I Feel Broken

ELENA'S POV;

When we were out, it was as though rain was about to fall due to the breeze they first of all overwhelmed me. I shuddered a little before noticing sprinkles of raindrops on the ground, some even fell on my shoulders. I had a cloth wrapped around me and slightly jumped before seeing it was him. I said nothing, still vexed at what he had done. Never did I sit down to think that I'll ever be used as a toy or any man.

Yes, I'd been used that way my whole life, but it wasn't the type of life that I would love to go back to. It made me feel cheap, useless, broken...for the past few weeks that I'd already left the shackles of that sort of life...I felt better...I didn't know it was ever going to lead to this...I didn't understand why Antonio would behave as though he liked me one moment, leading me on, only to break the trust I was beginning to build. It was almost as though he was a two-sided man. But that was the reason I was wounded, he was toying with my feelings without even caring to know how badly hurt I was. He made his decisions without involving me, only to end up breaking me.

"What's with the attitude?" He asked nonchalantly, noticing the change in my behaviour. I could have stared at him with disbelief. He did such a thing and dared ask me what the fuck was with my attitude? Why the fuck is he pretending like he doesn't fucking know what he did? I felt so disrespected, using me to lure a man all because of his selfish reasons. All because he thought he owned me because he bought me? He believed that my feelings didn't matter because of that.

Was my purpose only to be used for the pleasure of a man? I felt so uncomfortable under the gaze of that man, and Antonio was well aware of how I behave around strangers. But he didn't care about me.

"I asked a question?" Damon asked me calmly while moving the steering, I remained silent cause I felt too depressed and angry to say anything. Then he turned to me with a cocked brow. "What did he tell you?" He nearly growled as though the reason for my unresponsive attitude was a result of that man's words. But for the record, I felt much more comfortable with this man than I did with Antonio right now. His nonchalant attitude was beginning to get the better of me and I wouldn't say a word to him cause I wasn't feeling any importance in expressing myself at the moment.

"Why the fuck are you being silent? I asked a question." He growled this time in a much darker way than he ever had, and I nearly jumped, but no, I wasn't giving him the satisfaction of seeing me scared tonight. The frustration in his voice was quite evident due to his short temper, but I didn't care. All I wanted at that point was to be left alone as long as possible.

The way he treated me today...I should have known better. He's a brutal man that doesn't give a shit about the feelings of others. He does what is pleasing to him, not minding the feelings of the other person. He made me feel so special the other night like I'd meant something to him, but I obviously didn't. If he found it so easy to use me as a pawn then he really didn't see me as anything further than a toy and that shattered me.

"It seems like you're starting to forget your place again aren't you?" He said and I glared at him. He took my cheeks in between his fingers. "You fucking do as I say or suffer the consequences and I promise you, it wouldn't be in bed." I had no idea what his intentions were but at the same time, I didn't care because there was no point doing so, I wasn't important to him anyway.

"Calm down Damon," Leo said from the back seat. I had just remembered Leo was with us and he was awfully quiet as usual not interfering but had to say something this time probably because he needed Antonio to focus on the way

"What the fuck has come over you?" he growled at me. I stared at him this time in the face and he was staring with irritation. I never thought I'd be saying this but even though I was terrified of the way Antonio looked at me right now...I knew he could take out his gun and shoot me in the head, but at this moment, I didn't care. He could do whatever he liked. I was not in the mood to argue about anything.

My memory flashed back to the ball and the man.

I realized there was a striking resemblance between the both of them and that caused me to furrow my brow. How come Antonio and that man look so much alike? It was so obvious and so striking that nobody could miss it. It got me wondering who he was and why Antonio made me speak to him. He never mentioned his name to me.

I stumbled slightly, almost missing my steps when I got close to him because of the tension I felt… surprisingly he caught my hands so I wouldn't fall. "Are you okay? '' He asked me calmly.

"Yes" I mumbled looking at everyone around watching and they seemed to look like his men.

But there was something about that man inside... Everything about him reminded me about Antonio, even the way he gripped my waist when we were about to dance, and the way he whispered into my ear so persuasively. I was indeed uncomfortable at first because I didn't know where the conversation was leading, but the way he spoke surprisingly made me calm down. I mean the whispers actually did make me shudder a little. Why does he have so much in common with Antonio? Were they related in any way?