Chapter 9

Lena's Point Of View

(Bad Anxiety.)

"How many times would I tell you that you are freaking me out! I have very bad anxiety."I stayed on the ground for a while trying to get myself to relax.

This was what I faced all the time and as much as I hated him to see me in such a state I couldn't stop myself. I was shaking and needed to calm my nerves down

"This is bad!" I heard him mutter before turning to look back at the picture. Dante dipped his hand into his hair, ruffling it, while I tried to stay calm. All this was happening because of him, how would he want me to be someone else?

I was not comfortable with it as I felt that there was more to his cold and silence than neath the eyes.

" This is bad. You cannot have anxiety, this will not work." He banged the table that was pushed to the wall and had some cases on them. He turned to the picture of his wife and looked at it. He stared at the picture for a while before turning time.

"Get up from there."His voice was more authoritative.

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