The Neighbours

Chapter-27

Stella's POV

This time when I passed the hills there were no thrills and chills, all I can see is the picture of the things that are gonna happen next. These valley, mountains and hills that were bringing happiness to me once are now making me think of decisions of bitter ends. I can escape from these shackles by just ending my story but maybe I am such a big coward that I am so scared to do it.

At first Harry kept on asking me about the call and the reason why we are going back early so in fear of not revealing anything to him, I abruptly shut him down by using words that aim to hurt. He was surprised and shocked at the same time. I never had hurt him nor ever intended to but now for him looking at me must have been like seeing multiple hidden images of a mirror.

This ride is just the opposite of the last time.

The closer we came to the house, the more fear tormented me. Every moment I breathe now feels like terror stabbing my heart with panic surging inside me. I see nothing but fear. My sweats on my palm and forehead are its result. My legs are wobbling like a leaf in a breeze. The view of the apartment building came into my eyes with different view. It feels like I am living an animated movie because the once clear sky now appears grey screaming with thunder cries.

The bike stops, my breathe stops.

I feel like not removing my hands from his shoulders that supported me all this ride but are now leaving me behind. I feel like telling him that some words do carry meaning that doesn't mean anything. I feel like telling him about the abuse so that I leave myself from everything to nothing. I feel like telling him many things but it will end up with him judging me so I let my thoughts flee in this thick air.

I hop out of the bike and see it go away in just a fraction of light. Wish it could stay for a little time.

With each step on stairs, my heart shouts for help. It is so weird that despite knowing the place of nightmare, you still step inside it. The door of the apartment is same as the others but no one knows what goes here inside, happens to nowhere outside.

Just words like 'It is fine. You had it before many times' drumming inside my mind then why does it feel so hard?

I knock on the door. It opens with a strong odor blurring my view. An odor that was very common around him. All the little thoughts that thought that he is not here yet are now shattered in pieces. I took in the room from where I am standing, not wanting to go further more inside.

At the far end of the room is a chair kept in the dark. The chair made a squeaking voice presenting a similar noise of those heard in horror movies. A body could be seen sitting on the chair even in the dark. The little light that was in the room is the city light that comes from thin curtains that covers the windows. That small light shines on his glistening glass obviously clearing what was inside.

A rough voice speaks from the dark, the voice that I didn't plan to hear for long.

"Where were you, Bella?" He says each word so slowly and calmly, sending shivers down my spine. It feels like the phrase at last was true –'Silence before the storms.'

I hate this calmness in his tone because if you don't know about him then you will drop yourself in this trap but obviously I have gone through many so I know it's better to be silent and let him interpret. Sometimes silence leads to the end of questions while arguing lands you to thick tension and with that note I kept quiet.

"Will you speak?" He shouts this time which scares me a little even I knew what was gonna come. I still rooted on my grounds not wanting to say anything. I think different excuses but not even one accurate cross my mind.

"Fuck it." He screams and throws his drinking glass on the floor which lands just beside my feet. The intoxicating drink spilled all over the floor.

He strode towards me, balancing on his step. Next, he grabs the straps of my dress. I try to give courage to myself that whatever is going to come just take it, don't say a word even though I have tears in my eyes because of fear.

Suddenly his rough palm contacts with my left cheek. It sure hurts but I don't move my eyes from the floor which was swimming in the drink.

"Look at me." He says through his gritted tooth. I pinch myself to prevent my tears from falling and encourage myself again by thinking 'Just few and it's over. It won't cause pain. Just don't look up.' He grips my hair from the back with such force that it moves my head in a position that my eyes are now set on the ceiling. He continues to grip, making the pain grow more and more  when a point comes that I can't hold it anymore and eventually my tears start streaming down my face.

Weak. Vulnerable.

These two words describe me what I am. I let him see my pain. These tears cry nothing but my weakness.

All of a sudden, the doorbell rings.

Shit. Don't be Harry please. But why would he come here? Oh maybe because...I left my handbag. I am aware now that I left it but still my eyes roam around the room to find any trace of my bag but unfortunately nothing comes in my sight which looks like it. 

I curse myself mentally thousand times. I don't know what will happen if my father sees him.

He lets go off the grip when the second time the bell rings and walk a few feet away from me to open the door. 'God please don't be Harry, please.' I wish mentally in a weaken state like this was the last time I got to wish.

My back is towards the door as I don't want anyone to see my state, it's embarrassing. They will laugh at me. What an ironical sentence to think! A few moments ago I was laughing and having my best time and now I am here crying. 

I hear the voice of door opening with my fear rising up and then there was silent. There was silence for a long time which made me sense all the bad things. I don't hear any conversation so I quickly wipe my tears with my bare skin of my arm and turn around in panic to find no one  standing there.

I walk towards the door slowly, cautious about my steps and when I see no one standing outside too, I shut the door. I search the whole apartment to find him but no one was there. He must have left with someone but I still don't know who was at the door, but it is sure that it wasn't Harry.

I go to my room and clean my face. I wipe my smudge makeup that was once a beautiful makeover. I look at my reflection in the mirror of my washroom. My eyes are young but they have gone through enough. I lean my head against the mirror and finally let out my tears. I can't, I can't prove myself strong. I can't end this. I am a waste that he hates. I turn my head to the window of the washroom to hear people voice of joy singing along the roads where destruction enjoys. People are laughing, smiling and here I am locked up in crying on my own shoulder. Why me? Why only me? Why not them? Why not the people who are mean? Why only the good one suffers? Why? I scream for an answer to get silence in return.

Why can't it be fair for once?

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