He/Heroine And My Villainess

He/Heroine and My Villainess,

(DON'T BE SHY FIND THE BEAT YOU WANT, TELL YOU FIND YOUR SELF AT IT)

"What for, miss?" She asks,

"I forgot where I put the gift I receive from my father," I answer,

"Oh,"

"Yes, can you help me find it inside my room?"

"Yes, miss. But what kind of gift is it?"

"A lamp,"

"Lamp?"

"Yes, a lamp. Why? Do you know where I put it?"

"Uh, on that day when we found you inside the forest," She mentions,

"Yes? Go on, tell me. Angela," I said.

"On that day, you were holding a lamp. I ask you if that lamp is yours, but you said to put it away immediately. So, I didn't mind asking you any further and, I throw the lamp away and leave it inside the forest,"

"WHAT?" I shout in disbelief,

'WHAT?'

"Are you sure?" I ask to be certain,

"Yes, miss," She answers, and I feel my whole world fall apart, as anger rises upon me.

'NO! WHAT HAVE I DONE! I can't believe this! What am I going to do?' I panic as I walk back and forth inside my room, biting my nails, and my lip. Not, knowing that my lip is already bleeding.

"SHIT!" I punch my desk hard from anger.

'I was having a mixed feeling at that time and I was lost of it. So, I didn't know that I was holding the lamp already,' I thought irritated as Angela then went close to me in worried.

"MISS. Your hand is bleeding," She held my right hand, but I shove it away from her,

"Leave me for a while, Angela," I order, but she didn't budge a little and continue to stand beside me with a concerned look in her eyes, I deep sigh and look at her.

"Miss," She calls,

"Angela, just go," I instruct,

"But, miss,"

"Angela, do as I say," I said, and she nods, then leaves the room.

'I need to be alone to think and calm myself,'

"FUCK THIS, FUCK!" I shout in anger and frustration at myself. I destroyed my chair and desk inside my room when I hear Yerre's laughing voice again. I look around my room and find myself only.

'Ahh...' Panting and deep sighing. I sat down on the floor, holding my head, using both of my hands in frustration.

"Yerre... I am sorry. You have to wait for a little more longer. I hope you are not crying right now,"

'Back then, you were fragile and very vulnerable. I can't help to be so possessive and overprotective over you all the time someone's hurt you.'

To be continued.