Sacred Flame: His Enemy, His Mate (BL)-Chapter 22: Twice a week

Kain Locke

"Has he confessed to doing that?"

He asked and my eyes went wide. Doing what? I didn’t expect him to believe me at least, just as I don’t expect him to be on the opposing side so I was taken aback when he said that.

The guard stiffened. "No, sir."

"Then why is he still here?" he demanded angrily.

"We’re taking him to the cell already." They answered trembling as they did so.

"You better." he muttered,

If it wasn’t for the fact that I was being led away I would’ve stormed to his side and whacked his face, sneering how much of an asshole he is.

The guard pulled me forward, but I couldn’t stop glancing back at him. But he didn’t even look at me, didn’t even flinch. Planting that same cold, unbothered expression on his face.

My chest tightened. He knew the truth, meaning he could’ve cleared this up so easily. Even if he didn’t want to help, he didn’t have to make it worse. I mean, the answers to how I ended up in that room after falling asleep in his can only be best answered by him.

I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood in my mouth. I wanted to shout, to demand why he was doing this. But no words came out.

I shouldn’t care what he does, but the fact that... What the heck was I even saying? Maybe him pretending that day didn’t happen is the best, it didn’t matter what he thought, it didn’t matter that i had somehow ended up on his floor and we did those things that shouldn’t have happened in the first place. It all doesn’t matter.

The guard shoved me again. "Keep moving."

I stumbled, barely holding myself from falling. I took one final glance at where he currently stood to see he was already walking away, his back turned.

I kept my gaze forward again as I was taken away from the room, led away from the floor, to the elevator which took us all the way too down. I knew we definitely must be in the underground.

Why would they throw baseless accusations and have me locked up for it! All of this is total bullshit!

I wasn’t affected by the pheromones they say? Heck no, I was affected even more than any of them, I just fought until I lost myself to it, and woke up to this...

By the time the elevator chimes and slides open we step out, and...

I shouldn’t say this but this place isn’t as bad as I thought it would be.

It wasn’t stuffy or dark, rather it was brightly lit with lights in every ceiling, the cells were beside one another like a hostel room, just that it has iron gates in place of a door.

He unlocked one and said, "Get inside." He said and I signed, already feeling exhausted as I stepped inside and he locked the door, his footsteps growing more distant until it was completely gone.

It was only after I was left alone that my situation sank in.

I sank into a corner and curled my legs, my face buried in my laps as a tear slipped out of my eyes.

No one was here to see me cry, so I let it out, all restraints, all walls as I break up in that empty space, the tears flowing out of my eyes and falling on my laps like a rainfall, a relentless downpour, heavy and unending, washing away the last bits of resolve I had left.

It’s not like I have much left, because no matter how hard I wanted to remember my life before any of this, all I always got was fragments, memories that were there, but it feels like it wasn’t because it has faded with time.

But I know I used to have a mother, and a father.

I could still remember that faceless man reaching a hand to me, with a smile, why do I even think it was a smile.. it could be scowl, sneer, disappointment or a gaze filled with hatred like everybody else.

I seem to attract that a lot.

I couldn’t even tell how hard the tears were falling. Maybe I didn’t care. Maybe I was just too tired of pretending to be strong, of putting on a cold face every single day when all I really wanted was for everything to be okay.

I wanted to smile without the ache behind it, to laugh without the heaviness in my chest, to give my son the happy life he deserved.

But the truth was... I wasn’t even sure if I could piece it all back together anymore.

I sat there, knees to my chest, tears falling without stopping. I was too tired to wipe them away, too broken to care.

Then, I heard footsteps getting closer, slow and heavy, and finally it stopped by the cell gate.

Chains rattled, followed by the creak of the metal door as it opened.

I didn’t look up. There was no point doing so, it definitely must be one of those guards so I just stayed there.

"Don’t tell me I’m interrupting such an emotional moment?"

At the hearing of that voice alone, I didn’t have to look up to know who it was, so I didn’t.

"Are you just going to go mute on me? Heh, so much for someone who came begging for my touch two days ago." He snickered and my gaze shot up immediately.

Kael stood there, leaning casually against the wall, his arms crossed as he watched me with that mocking smile on his lips. His eyes were cold, almost amused by my misery.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" He took a step closer, "You didn’t seem so quiet then. In fact, I remember you moaning my name."

My fists clenched, nails digging into my palms. "Shut up," I whispered,

He laughed, "Why? Does the truth hurt?" He tilted his head, his eyes never leaving mine. "I didn’t take you for someone who breaks so easily. Guess I overestimated you."

His words cut deep, twisting the knife already buried in my chest. I hated him. I hated how he looked at me like I was nothing. But more than that, I hated myself for letting him see me so vulnerable.

Kael crouched down, his face now level with mine. His fingers reached out, brushing away the tears I hadn’t realized had started falling. "Pathetic," he whispered, "Look at you. You’re not even worth punishing."

I flinched, his words striking harder than any blow could. My eyes burned, but I refused to cry in front of him again. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

He straightened, brushing off his pants like touching me had somehow dirtied him. "I came here to see if you’d broken yet," he said with an amusing smile, "But now I see you’re already in pieces it’s almost... Stop crying like that will you? it breaks my heart when you do that,"

I gritted my teeths, as I watched him turn to leave, his footsteps echoing as he walked away.

However, instead of closing the gate, he just stopped there and said, "Why aren’t you following me? Don’t tell me you love it here already."

"Fuck you!" I sneered.

"No, Kain. You seemed to be mixing something up here, if fucking were to happen, I’ll be the one fucking you." He corrected it like that was the most casual thing in the world, "And, don’t go on about saying things and acting like you love the boy when I’m actually offering you a chance to visit him now, and you’re outrightly rejecting it."

Wait... I froze immediately, "Bri.. an?" My lips trembled on the question.

"Twice a week, I promised that to you didn’t I? So come on dummy, we have our child visiting to do."