After taking a warm bath I went to library to calm myself but my mind wandered off every where.

As usual!

No one asked about the cuts in my hands, I should be relieved at this but why is it making me worry more.

I am pretty sure five of the them surely had some talks about this

What's in their minds?

I desperately hope that they won't ask anything about it or like some miracle they forget yesterday's incident.

As time passed I am started to get more anxious about this, I was jolted from my thoughts when my phone rang.

It was Ashley.

But before I could take the call, it ended.

That's when I realized I wasn't alone.

Victor was sitting on the couch infront of me, his grey eyes staring at me.

I didn't even realize him entering the library!

How long was he sitting here?

What does he want?

"Want to say something" I asked casually but my mind was screaming

"Yes"

"About?" I asked trying to hide my Nervousness

"Your nightmares"

"What about nightmares? If you are asking about do I have them a lot, then I won't say no" I immediately regretted saying it, Victor's eye had turned darker now.

'Once in a life, think before you speak' I mentally screamed

"Nightmare like yesterday, I had them in.. past but it's random now" I offered nervously trying to cover the damage I did just now.

"What caused it yesterday?" He asked

I stared at him blankly deciding whether to answer it or not.

Anyway he will suck the answer from me, so I took my phone and showed him the photo that Sophia sent me yesterday.

"Peter Scott" Victor spoke, his eyes way darker.

I looked at him surprised, I didn't expect him to identify or notice Peter in the background.

Peter accidentally photo bombed in that picture.

"This-" Before he could speak, I interupted him.

" My friend Sofia send this picture of her family trip from two years ago yesterday night"

He nodded his head, but his eyes were still on the photo, his eyes filled with rage making me feel anxious.

"So nightmare like yesterday was triggered by our last night talk and this photo?" He asked

I nodded my head with hesitation, Anyway he is going to find about this one way or the other so I decided to save his time "when someone talks or I see something that reminds me of the past, it just get out of my control. I most of the times don't even realise what I am doing at the time of panic"

"You mean you don't realise.."

I just nodded my head.

Yeah, Sometimes I get self destructive, I didn't expect me to make it out alive these long.

Immediately Victor stiffened, he was looking at me with a shock, I immediately covered my mouth with hands.

Did I spoke it loud?

From his reaction, it's a yes!

WHY!!!!

WHY CAN'T I WATCH MY FUCKING MOUTH FOR EVEN ONCE.

I just want the ground to crack open and swallow me whole.

Before I could say something, Victor stood from his chair and walked towards me, he was now kneeling infront of me. He gently took my hands and looked into my eyes.

There was only genuine care, affection and love in those grey eyes, along with something else maybe ...guilt or pain.

"Answer my three questions and no one will bother you about this" he spoke his tone deeper now.

I nodded my head automatically.

But he didn't ask , he just pulled my sleeves up showings my cuts, he Gently touched my scars ,before his eyes stared into my eyes.

I clearly understood what he meant.

"Most of the times I realise what I am doing but ...at times of panic, I... I just...." I trailed off, my eyes burning with unshed tears.

I won't cry!

"How did no one noticed anything, even my men got no information regarding this" He asked softly, but I could tell that he is angry inside

"That's because, we were a perfect family outside, no one suspected anything like that going inside our home. I....I tried my best to cover up everything" My voice broke at the last part.

I don't know why I did that, I lied to my friends, teacher's about my sickness and tiredness.

I didn't want to share my pain with anyone then, because I didn't trust anyone.

I was broken.

"Why did you send me with Mom?" I asked, I want to know the reason, whatever he told me earlier didn't made any sense.

Atleast I deserve to know this!

After a moment of hesitation Victor spoke, may be sensing that I won't back away without a clear answer.

"Even On the day of your birth the hospital was attacked but we already left the hospital few hours ago safely. Dad and mom were worried about your safety and that's the reason you were sent with Mom. Dad had a lot of business rivals and they were starting to Target you"

"We wanted to bring you back after everything was sorted out here, we expected it to be done in few months but it took years."

"Whatever we did then was for your safety, We never expected this, If we had, we would never send you away"

Victor wasn't lying, even though he was still hiding something, Whatever he spoke was truth.

I nodded my head in understanding but I was having a internal battle inside.

"Where did you ran away?" Victor asked suddenlymaking me nervous.

"I... I told you before,....I was in orphanage" I stuttered

Curse my stuttering!

"Cut the crap Callie, who are you lying to? Both of us know it's a lie" Victor spoke sternly

"I..I am not lying" I tried to sound as honest as possible.

'What a pathetic excuse! I expected this from you but not such soon' My inner me mocked my helplessness.

"You were in orphanage for only 3 months, Charlie found you at hospital after you had a car accident. I want to know where you were those 2 and half years"

He can't know the truth.

"I am not lying, I told you before I was moving out from one place to another with fake names"

I stood up to leave but Victor pulled me back into seat.

I don't want to answer, please leave me alone.

"What Happened in those years!" His voice so low that it scared me to the core.

They can't know, How I was turned into a monster.

My fears

My pain

My darkness.