Chapter 374 - Three Hundred And Seventy-four: We Are Nothing (1/2)

The third point of view:

We all have inner demons inside us to fight. They are nothing but our DEMONS who prevent us from seeing the goodness of ours as well as others.

”The fear of the unknown is worse than reality.”

We all have these demons, as parts of ourselves that we don't like to acknowledge but we see them lurking inside us. They dominate us every day, every moment.

No matter how hard we try to ignore our demons, they are always there constantly pulling us from positivity to negativity.

But the question is, are we going to ignore it or are we going to face it and make peace with it?

The choice will always be there, but Cecile wasn't sure she was ready to make that choice yet. She has been doing well with it over the years, why change now?

”You're afraid of a man's touch, aren't you?” That question played in a loop in her mind. However, the moment realization set in, her face lost all color.

How did he know that? That was the one secret no one knew about, not even her son, Pedro, or even Reina. Hence having someone, not just someone but one of them who had contributed to the phobia in the first place know about it, wasn't exactly pleasing.

Without a word, Cecil made a course for the door, but Emerald, who had sensed her intention, went after her. Just as she opened the door, he snapped it shut.

”Answer me,” He demanded.

”Get out of my way,” She growled at him, fighting against the urge to submit to him.

With Emerald standing so close to her, he towered over her greatly, not to mention that he was invading her personal space.

”I did this to you, didn't I?” he asked, preventing her from escaping his querying

”Let me go,” She tried to slip around him but he wouldn't let her.

”Seriously, speak to me!” he yelled.

”What do you want me to say!” She shouted back at him, ”Congratulations, you, my father, and Fernandez messed up a young girl real bad? What? Is that it?!” she spat at him.

”Yes, so that I can help you!”

”I don't need your help and don't you dare to look at me like I'm some fragile damsel in distress!” She screamed, poking him on the chest, and God, it felt good - almost therapeutic.

”You need help, Cecil, can't you see it! You can't even have a good time with a man without breaking out in a panic. Let me help you,” He pleaded even though his voice was at the same furious range as hers.

If he was the cause of her illness, he had to remedy this. If he had kept his dick in his pants, all of this wouldn't have happened; it was his fault.

”I don't need a man in my life neither do I need your help!” She retorted.