Chapter 3

Sylvia's POV

It took more strength to walk away from him than it would seem. I used Kylie's trick of locking away my emotions just to keep from giving in. How foolish have I been? I tell him my feelings and expect him to really, truly reciprocate them and he just wants my body. I know I shouldn't have pushed him away, let him go, but he'd just use me. Not love me. Not truly love me. What is life then? I will not kill myself because of him! I won't join those heartbroken bitches in the ground! I won't! I ran as fast as I could. Away from him, from my personal temptation, to the only place I could. My mother.

"Sylvia? Dear? What's wrong? Come tell your mother."

And I did. I told her everything. I bared my soul to her.

"It's okay. Shhhhh. You're back home now. It'll be fine, you'll see. Now come and help me make some dinner."

And for the next month, it was okay. But I knew I'd have to face him sooner or later. That was proven the night a knock came at the door.

"Hello. What business do you have here?" my mother asked politely, but severely at the same time.

"Hello."

No. No, he can't be here! Not now! Not my mother's!

"I was wondering if a Sylvia was here."

"What is your name, sir?"

"Jashin. I'm terribly sorry if I have the wrong address."

"Jashin." I said evenly from the hall. "Come in. Would you like a cup of tea? Coffee?"

"Sylvia, can I talk to you alone?" He looked panicked that I wasn't already alone.

"I love you, Momma. I will stop by another time. "

"I love you too, honey. Come back soon."

"I will, Momma. Be safe please. I wouldn't be able to live without you." Jashin looked upset that I said that to my mother. Good. It'll teach him that he is not my whole world. I know it is a cruel thing to say but I didn't care. He ruined my only haven.

"Sylvia. I cannot prove my love to you, but is it not enough that I have searched for you? Searched and wanting to be more than your leader? I hold the years that I was your best friend dear. When Danar broke yo-"

"Don't say his name!" I yelled tears streaking down my face.

"Sylvia! He broke you! He broke you and I hated him for it! For doing that to you! For taking my favorite thing in the world and harming it! I sent men after him, I wanted him gone, and none of my men returned! I went myself, to rid the world of him, only to find him already dead. He was hanging, by himself from a rafter of an old barn. I couldn't understand what drove him to the extreme but-"

I laughed through the pain of my past. "He didn't hang himself. I hung him; the bastard had come back, asking for one more chance. I got mad, hung him and ran."

Jashin was stunned for a bit. "You, hung him? How? Sylvia." Was all he could say.

"Yes, Jashin, I'm not so sweet and innocent. I kill without orders from you. I don't just do what you tell me too. I have hatreds too."

Then, he kissed me.