Reverence - Book 2

- 9 -

When glass breaks, it shatters. There is no picking up the pieces, for they scatter on the ground like millions of angry diamonds. 

There was no talking, only glass shattering. 

He had worked through the kitchen, fury throwing my crystal to the ground. Anything that he could grasp in his fingers was laid bare to his wrath. 

The first thing that had toppled was an antique baroque mirror, and I watched his anger unfold in hundreds of fractioned devils. 

He hadn't wanted to talk, and maybe I should have been grateful for that. 

I sat silently on the couch, staying idle out of his range. He had already packed his things, but he hadn't resolved his anger. 

"Are you going to say anything?" 

He spat at me, followed by the cascade of breaking pottery. 

"Huh?" 

Slam. 

"Nothing?" 

Splinter. 

"ANSWER ME." 

The metallic cut of his driving wedge into the flat screen. He threw it to the ground, his hands finally finding me in his chaos. 

The closed around my throat, body pushing me deeply into the false safety of the couch. His nails dugs in, fingers squeezing tightly. 

I clawed at his forearms, tears flooding down my face. I struggled to put my leg in between us now, kicking weakly at his commanding body. Instead, my foot caught the edge of the coffee table, sending it to the ground in  clattering jar, the glass plate skittering over the silent floor. 

"I fucking hate you Yelena. You make me do this to you." 

He spat, firmly shaking me. Choking. 

I abandoned his iron locked hands, and with the fleeting strength and breath within my body I swiped, nails catching skin across his cheek. He hissed in annoyance and an icy breath flooded into my chest now. It burned through my throat and I coughed, rolling from the couch onto the glittering glass sea. 

The shards cut into my knees as I struggled to crawl away. 

His deathly hand closed around my hair, yanking me back. 

"NO" 

I shrieked, kicking and thrashing in his hold. 

"Hold still." 

He bit. 

In his other, he held a grim shard, my reflection staring wildly back at me. The panic crashed through my veins and the tears came. 

"No, Please. Jakob no, no nonononon, Please. I'm sorry, I'm so-" 

It was white hot, the pain. It's never what you think it will be. It was supposed to be a quick slip over my skin, fast enough that I shouldn't have realized what was happening. 

But this was rough and ripping, and I screamed gutturally as the mirror piece cut into my chest, over the peak of my collar bone. 

"If he wants you." 

He laughed. 

"He can have you now, damaged goods." 

"I'm sorry." 

I whimpered pathetically, body weakening against him. 

"No you're not." 

He whispered back. 

His face was in mine, nose rubbing dangerously against my own.

"My pretty baby." 

He said to my lips, and he gently held them with his, and I trembled. 

He pulled away, and in those careful cold eyes my fear was laid so terribly bare. 

"I hate you." 

He said, his smile splitting manically over his face and he raised the shard once more and I closed my eyes, afraid. 

The wicked sting erupted over my jaw, metallic tang of blood flooding into my mouth from my ruptured lips. 

The dripping shard clattered to the ground and his thumb smeared the swill around my tear strained face. Down my throat. 

Through bleary eyes I watched him, staring bleakly down to me. His bloodied thumb pressed past his lips and he smirked. 

I sat crumpled on the floor, defeated as he made his way to the door. He grasped his bags and without turning back to me, to give me the final dignities, I heard his hiss once more. 

"If I never see you again, it'll be too soon."