Xaiden's POV.

"Dad! I am doing my best."

"You haven't found a thing and you are saying, you're doing your best? Dammit, Xaiden! Don't forget your purpose. Your aim!" Dad yelled at me and I let out a deep breath. I had started to hate him and I knew it was wrong. After all, he was my dad. But since I was a child, he had always scolded me, yelled at me and even beaten me up. Never once he talked to me with love and affection. His voice would always be filled with anger, coldness and rage. His eyes would always be emotionless and cold. Sometimes I even wondered, was I really his own child or some orphan. He never treated me with love. Always gave me lessons about love being bullshit, a weakness. And I did believe he must have never loved anyone not even my mom.

"Xaiden! Are you listening?" I jolted on his roar.

Darn it! I wasn't listening.

"Yes, dad!" I lied.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

What? What about myself? What did he ask? Dammit! I didn't listen to whatever he was saying.

"What? What do you mean?" I questioned.

"I have told you about your recent activities. According to my sources, you were seen with a girl and I guess she's the reason you aren't paying attention to your mission." His voice filled with venom.

Shit!

Damn! How did he know about it? Had he been spying on me? How could he? Who was he to do that?

Oh yeah! I remember! He was my dad! My so-called dad.

Then does he also had the right to control my life? Dammit!

"Xaiden!" He barked.

"Dad! The information's wrong. I don't have anything to do with any girl." I clenched my teeth and lied to him.

"I hope you are saying the truth. Don't you dare fall in love with any bitchy brat."

Ella isn't a bitchy brat! She's an Angel! My Angel!

All I wanted that time was to rip the throat of this man. The man who never loved me. The man who had only beaten me, scolded me and accused me whenever something would go wrong. He never understood me, never listened to my problems.

But I couldn't do anything! Still, he was my beloved damn father!

"Or else..." He paused and I didn't miss that threatening tune.

Or else?

"I'll kill that poor girl. I'll make it sure you won't be able to see her pretty face again." I could sense a satisfied smile on his face and he hung up.

My blood was boiling with rage and with the urge to murder someone. The anger building inside me, blazing with its all might and my jaw tightened. I clenched my phone tighter till my knuckles turned white.

'I'll kill that poor girl.'

His words continuously echoing against my eardrums and I wanted to scream. I was feeling helpless right now and I hated this feeling.

I threw my phone with all my might as it went down crashing on the white wall in front. Its pieces, its screen, shattered all over the floor as I fell on my knees feeling helpless.

I hate this!

I hate him!!!!

Ella's POV.

'The number you are dialling is not responding. Please try later.'

I groaned as I was getting annoyed by this computer's voice. I had tried his number several times and each time this damn voice would speak up. I texted him thrice and it was almost two hours but no reply.

His replies were never late and he would always pick up my phone.

I was worried sick right now. My heart was hammering against my rib cage as weird images started playing inside my head. What if he got up in an accident? Or was severely injured? Or was battling through the war of life and d-

Stop it! Just stop! I know he'd be fine. Nothing could happen to him! Nothing! He couldn't leave me all alone. He was fine.

He has to be fine.

I was agitated all night and was constantly dialling his number but to no use. I was praying to God for his safety, alongside hoping he would reply soon or at least pick up my call.

I didn't know when I went into an uncomfortable sleep but I woke up with the knock on my door. I rubbed my eyes and stretched my stiffed arms because the position in which I fell to sleep wasn't a comfortable one.

The door knocked again and I shouted, "Coming!"

I forgot I had that training with my father. Last night, all I was worried about was Xaiden.

Xaiden...

My phone? Where's my phone!

I searched for my phone to see if I had gotten any message from him. I picked up my pillows, my fluffy teddy bear but no sign of it. I pulled up my duvet and was finding my phone like a crazy person but no sign.

"God! Where could it be?" I muttered under my breath as I raked my hand through my blonde hair.

"Ella!" My dad called.

"Coming, dad!" I bit my lips and without searching further, I went down.

"Wow! You seem in a bad mood." My dad chuckled as I was letting all of my anger on that punching bag. I was not letting this poor bag to go. I was all worried and when I was worried, it made me frustrated.

I kicked the bag and punched again as my breathing was rapid and sweat dripping down my head. I screamed and kicked that bag again letting all my frustration out.

"OK, princess! That's enough... Let this bag rest for a while. I can't think he can take it more." Dad chuckled, stopping me and I nodded.

With quick steps, I headed to my room and went straight to my bathroom to take a bath. After brushing my teeth and doing my business, I came out.

I hadn't found my phone yet.

I took a deep breath and with slump shoulders, I went to my wardrobe. I took out my half sleeves peach-coloured frock and match it with my nude coat shoes. I put on my clothes and wore my shoes. Deciding to make a simple ponytail, I gathered up my blonde hair in a pony and tied it up with a band.

I gathered up my books and put it inside my bag. I stooped down to pick up my register and there my eyes caught the purple case of my mobile. A smile broke on to my lips as I hurriedly picked it up but that smile vanished the moment I saw nothing from Xaiden.

He didn't reply. He didn't call back. He didn't care to tell me he was fine.

I felt my lips quivered a bit but swallowed up my tears. A hope still inside me that he'd be fine and I was going to meet him in the school for sure.

After doing a quick breakfast and ordering the maid to clean up the mess I had left in my room; I headed to my school in the same black tinted car. I entered the school and all I could think of was Xaiden.

Please let him be fine. Please...

"El! Hey! How are you?" I turned to see Sara. Along her was Jessica.

"Oh! Hey!" I said taking out my books from the locker.

"Something wrong?" Jessica asked and I shook my head.

"Uh... Nothing. By the way... Have you seen Xaiden?" I asked curiously but they shook their head.

"Have anything happened between you two?"

"I don't know. He's just not replying or answering my calls. His phone is out of reach and... I am worried sick." I whispered out and sighed, biting my lower lip.

"Don't worry. I am sure he'll be fine." Jessica hugged me and I nodded giving them a crooked smile.

The bell rang and we went to our class. One class after another and now I was in my third lecture. All this time my mind drifting to Xaiden.

Why hadn't he come to school? Was he really alright? What possibly could have happened to him?

"Miss Anderson! Could you answer the question?"

I was brought out of my daze on hearing the teacher's voice. All students having their eyes on me.

Crap! I don't know what was the question. I wasn't paying any attention!

"Miss-"

The bell rang as the teacher was calling my name once again. "We will continue the remaining chapter tomorrow," the Teacher said and we all headed out.

Thank God! Saved by the bell.

I picked up my books and hanging the bag on my shoulder, I headed out of class. My head hung low, disappointed that I couldn't see him nor had gotten any response from him.

"Dammit!" I cursed under my breath as I looked at my shoes, thinking of what to do. My heart was tightening in my chest and I felt like crying due to weird imaginations of mine.

"Cursing does not suit you."

I jerked up my head at the source of the voice and a huge grin broke on my lips as I was staring at him. His silver-coloured eyes looking into mine as he was standing magnificently with that heart-twisting smile on his lips.

"Xai... Xaiden!" I whispered and hurriedly went into his arms. He let out a small gasp as his body stiffened. He was shocked by my this act and I didn't care less. Some tears escaped my eyes which I was holding back since last night.

I was so worried sick for him and now I was beyond happy to see him all fine and standing in front of me alive.

"El-" He started but I cut him off.

"I hate you." I whimpered a bit as he went silent. My arms around his torso and my head buried in his shirt as my eyes were closed. My heart was racing with different emotions and feelings.

I hate him.

I hate him for scaring the hell out of me!

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