Whimsical Perfection

6. Catastrophe

"Though this be madness, there is method in't."
                    —Polonius, Hamlet

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"What the fuck are you doing Mr. Williams?" I tried to shout, but ended up wheezing due to his strong hold on my neck, which was extremely amusing for the bastard.

"Do you think you can just talk to me whichever way you want to? My humiliation won't come gratis, no?" He all but hissed in my ear.

Pushing at his chest, I could suddenly feel his relatively hard muscles, but none of that mattered when I was about to get choked by this brute. Literally. I continued to hit him with my fists as much as I could until he engulfed both of them in his large hand.

Glaring at him in defiance, I said, "What, are you now going to gouge my eyes out too?"

I had meant it for him to release me, but he just chuckled. "No dear. How could do such a blasphemy to you? You will obviously need eyes to see how I tame you, when the situation arises. And if you don't want that, it would be better if you started respecting my opinions from now on. Or else, I'm not a very patient man."

His irises burned into mine, holding a silent but similar ire in them. I had always known this was an ill-fated relationship, but now that I was experiencing it, I could only feel bad for all those who had been his victims. I could see his desire to do the same with me, but unfortunately for him, I won't be going down without a fight.

"I can see that you're trying hard to intimidate me into becoming your bitch, but you will have to try harder, and keep trying for the rest of your life, because that won't happen till the day I die."

"Really? I'll be extremely pleased and gratified to bring up this conversation again, on the day I tame you as my pet, dear. And when I will, you will kneel to the ground and ask for forgiveness for your brazenness. Good night."

As soon as he left the washroom, I slumped to the ground, wanting to hold anything at the moment, anything that could support me. Feeling a soreness on my neck and wrists, I didn't bother to take a look at how red the skin must have turned, but just pushed my head against the wall and closed my eyes. Among all the mayhem that's been happening since the past week, I realized just now, that I needed a proper night's sleep.

Seconds turned to minutes, but my body didn't permit to stand up yet. The exhaustion from all those days came back in full force to torture me. Beyond my closed lids, I heard someone opening the door of the washroom, and feet shuffling inside. I had no idea who they were or how they would react once they saw me sprawled on the floor with crystal clear signs of abuse, but I didn't care anymore. I didn't need any old lady lecturing me about self-confidence in this moment. All of those hypocritical women could just go to hell.

But, it turns out that the one who entered wasn't an old lady, but my friend Aaliyah, who was now hysterical and mad.

"What in the hell happened to you girl? Oh my God, that bloody caveman! I'm going to kill him the next time I see him!!" She exclaimed, then paced around a few times, then came back to me.

"I'm fine Aaliyah, don't make a scene. Its not like he killed me." I spoke, wincing at how weak and pathetic I sounded.

"Oh yeah?" She scoffed, turning to glare at me. "He might as well do that too now. Anyway, there's not much of a difference. Now get up, we're going home."

She grasped my arm harshly and pulled me up from my defeated state on the ground, not even giving me time to look at myself in the mirror. All the while she fixed me up herself, she kept muttering where I had left my usual attitude at. I too, wondered why I had let him do that to me.

Maybe the drinks had turned me into a depressed bitch. I knew that tomorrow, I was going to detest myself for letting this happen, but I couldn't help the lazy smile from etching on my face as I finally looked at myself.

My kinda made up self mocked at me through the silvery mirror. This is you, she said. Always working hard to cover and patch up wounds and cuts, thousands of insults and sneers. But that's all you can do, nothing else. Aren't you even tired of covering for yourself? Aren't you disgusted yet? I wonder when will be the golden day, the day you finally realize that you're really all alone, and end this pathetic life of yours. Successful or not, you will forever remain alone, so why try so hard? Why try when everything can end in a couple of minutes?

Taking a deep breath, I looked at myself and said, "Soon. Very soon. But first, I have an asshole I need to deal with."

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