Chapter 75: Need And Want

Elleanor felt her anger give way as she stood in desperate wait for his answer, anxiety and suspense slowly rippling in her and slightly drowning the pain in her heart. The pain caused by everything and everyone surrounding her.

Earlier, she had tried not to ponder on her mother's provocation and kept her anger in check as she walked into the apartment she now lives with Francis.

At the sight of him, she remembered herself why she had to behave differently from henceforth - behave like every other girl would, and anticipate the positive change she was about to experience. He was going to save her and be with her, and her lips curved up at that thought.

She watched him from a distance as a lot of beautiful thoughts seared through her mind. How she'd love to come back home and see him waiting for her with petals of red roses strewn around the floor and a beautiful candle light dinner. These were the things couples did and she had seen all different kind of romantic gestures on movies and social media platforms. The couples always wore looks of happiness and satisfaction, and that was what she yearned for, happiness.

Carefully observing herself, she hasn't felt different from how she has always felt, but she was hopeful. Hopeful he'd come around and he'll definitely save her and give her what she desires.

A smile graced her lips as she made her way towards him, but they soon twitched and her smile faltered when she discovered what he was staring at.

A picture of Nevaeh.

Her face fell and a dark and gloomy expression took over the once smiling face. "What are you doing?" She coldly inquired, slightly startling Francis, who hissed and quickly put his phone away. He paid no attention to her, neither did he turn towards her as he rose to his feet and walked away.

"Francis!" She roared with bulging veins, halting him on his heels but he still didn't turn towards her.

Anger coursed through her veins as she watched his back, her hands clenching into fists.

"You're being disrespectful!" She seethed, making the man scoff. She straightened herself when he turned around but he only looked at her with incredulity and disgust. His gaze at her revealed just how much he was irritated by her sight.

With a brow casually cocked at her, he asked. "Disrespectful? Do you even know the meaning of that word?"

Elleanor frowned at him. What sort of question was that? Was she to give an answer to that nonsense?

He took few steps towards her, the anger and irritation in his eyes becoming even more vivid, pricking her heart in an indescribable way. "Do you have the slightest clue what that word means?" He asked again.

"I do." She firmly replied, but he shook his head in protest.

"I'm afraid you don't. If you know what it means, I wouldn't be here with you, and your sister wouldn't be in a prison where you kept her, making her feel miserable and sad. You have no respect whatsoever for anybody or their feelings, so don't you dare talk to me about disrespect!" He bawled at her, a deep fire flashing through his eyes.

"Francis..."

"You're not human, Elleanor! Not a single part of you is human! Your heart is evil and your entire being reeks of selfishness. And do you want to know the truth?" He raised a brow and continued without waiting for her answer. "I will never love you and No.One.Ever.Will."

He lowered his eyes to her stomach. "Do this child a great service by not being the wretched witch who plagues it's life, because having you as it's mother would be it's greatest nightmare."

Greatest nightmare?

Elleanor stilled by all the venomous words he had spat to her. They were...hurtful.

She stood in a daze as she blankly stared at him, but she snapped back when he turned around to leave. She instinctively grabbed his arm to stop him, but what she didn't expect was for him to forcefully yank her off like she was some kind of plague he didn't want to make contact with, making her forcefully fall over the glass framed table causing a huge impact on her lower abdomen.

Elleanor wailed in pain at the impact but the man sauntered away with no care.

Her stomach suddenly began to hurt like she had been stabbed by a cold sharped weapon. Sharp and hot pain searing through her abdomen and lower back, but no matter how hard she cried and called for him, he didn't come neither did he take a look at her.

Her consciousness eluded her, but when she regained it, she had woken up to the pool of her own blood. Her baby was gone and so was Francis.

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Elle collected herself as she maintained her gaze on the man wordlessly standing in front of her.

He had once said he'd save her and bring her out of this insurmountable misery that haunted her. That he'd put an end to the void and helplessness that took over her entire being, but she hadn't believed him at the time. But now, she wanted to. Her desperation for wholeness is enough to have her cling to whatever option was out there, even if it was believing in this man. Her pain and frustration was becoming too much for her to handle. She wanted peace, even just a tiny bit of it. She wanted to feel what others could that she couldn't, feel what it was to love and live. She had just lost a child but she wasn't in pain for the loss of the child, she was in pain for not feeling as she should feel.

"Dal..."

"What you want I can't provide. But know this, what you think you want isn't what you need, and knowing and loving yourself is the first step to getting it. No one will see you for what you don't see, neither will they love you if you don't love yourself. Deceit and contempt will only bring more sorrow than love." He said and turned away leaving her in a daze.

What did he mean?

Elleanor didn't understand what he meant but before she could say a word, he was already gone.

What she wants and need? Was there a difference?

.....

Dale didn't have the time or desire to enlighten her on what he meant as he already knew she was confused by his words. But her confusion had nothing to do with him. Had Nevaeh not been in danger, he'd attend to her madness and torture a soul inside of her.

He teleported himself to the library where he telepathically connected to Kiel and Elyon who immediately appeared before him.

"You really know how to ruin my mood." Elyon whined with a yawn as he glared at the man. He looked at Kiel who had his signatory indifferent look, the man must have been sitting by his window again pondering about God knows what. He wondered why he always did that.

While Elyon seemed displeased about this abrupt disturbance, Kiel was carefully examining Engel's countenance. The man was gloomy and was trying to keep his bloodlust.

"What is wrong?" His usual cold and apathetic tone came asking.

"She's gone."

"Who's gone? Your wife?" Elyon asked.

"How?" Kiel asked.

"Someone took her." He curtly replied. He didn't have the luxury of time for a question and answer session. Every second wasted was dangerous to her. Elle might have requested for her to be kept unharmed, but she was already in danger the moment she stepped out of the house with that mark on her hand.

Engel turned to Elyon, "There's someone in my room, keep her safe. Do not let her out of your sight." He ordered, but Elyon still hasn't fully grasped what was going on.

Who took his wife and who was in his room? Elyon was about to ask, but before he could do that Dale was gone. He turned to Kiel who blankly looked at him before teleporting out of sight, obviously he was going with Engel.

Wait! He was going to be a baby sitter? Who the hell was he baby sitting? He'd rather return to his bed and continue sleeping than do anything else. He signed irritably.

With a displeased frown he teleported upstairs to Engel's room. Since the man brought his wife neither him or Kiel had stepped a foot inside his room, so who could be there?

Elyon listened from outside the door and all he could hear was a thumping heart and faint whimpering sounds. His brows shot up. It was a woman and she was human. Why was there a woman in Engel's room and why was he asked to babysit a human woman?!

Women were troublesome, talk more of a human one!

Elyon slowly knocked and opened the door, but the moment he stepped in, he was stunned by the familiar face in front of him? Wasn't she Engel's wife?

"Who are you?" Elle asked when she saw the strange gold haired man by the door.

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