Chapter 42

　　Tabitha's POV 　　He knitted his brows but gave no reply. Instead, he poured me a glass of water, cooing, "Here, have some water." 　　This side of him took me back to the days we were madly in love. How he treated me like I was the love of his life. 　　Just then, my abdominal wound started aching, reminding me how he had treated me after he confirmed that my dad murdered Elena. 　　I scoffed, disgust overwhelming me. 　　Derek, though, wasn't discouraged. Seeing that I wouldn't take the water, he came closer, wanting to feel my forehead. 　　That was when those memories of being tied up in the bathroom came flooding back. 　　Startled, I jumped off the bed, keeping as much distance as I could to avoid getting hurt again. 　　"What do you want?" I looked at him warily and asked. 　　"I just wanna check if you're still running a temperature," Derek explained. 　　He looked very hurt, but that wouldn't stir up any guilt in me. Served him right. 　　As I stared at him, I called out in my mind, "Crystal, you