You're Mine (GXG) -Completed/Re-Editing-

EIGHTEEN

SONYA POV:

Who knows what I was thinking.

She insists, her hand still holding my wrist as if her life depends on it. 

-" Let's talk"

I knew I was frustrating, I knew I was being absurd, and I knew that what I was doing didn't make sense, but I couldn't stop it; it was like I have started this chain of bad decisions and the dice just kept rolling and rolling and rolling- Becky snatches me away to another room. It brought memories. She corners me against the wall so I had no other choice but to face her. No chance to escape. I was like a rabbit trapped in the cage, no matter how I kept hoping and fighting to get away, it was in vain. 

Outside, the tornado of rain seemed to have died down, and it was only drizzling as dim rays were creeping inside.

She begins, in a dark tone. " We are going to resolve everything now. I'm tired of this sick game,  and I want answers"

There was not the least tone of play in her voice, but I was no one to flatter! When I finally manage to set my hand free, I fix my posture and lock our eyes, and I lock her gaze into mine, but it was harder than I expected. The frenzy of emotions that was going on inside me was too great for me to handle. I knew she was right, but she didn't need to hear that from me. 

Why would I? 

- " After that what ?" I say, in defiance. "If I satisfy you, will my answers change anything ?"

She smirks, a bit devilishly. It reminds me of her "bully smile"; I guess she still had it in her. In fact, it was so unmistakable that it brought me back to when I exposed her gay secret. 

Her eyes were piercing, her gaze unwavering. " That is for me to decide "

I breathe out, and I purse my lips. 

-" Ask away "

The next thing we know, we are sitting on the opposite sides of the bed. 

I couldn't find the words to comfort her after hearing the story behind her dad's death, and she fell into an ominous silence after hearing my parents' divorce story, and my relationship with my father, and about Tara, and Lina. Yet, the question that I have been anticipating her to ask, she didn't. It was as if she wanted to know anything but the one thing I wanted to free myself from in all these years. 

It was torturing me inside, and I couldn't help but wonder if that was her way of punishing me. 

When Mrs. Jones barges into our room, her eyes widen with a slight expression of surprise. Becky has already told me about her mother, and even without needing to speak, the purity, the kindness, and the bittersweet motherly pain I could see in her eyes were adding to the sparkle of her warm features radiated under the sunlight sneaking through the window. 

Yet, with much difficulty, she manages to say. " I-I w-w-will b-b-be r-ight back.  "

Becky puts on a warm smile, nods, and my heart sinks noting the agony in her hazel eyes. 

The ever so slight yet unnerving creak of the door was too loud in the silence that was drowning the room, dragging Becky and me into an endless black hole of tension, mental chatter, and muted questions. It was as if we were playing a silent game of rope pulling; I hated losing, but I was the first one to let go.  

I get up and that was the first real breath I have taken ever since I was yanked here. Meanwhile, she didn't even lift her eyes, her gaze was lost somewhere I was not allowed into, before she says, echoing my thoughts.