C13 The Guilt.

Amara P. O. V

This new piece of news has spun my whole world around and at the same time is eating me from inside. I don't deserve to be called as her bestie. From which mouth do I say that I'm her best friend.

When I wasn't there for her when she needed me the most. I wasn't there to console and advise her when she needed my shoulder to express and share her worries.

To express her grief and sorrow. Where was I. Where was I. Is the only sentence chanting in my head again and again. I questioned myself with endless grievance in my heart.

When suddenly the memory of that day flashed in my mind. That unfortunate day when Emma came running towards me in the cafeteria of our college.

But life always likes to play with me, that day I also had an argument with Eden and I was not in the mood to talk much less confront with anyone.

Emma came towards me panting, as if her life was on the line and told me that she had something very important to tell me. But I being a complete mess that I was in at that time. Shouted at her saying that if she had nothing else to do then leave me and go somewhere else.

And believe me when I say that I regret saying that till this day. Fresh tears threaten to roll down my eyes blurring my vision.

Thankfully he didn't lock me in the basement. I think he still has some humanity left in him. Can't he just discuss things rationally.

After about 10 minutes I walked out of the basement when my stomach protested for food, I was not in the mood to eat anything.

I slowly walked towards the bedroom and directly went in the bathroom to wash my tear stained face. Then pulled out the first-aid kit from the drawer and treated my scratched wounds. Just as I sat on the bed someone knocked on the door.

Sighing I went and opened the door to see the butler standing there. "Ma'am, sir has ordered for you to come downstairs to have lunch within 5 minutes."

What does he want to prove that he's the most caring husband. Actually husband my foot. I never accepted this marriage much less accepting him as my husband.

But right now I don't have any energy to argue for a small issue. I'm already in big dilemma."OK I'll come, you can go now." I said while closing the door.

To be interrupted midway "ma'am, sir asked me to bring you with me."

I rolled my eyes in mind, he is Lucas. He doesn't 'ask'. He directly orders.

Sighing heavily I agreed and went downstairs where I saw the wall clock in the hallway 3:00 pm and he was sitting there with all his glory waiting for me. And what surprised me the most was that he haven't started eating yet.

I sat beside him as I stared at him to say anything but he just started eating as if we didn't talk about anything in the basement a while ago. So I also didn't stand on ceremony and started eating as well and did my business for which I've been called here, 'to eat'.

We were halfway through our meal when I zoned out. Noticing my blank state he put down his utensils.

"Do you have something to say?" His deep irritated voice brought me back to reality.

"I don't deserve to be called her friend" I said in a low voice still looking down on my plate. Biting my lower lips to stop my sob to not look pathetic in front of him.

To which he laughed out loudly, his laughter echoed throughout the mansion. "So today finally you managed to admit the truth that you don't deserve her. wow, I must say." He said rising his brows.

His taunting words were making me more guilty but somehow I told him what was bothering me the most.

"That day before her accident occurred

She came to me and said that she had something very important that she wanted to tell me, but I didn't listen to her. Its all my fault. " I told him everything and felt as if a huge stone have been pickup from my chest. But the guilt was still there.

But His one mere sentence doubled the guilt that I was already feeling, and was enough to break my soul into pieces. "You know what? I don't know what came over my sister that she decided to befriend a low life like you."

Author P. O. V.

It was in the middle of the night when Amara suddenly woke up with a jolt. Beads of sweat tingling down her forehead while her whole body was also trembling badly.

Lucas who was sleeping beside her also woke up because of her sudden movements, as he was a light sleeper.

Seeing her state he instantly came back to his senses and started to rub her shoulder. "What happened to you? Are you OK?"

It was rare for him to show his concern towards her, and right now some caring words were the only thing she wanted.

And at this moment she wanted nothing but some warmth from someone.

Panting heavily she instantly throw herself in his arms and started sobbing."Night....nightmare." She uttered in between her now low sobs.

He understood that she still hasn't overcome everything that he had told her today. But stayed silent, letting her cry in his arms, and rubbed her back until she fell asleep.

Then he switched of the lights and also went back to sleep pulling her close to him and inhaling her soothing lavender scent.

As if she had thought of something, she started to wriggle out of his arms, but her strength couldn't be compared to a man like Lucas who squeezed her in his strong arms, unable to fight back she huffed and lied there silently.

Even though he wanted her to submit and be obedient. He can't neglect the fact that he loves her with his whole heart and soul.

After hearing her soft snoring he got out of the bed and picked up a cigar, walking towards the balcony he started smoking while thinking something deeply. It was his habit, whenever something bothered him he would smoke a cigar and today was no exception.