DEFINED HIS (IMMERGED HIS BOOK SERIES #3)

32. Left On.

~the monsters lived under our bed and fed on our fears~

ADAH,

"Where is the ring?" He asked me, looking at my hand. He was hurt but angry right now at the same time. "I don't know, somewhere between the airport to my house." I told him, his eyes, blinking repeatedly.

When he took a deep inhale, and exhaled trying to leave out the anger with me. He already regrets all the time he have been angry at me. But maybe if it comes to remorse. He should remorse his existence, that makes more sense.

I just ignored him and walked away, I would have tried running away hundred more times from him. But the things that have been haunting me for years have been something related to everything and everyone. I even doubt that that fact, he have been telling me about meeting me at the bar was the first time for him, I'm sure it's a lie.

I sat back in the car, he on the other side. How can things be like this. I kept both of my hands on my face. As I took deep inhaling too.

I'm tired.

~

I was just sitting while he planned the whole wedding thing with the women. More like said yes to whatever she suggested good for the wedding. "Ma'am do you have anything that you would specifically want in the wedding?" She asked me,

"Yes, how can you end it before it happens-?" I murmured that under my breath, she getting shock a little but she asked for apology that she didn't heard me, and waited for me to reply. "Nothing. I never fantasied about my wedding." I told her, she nodding with a smile.

As things were quick and it all ended fast. He dropped me back at my house but he stopped me before I can leave. And asked the driver to leave the car.

"Can I come over too?" He asked me, to come over, probably meaning to stay the night. I laughed at his audacity. "Do you not see what is happening around? I hate you Adarsh!" I told him, when he just gulped down.

"You don't see it do you? I have been haunted for all this years into running away from here or whatever place I be at for more then a month. I want to run away from people and from memories. I feel like I have a tail on my back everyday. As if someone is standing just right behind me. All. The time. I live in fear, and that's the reason I just turned myself into a whore. Because I can't work anywhere in the same fear. Why??? Did I had to go through everything?? Because of you! Do you know what it feels when you are labelled a murderer? When you ignore your own family  because you feel like whenever they look at you, you feel disgusted on yourself?" I asked him.

He just looking down."You are the reason. And yet instead of hiding your face behind. You are trying to get married to me. The only person who could have proved i was innocent is dead. And I am helpless. Do you know what it feels like?" I asked him, he just silent. Tightening his lips.

"My sister didn't die on her own? Did she?" I asked him, I don't know where the conclusion came from.. I was too shunned to say anything further because his silence was scaring me.
"You killed my sister?" I asked him. His eyes rising my way, He shaking his head. "That's not true. What happened to your sister, wasn't my doing!" He revoked. But I can see his lies now.

"Really? Who's life was being threatened if she's alive? Yours!" I told him, he shaking his head. "Not just me." He said like a warning. But I ain't buying his lies anymore. It's too expensive for me.

I just opened the door and left out. He didn't follow me, thankfully.

~

It's been a week since he and I again encountered, I sit in my home doing nothing important but just watching some random documentaries. Or things that are true, about pychopaths.

That comes as a conclusion to me, that I am one too. I heard my phone ringing, when I picked it up. "Hello, love!" My mom said, when I dryly replied her. "Hello mother,"  I greeted back to her. Putting the phone on speaker and keeping it on my leg. She just going silent, "It's your sisters birthday. We are celebrating it with a small party. Come with Adarsh, she asked me. I just silenting down.

"I don't think so mom! I and he both are busy," I said to her. I can't take her daughter's murderer with her, to the party. "Adarsh is busy," I fed her lies. I can hear her shoving it in the air. "I talked with him. He said he is fine, but he asked me to ask you too. Since you and she had some bitterness before she left.

"Mom, it's not because of some bitterness, I just can't come. I am not at my best health right now." I informed her. When she went silent and just agreed cutting of the call. With no further question of answer.

She always lived Lara more. It must be hard for her.

I heard someone behind me, turning finding him entering in the house with the jacket on his arms, his shirt all out and open. While the room felt with the smell of alcohol with her his mere presence.

I stood up, when he walked my way. "You shouldn't feel scared because the woman who died on your table wasn't your mistake. It was murder. That I did." He screamed it out loud.