Indian Summer 2022 | My sister's Boyfriend

14. Blood-Money relationships

Iesha's POV:

I couldn't move. I just sat there, with sheets wrapped around myself and I hugged myself tightly as cried and cried.

Why is this happening?

What's wrong with me?

What's wrong with him?

Why?

Why?

What happened?

Did I do something?

Is this Karma? Because I like him behind Peach's back?

God, help me.

I complained to god.

The room was dark and each lightning would illuminate the whole room as I felt like a villain and a victim.

My sobbing was sabotaged by the rain's voice.

I was scared and I saw blood that I concluded might had come from my lady part.

But why?

Is this normal?

I was not virgin. Then why did it hurt so much and even blood came out.

Am I ill?
Do I have cancer or something?
Am I infected?

Too many questions and no answers.

After an hour, I felt like I had calmed down. I was laying back, Blankly staring at the ceiling. Moment after moment tears would silently show up and flow away.

My melancholic state had claimed my body. I felt impossible to move even an inch.

Shame.
Shame.
Shame.
Anger.
Anger.
Anger.
Guilt.
Guilt.
Guilt.
Sin.
Sin.
Sin.
Bad.
Bad.
Bad.
Ugly.
Ugly.
Ugly.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Disgusting.
Disgusting.
Disgusting.
Mistake.
Mistake.
Mistake.
Not welcomed.
Not welcomed.
Not welcomed.
Liar.
Liar.
Liar.

These were the majority of my emotions that had taken over my mind, making it a negetive place.

Soon, everything became dark and I went into unconscious.

I woke up with a nightmare that Peach found out about our clandestine meetings and caught us making out in her own bed.

I breathing hard and calmed myself. It was still stormy. I clock indicated it was 3 in the morning.

I was starving and thirsty.

I slowly gathered energy to move. Inch by inch, I moved.

I wrapped the sheet around me. I realised I was in his room.

I made myself out of his room and met with a pinch dark hallway.

"Summer?" It came out as a whisper.

Even though it was a whisper, it echoed a bit.

As I crossed the hallway and climbed the stairs.

On my last step, Thank God I stepped out safely because there were glass pieces on the floor here and there.

I met with the same situation. The living room had the smell of alcohol and smoke.

Beer/Whiskey bottles dominated the most than the other things.

I could see packets of drugs.

I saw Summer, Sitting on a recliner chair with a glass of whisky.

It was not warm, it was very cold.