Poisoned Soul

Poisoned Soul Part 2

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I looked at him as he slowly made his way towards me but yet again, I was misinterpreting things, because he was not looking for me, but another woman.

I decided to keep on walking to my destination and just give myself another chance to forget him and the way he used to look at me...if they were flirtatious looks.

What would have been, what should have been, will now no longer be.  He watched me like a hawk most of the time, even though I convinced myself he did not.  But as soon as I made an error in front of his presence, he scurried his way out of my blissful life.

I felt so lost without him, I never thought that he was able to do this to me so quickly.  But nothing good could ever last forever.

When I made my way out of the cryptic crowd, I slowly relaxed as I found myself locked up and alone at home.  Looking outside of my window, I only lingered from the truth of these happenings.

This man was always there for me, but yet again he was always blaming me.  Making me fall and stumble my way through life...never helping me.

I remembered how he would roughly grasp my fragile body, and trust it against his tainted one.  I could always tell from the looks that he had given me, that he was a broken man and that his bastard soul needed healing.

But, what lied within the depth of his soul was a silence.  And that silence was soon to be replaced by her innocence.

I pulled myself back to reality, and smiled but did not know why.  Maybe because I managed to escape him, or maybe just because I escaped from myself.

As my smile started to fade into a line, goose bumps rose all over my body because his taunting face reflected on my window

"What are you doing here?" I bellowed, he only looked back at me and remained voiceless.  My body begun to tremble and my heart was racing as I took a few steps towards him. 

I knew that this day would come, because he and I had made a deal that we would confront our long lost problems.

"To finish what we started off years ago, Chantelle.  I want to wash the blood off of my hands" he smiled and cocked his head to the side.  I could not bare to see his smile because it only tore me up more inside

"I – I don't know if I can do this now" I stuttered, he came closer and rubbed his hands together and grinned

"Oh really? The great.. Chantelle cannot handle a fallen angel's request? A request which you agreed to years ago! Come come now, don't you dare back off now... we don't want you to look like a coward now do we?" I swallowed, he was right that I had agreed to do this...but at the time I was so immature and ready for any challenge back then.  Now I just wanted to kick myself for doing this.

I held out my hand, and waited for him to grasp it, and after an agonizing few minutes he did

"Please give me more time" he shook his head and yanked me onto his body

"I'm not the same man I used to be" he whispered into my ear "I've had enough of your bullshit!" he slammed me against the wall and grabbed me by the throat

"No more second chances" he whispered as he brushed his lips against mine.