~I crave a love that drowns oceans~

Evangeline's PoV
Finally, the doctor had announced that I could be discharged today. Tobias stood in my hospital room, waiting impatiently for me. I gave him a dirty look as he tapped his shoe against the floor and repeatedly checked his watch.

"If you have somewhere else to be, then go," I told him. He let out a sigh.

"No one else is gonna come and get you so hurry the fuck up," he told me like it was my issue. I rolled my eyes and slowly began taking small steps. It's been almost two months since I've properly walked. Since I died more than once and was drugged, I was using a wheelchair to get to the bathroom which was the only place I really went to. They didn't want me putting any strain my heart.

Taking deep breaths, I took a few small steps towards Tobias who was now waiting at the door for me. He held the door open for me allowing me to walk through before walking closely behind me.

I wobbled, stumbled and almost fell a few times only for Tobias to grab me. I bet he wanted to let me hit the floor. Getting annoyed with my clumsiness, he held his arm out for me to grab. I did so gratefully and slightly confused as I held his sculpted arm tightly for support.

He didn't say a word as he guided me out of the hospital and towards a long hallway. "The hospital is in the middle of the base," he told me. "This is the headquarters." I looked around at the whole place. It seemed so beautiful in a way.

Almost everything was either black or white, giving the whole place a sort of dangerous look. The hallway was wide but dark as he guided me through it. I could hear lots and lots of chatter as people walked around.

I wonder how big this base is.

My breathing started to quicken as I became tired of walking for so long after barely walking for a while. My leg suddenly began to cramp up making me scrunch my face up in pain. Tobias let out an annoyed sigh as stopped for me. I winced slightly as I tried to stretch my leg out.

Without a warning, Tobias scooped me up in his arms, making me wonder why he's being so nice to me. "You were walking too slow," he mumbled gruffly, his chest vibrating. I didn't say a word as I relaxed slightly in his arms. I rested my head against his chest and began listening to his heartbeat and each breath he took. I watched him as he walked. His cold eyes were observing everyone and his face was so tense giving away nothing.

I can't lie, he still scares me.

Somewhere along the way, my eyes closed and I had fallen asleep.

"Stupid girl," my father tutted in disappointment, an emotion he rarely shows. I'm pretty familiar with his violent side, his anger and rage. He bent down in front of a 6-year-old me. I hiccuped as I tried to stop my crying. He doesn't like crying or me in general. Tears still flowed down my cheeks as I looked at my father.

"You really should've listened," he spoke softly in a baby voice. I didn't realise his tone was threatening as he gave me a sad smile. Suddenly, he switched up. His sad smile had vanished and it was replaced with his sickly evil smile, one I never liked to see. I stared at him in despair and fear. "You should know by now that I don't like crying!"

He slapped me. My head snapped to the side, the pain making me cry even more. "I'm sorry, daddy!," I cried out. My crying got him even angrier as he let out a vicious yell before he kicked me in the chest.

I woke up, gasping for air. My hand was on my chest, feeling like I had just been kicked there. "Calm down," someone spoke to me, their name not registering in my mind. "It was just a bad dream. Whatever it was is in your head. It's not real."

Finally, I had managed to calm myself down and the person that had come to my aid had backed away from me as I came to my senses. I suddenly noticed I was in Tobias's office at his home laid on his couch.

That's strange. Why didn't he just drop me off in my room?

I suddenly noticed Tobias leaning against his desk with his arms crossed over his chest, making his muscles bulge. "The fuck was that?," he asked me like I had the answer to why I had a bad dream. I shrugged my shoulders as I sat up straight.

I ran a hand through my hair as I let out a sigh. "You were crying too," he spoke making me freeze. "Screaming 'I'm sorry daddy'." He ran a hand down his face as I stared at him as pale as a ghost.

"What the fuck did he do to you?," Tobias suddenly asked uncrossing his arms and clenching his fists by his side. I stayed silent.

That was my life.

"Evangeline, I'm not fucking around, tell me what the fuck he did to you," he demanded.

"I-I can't," I whispered out, not feeling ready to talk about my childhood. I know what my father did was extremely wrong. My mom made sure I knew that. She also made sure that I knew she tried so hard to get us away from him. She always failed.

"He hurt you, didn't he? That's why you wanna learn how to fight," he pieced together. I didn't say a word, not confirming anything and not denying it.

"That was my life," I suddenly began speaking, my voice cracking slightly. "That was my life and it happened every single day and it's not something I can just get over. It's years and years of pain and suffering. And my mom, oh my god my mom, she's still there." I let out a gasp at this. I tried so hard not to think about her because then I'll wonder if she's okay and alive.

"Come on, let's go to the gym," he suddenly spoke, making me wipe my eyes and my thoughts of my mom. He walked out of the office making me follow closely behind. As I walked, I realised for some reason my legs felt much better than before.

"You're gonna train me now?," I asked, my voice wavering slightly. He glanced back at me at the sound of my voice.

"Yeah," he confirmed. Before I knew it, we somehow ended up outside my bedroom. "Get ready. I'll be back for you." I nodded my head and walked inside, not worrying about clothes because by now, he'll have bought me a whole bunch of new clothes like he promised.

Maybe one day I'll come face to face with my dad and I'll be able to look him in the eye without being afraid of what he'll do. Maybe I'll be able to talk back to him and not care about his reaction. Maybe I won't be so afraid of him. Maybe I'll be able to make him listen to me tell him how he made me feel.

Maybe just maybe, I could do all those things.