Repressed (Wattys 2014 Winner)

Chapter 39

(Adrian’s POV) 

I woke up disoriented, feeling as if somebody had done my head in with a sledge hammer. The other side of the bed was untouched and not crumpled. It was as if, nobody had slept there the entire night. Where was Milania? I asked myself silently. I growled as I got out of bed, tearing the sheets off me. I almost fell to the ground but I didn’t care.

Where the hell was she?

I walked to the bathroom, and found it dry and clear as day. No steam on the windows, nothing. I glanced at the clock, four a.m. Where was she? I walked to the kitchen, expecting her to be there, making some midnight snack but she wasn’t there either. I became frantic. I walked to the hall, and switched on the lights of the entire house. She wasn’t in the hall either. I checked the extra room for her but she was gone.

I slammed my fist against the island. Please, don’t tell me that she’s done it again.

I heard the ruffling of something from inside the bedroom. I ran into it, just to realize the sound had come from a paper blowing in the air of the room. I saw that it was at the table on my side of the bed.

How did I miss this?

I came towards it and saw Milania’s bangles gleaming underneath the lights. The diamonds sparkling over the restless paper. I took the bangles in my hand, and grabbed the paper. It was Milania’s handwriting. Neatly written by her, but in a definite hurry judging by the crumpled mess it was.

I began to read:

I am repeating history. I love you, not. Don’t come back. I’m too far gone, for you to get me back into your life again. Don’t stick around. Marry Dahlia, she’ll make a good wife. I just get a good feeling from her. I mean, she’s gotta’ have guts in order for her to tolerate you. And yes, I am pregnant. Just not with your child, with Alex’s. He’s everything to me. Stay out of my life this time. And stay out. I mean it. I’ve never loved you. You’re a monster. Have a good life. I loved you so much, that I thought someday that you could change. But all you brought me was a heart full of pain.

You can’t touch me now, there’s no feeling left. If you think I’m coming back, don’t hold your breath. What you did to me,  I can’t forget.

Milania xx

I exhaled sharply as I realized I had been holding my breath. The last time she had done this, there was no note. This time there was. I grabbed my new iPhone and threw it across the room, it collided with the wall and shattered loudly. I flung her bangles to the ground with all the force I could muster up.

I didn’t realize when the tears began to flow, she was everything to me. She couldn’t have done this again. But who was I kidding? She was gone. Long gone.  

I howled in pain and agony as her words began to sink in.

That’s it, she wasn’t coming back. She was gone for good.

Milla, inevitably, had done a runner.

Again.