance to look at Addams who was standing with a gun in his hand.

I nonchalantly passed my glare at my surrounding to see who was the one on whom Addams had discharged the fury burning inside of him.

I looked around and was stopped before making my stare surround every place by the shout coming out of Petterson's mouth.

Addams had shot Petterson's leg, he was laid down on the floor, crying with a hold on his hand.

My sense was alerted as I saw the flow of blood on the floor and Addams was there sternly looking at me. I was afraid, of the confrontation. This confrontation I was struggling to avoid.

He motioned forward, slowly with a scary stare, and stopped some footsteps before reaching me, Mr.Wilson had lifted his hand to tell the guy watching the scene not to try something.

"You want me to believe that all this time, everything we lived was just fake"

"The cuddles, the caress, even the kisses were all fake"

"Remember all this time, we made love and all these follies we have, all of them were just as fake as you want me to believe"

"Tell me that looking into my eyes, tell me you feel nothing for me" He growled.

I retained the tears willing to run down my cheeks with an unsuspected strength, an ability I couldn't believe I could have.

I looked at him with my heart trembling, and I dared utter "I don't feel anything for you" stressing every single word, to tell him I meant every word.

"Sorry, but sometimes, you feign to be somebody you aren't, and you finish by believing you are definitely like that" I added

"Shut up with this philosophy" He growled instantly, and gave out a yell, with tears cascading down his jaws, that beautiful cheeks on which I liked to press my lips.

He cried in front of me, in front of the crowd, his head looking at the ceiling, and his hand passing through his black curl hair.

He pointed his gun to the side and shot, caring less about who could be hurt by it.
His breath was stuttered and heavy, I looked at him and the shape of his body had started to shift to a size wider than he was.

I was afraid, I didn't understand what was that, he was scary.

He bent his head with a smile and looked over everyone in the hall, he uttered, with a husky voice, a voice hoarse than the one he used to talk with.

"I want everyone to get what I am saying"

"She will go back with me. I don't know what you did to my mate"

"And I don't care about what she uttered, the only thing I know is that she is mine, and I won't share her with anybody"

"Those who think, they can take her away from me, had to try to stop me" He growled with a look at his dad.

The hall was filled with silence and fright could be read inside everyone's eyes. He gripped my wrist and, he tried to move back with me.

Petterson had already been taken away from the hall, and before Addams could make a step to head to the door.

Mr. Wilson held him and gave him a hit on his face and Addams stumbled and fell on the floor.

"Addams..!" I yelled out immediately after he fell, I couldn't retain my emotions this time, I couldn't, his name escaped my mouth like it was pushed out by a dynamo.

With a sign of the hand, Mr. Wilson ordered the members standing there to surround my man.

"Don't make him any hurt, he is just Irrated, he will understand" I spoke holding Mr. Wilson's wrist.

"I don't want to appear in the New York Times again, not for this kind of subject"

"It will ruin our reputation" I justified my yell, cause he was staring at me with a suspicious look.

But after the explanation, I succeeded to find just there at the moment, he nodded in agreement.