Chapter 3 Baring my Love

"Stop trying to control me, and let me go back to Louis. He needs my help dammit!!!" she was so angry that she yelled at him grimly with visible tear marks and about to get swollen eyes, but when he didn't stop his strides or attempt to drag her into his car.

She slapped him. And that was it... Complete and utter shock. Even Shrey couldn't figure out her fierce action.

"It's all because of him; this isn't me. I wasn't brave or rude enough to raise my voice at anyone, let alone slap someone," Shrey thought and promised herself to show him the way to hell herself and get back to him for all this; her hands were shaking, but she composed herself.

George was dumbfounded and perplexed to move. Finding this as a chance, Shrey tried to run away, but with his devilish smirk, "Where do you think you're going, sweetheart" he grabbed and lifted her like a potato sack on his shoulder and dragged her into his car, ignoring her rantings.

The ride to George's home continued in silence for half an hour. Shrey was sitting comfortably on the navigator's seat while George was driving and frequently stealing a glance at Shrey, 

who was in deep thought remembering those days when she cherished her life with happiness, her innocence which brimmed like spring, and the way Autumn painted in her beautiful dark eyes.

George's POV

They say love is bound to cure your longing desire, and hope is assorted to feeling the need to cherish your beloved. Still, they never comprehended the issues of obsession, domineering, and abandon, which is the second side of this tossed coin (reality) that I feel for my Shrey.

I never really wanted to control her, but she is too stubborn to understand this. I know she thinks I'm a monster and that I destroyed her life. She is indeed heartless to not sense my pain or see through my cold face, and even I suffered and lost our happiness and our sunshine Kendall.

It's already been half an hour, and Shrey hasn't spoken any word since we left that house. From her navigator seat, I know what she is thinking, staring at this vast, vivid forest in the bright moonlight. She has always been fond of moonlight and stories related to the moon goddess. How childish.

I can't help stealing a glance at her, her beautiful hair has always attracted me, but it also reminds me that despite our every effort, she remembers nothing about our past.

"I'm ready to be prisoned forever, but I beseech you, please let go, Louis" I was back to earth by words that swirled off my wife's mouth. She didn't even bother to look by my side. I sighed audibly. "If that's what you want, baby girl, then I may surely grant your wish"

"What are you up to? Leave my hand" she was startled and turned abruptly to face me with her big doe eyes when I reached for her hand and kissed her knuckles. Wow, I love the outcomes of my actions on her,

"Just baring my love in you," I replied with a smirk for which she pulled a face. How cute, but I didn't let go of her hand. "Fine, if this is what you want" I smiled genuinely, but in the next second, she bit my hand as if she had been hungry for too long.

POV Ends